Lucerys seemed to be able to see through the thunderstorm outside the window the tragic situation at the military port in the distance. The ships there were all owned by him!
A strong uneasiness surged through his heart, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Velaryon Patriarch's feeling of uneasiness is not wrong.
When the "lens" zooms in to the panoramic view of the sea area where Dragonstone is located, you can see heavy rain, surging waves, the color of the sky and the earth, and clouds and rain - this sudden summer storm is about to reach the peak of its power.
Outside the island, the cruise ship Dragonstone Fleet has no ability to resist in the face of such a natural disaster.
One after another, expensive warships are being destroyed by more massive winds and waves.
The sail fell and the pole broke, and the boat was destroyed and everyone died.
The sky seemed to be torn open, with thunderous thunder, and electric lights shuttled rapidly through the clouds, occasionally zigzagging downwards, like the claws of a giant dragon, illuminating the entire Dragonstone.
It's like "Drowned God" whom Ironborn believes in is at war with his old enemy "Storm God" - that's not right, this is not the west coast, Sunset Sea is their territory.
It should be said that it is more like Durran's father-in-law and mother-in-law - "Poseidon" and "Goddess of the Wind" had another domestic violence incident----
The roar of the wind was so deafening that it almost lifted the entire black stone wall of the castle. The huge stones on the battlements also collapsed in the strong wind, rolling into the strait with a harsh roar, causing tall waves to merge with the surging tide.
The storm roared loudly, as if it was ready to tear the castle standing high into pieces.
The last giant ship of Dragonstone Fleet enjoyed its last funeral. It was lifted high by the huge waves. When it fell at high speed, the hull was smashed into broken plates and the keel was broken into branches.
The screams of the crew were swallowed up by the wind and rain, and disappeared into the depths of the angry sea----
In this big storm, the only place that can be called "safe" is Dragonstone Castle, which is in the eye of the storm - or in other words, the Dragon Tower where the Queen and the others are.
Elsewhere, there are scenes of black clouds, thunder, and chaotic sea breezes. Apocalyptic disasters are erupting and raging.
The Flying Dragon Tower directly under the eye of the storm was spared. The dragon-like buildings stood majestically at the core of the storm, like a group of giant dragons that could control the wind and rain, guarding the upcoming new blood of House Targaryen.
Looking down from the sky -
The entire Dragonstone was still shrouded in heavy dark clouds and violent rain. Only the hollow area in the center of the cyclone where the Flying Dragon Tower was located was so quiet as if nothing had happened.
At this moment in the Feilong Tower, Queen Mother Leila's screams of pain in the delivery room had reached their peak.
Leila could feel her life force slowly draining from her body, but she still used her last bit of strength to push for the birth of the new life in her belly.
The roar of the wind and rain, the shouts of the bachelors, the collision of utensils, and the screams of the Queen Mother played a tragic tone in the room.
When another pale lightning illuminated the sky, accompanied by a series of huge firecracker-like thunder that shook the world, Rhaella Targaryen let out one last shrill scream.
Then, the sound suddenly stopped.
At this moment when the storm was at its fiercest and life was at its most fragile, a crisp baby cry sounded like a relay, breaking the dead silence on the Flying Dragon Tower.
The Queen Mother, who suffered from dystocia, used her own life to facilitate the birth of this child.
The baby girl's cry was tender and loud, as if it had innate power.
With her birth and her cry, the thunder in the sky gradually faded away, the strength of the wind also weakened significantly, and the torrential rain gradually turned into light rain.
Leila and the storm seemed to have passed away----
The dark clouds above Dragonstone receded like a tide, and a faint ray of light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on various dragon-shaped statues in the black castle.
The storm dissipated and the sea calmed down.
Only the floating shipwrecks and broken canvases were left, still telling that the catastrophe just now was not an illusion.
Dragonstone Fleet The entire army was wiped out, and all those valuable warships were destroyed. Only Dragonstone Castle was safe and sound - as if this entire storm was created just to destroy this fleet.
Perhaps it was not only the life of Queen Mother Leila that was "sacrificially sacrificed", but also Dragonstone Fleet.
In the Flying Dragon Tower, the bachelor of Dragonstone Castle was holding the infant girl, with a complicated expression on his face.
The Queen Mother was lying on the delivery bed filled with blood, her eyes were closed and she was breathless.
She really sacrificed her life for her daughter's life.
This baby girl, born at the height of the storm, was very healthy, with fair skin and silky silver hair, exactly as Targaryen should be.
Especially her amethyst eyes, like the purest gems in the world.
Outside the delivery room door.
The little prince who was only eight years old - no, it should be the little king was led closer by his attendants.
When the Maester of Dragonstone carefully delivered the baby girl to his arms, Viserys III stiffly stretched out his arms to take his little sister, his movements were clumsy and cautious, not daring to move at all, as if he was holding a fragile treasure, and even his breathing was a little lighter.
The sad news of his mother's death was still weighing on his heart like a huge boulder. He was still unable to fully accept the fact that she was dead, nor could he digest the grief.
The warm little baby he was holding made his emotions become more complicated.
Which of these two behaviors is nobler: to endure the tyranny of fate silently and lick the wounds of poisonous arrows, or to stand up and draw a sword to resist, to set off a frenzy of struggle against the boundless sea of suffering, and to sweep it away through struggle?
The little king's little head was full of philosophical thoughts. He leaned over slightly and got close to the bedside, looking at this man who had just lost his mother.
The newborn with the same blood as his had a softness in his eyes, and he could smell the faint scent of milk and herbs mixed with the washed baby.
This is a relative with the same bloodline as him, a family member that his mother paid for with her life.
This is a poor little guy who was born in the most difficult time of Targaryen.
But soon, he felt a hint of anger that she had taken away his mother's life.
It's all her fault.
If it weren't for her birth, her mother might still be alive - every thought was like a tiny poisonous thorn, quietly piercing the heart of the melancholy prince.
No, you are already a king, you have to think like a "king".
Viserys's eyes flickered and he said to himself silently in his heart.
There will no longer be care from his mother, and he can only rely on himself from now on.
A true warrior is one who faces fate bravely.
Unlike his eldest brother Rhaegar's "dark indigo" and his newborn sister's "violet", his eyes are lilac.
There was a flash of struggle in these melancholy eyes, and finally the little king gently raised his hand and motioned to the bachelor to take the blanket wrapping his sister.
At present, under the persuasion of the other two most powerful people on the island, Sir William and Lucerys Earl, the little king with his mother's crown on his head is trying to cheer up.
He took a deep breath and gave his new-born sister, who took the life of his mother, a name that carried destiny==
"According to the Queen Mother's wishes, let's call her Daenerys, Daenerys·Targaryen."
After experiencing this terrifying but short-lived storm, the main force of Dragonstone Fleet disappeared. The maritime power of the Targaryen royal family seemed to have been completely destroyed?
However, the gears of fate always turn quietly inadvertently, and all hope is not lost.
This is true for both parties.
It's not like there are no survivors.
On the eve of the storm.
The deputy commander of Royal Fleet, Sir Leonardo Weaverwater, who had received a certain mysterious message in advance, led a squadron of several warships to leave the Dragonstone waters in advance on the grounds of "routine patrol reconnaissance" and also escaped the scope of subsequent storms.
More than a thousand people on these ships received "good luck".
At this time, the wind and waves gradually subsided, and Reinafo stood blankly on the deck of the flagship "Wrath of the Sea", looking back behind the ship to see the huge storm cloud that was about to dissipate.
Just now, dark clouds were covering the sky, thunder and lightning were intertwined, and torrential rain was pouring down. The doomsday scene that seemed to turn the sea and the sky upside down and overturn the world seemed to still be hovering in front of us.
While that terrifying dynamic picture still made him frightened, the crew members on the ship recovered from their initial fear.
They looked at the nearby friendly ships far away from the center of the storm, and found that none of them had been killed. They were no longer dumbfounded, but the lucky man's smile returned to his face, and they all cheered for escaping.
Everyone felt a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.
"Long live Captain Renover!"
"Long live Lord Reinafer!"
I don't know who shouted first, and the shouts of support instantly spread throughout the entire ship, and then the entire fleet.
In the eyes of these thousands of people, it was the "far-sightedness" of this deputy commander Royal Fleet that allowed them to escape disaster. Reinafor once again became the savior in their hearts.
In any case, the veteran of the Weiweishui family became a "hero" again----
On the other side of the sea level that Royal Fleet, headed by the "Naval Hero", had not noticed.
Another fleet also narrowly survived the storm.
In Dragonstone Fleet, someone accidentally noticed the strange movements of Renafolmo's fleet.
Suspicious, or driven by the atmosphere of power struggle on the island, this fleet cautiously came up and secretly followed Royal Fleet.
Unexpectedly, this unexpected tracking operation was interrupted by a sudden hurricane, which actually blew them to the other side of the storm.
At this moment, not only did they escape the tragic fate of being destroyed and perished like their colleagues, but they also happened to be in the wrong direction with the fleet led by Renover and failed to meet them.
The two fleets of similar size did not know that the other had survived, and both thought they were the only survivors.
Renafor led the fleet he "rescued" and continued southward, heading in the direction of Tarth.
He needs to convey the changes in Dragonstone to Dornish Marches as soon as possible - although he also has a vague feeling that this natural disaster seems to be related to the mysterious black Earl?
The Dragonstone Fleet that followed them and unexpectedly survived, after the wind and waves completely calmed down, turned the ship's bow and turned back north, heading back to the Dragonstone that had regained its calm.
They were also eager to report all this thrilling news to the Queen Mother and the little king.
One south and one north, the two fleets looked like two parallel arrows pointing in opposite directions, forming a de facto separation on the vast sea.
Each of them carries a different mission. After this "perfect storm", they are heading towards an unknown future----
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