The gloomy sky spreads deeper and deeper the further north it goes, and finally it becomes a pure ink color, and at the end of the line of sight, the sea and the sky are the same color, and there is a faint thunder flickering in the darkness, as if the sky has fallen.

The sea breeze around them was gusting, and the rain was constantly beating on their faces with a tingling sensation, and the sailors stood on the deck and looked at everything in the distance, trembling one by one, for fear that the terrible storm would spread in this direction.

Beneath them was a longship with grape sails, and behind this longship were more fleets of the same coat of arms, and now the massive fleet was docked in the waters off the southern shore of Fairy Island in the West, quietly waiting for the distant storm to disappear.

At the bow of the fleet was a three-masted longship named Queen Aoting, and the leader of the fleet, Pexter Redwin, was in the captain's quarters of the ship at this time. Duke Tyrell, and many important lords of the Riverlands.

"It seems that the gods of the Iron People have not blessed them."

Standing in front of the window at the edge of the captain's quarters, looking at the black and oppressive sea, the young Duke of Riverland sighed.

"We may have to come for nothing."

This caused many of the lords behind him to laugh, most of them gloating about it, except for a thin orange-haired man with a bare head who looked out the window and frowned.

"This storm is not normal, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a big storm this season."

"Maybe the Iron Folk have angered their storm gods?" A young nobleman with a red fox embroidered on his chest shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"Or maybe the Drowning God has had enough of the idiots in the Iron Isles, so he wants to get rid of them with our hands?"

"Be careful with your words, Florent." The thin, orange-haired man glared at the young man when he heard this.

"Don't talk to the gods in the sea!"

The other party shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more.

"This storm is just right, I'm afraid that Stannis's ship will be too slow to catch up." Another lord changed the subject: "In this way, the Iron Min, even if they don't suffer heavy losses, will be slowed down. ”

"Even Stannis will be affected by this storm." Someone next to him shook his head and said, "No one knows how wide this storm is." ”

"May the gods bless him—" The others spoke.

"I'm afraid that the Iron People won't lose much in this storm, but they have given up the original plan, so our ambush will be in vain."

"If it weren't for the heavy losses, they wouldn't have been able to retreat."

"Let's hope so......"

The lords stood at the window and talked a few words, then turned back to the conference table under the leadership of the young duke, and the orange-haired lord beckoned to a tall, thin squire in the corner.

"Ryan, come and pour the wine."

The attendant named Ryan nodded when he heard this, and quietly stepped forward to fill the wine glasses of the lords in turn, until when this was done, he walked up to the orange-haired lord and whispered, "My lord, the wine in the jug is gone, I'll go and replenish it."

The orange-haired Earl Redwin waved his hand, and the young servant with a good face bowed and withdrew.

Behind him, many river lords were still talking about this war, but the young servant who walked out of the captain's room had a humble look on his face, and looked up in the rain, looking at everything in the dark and oppressive sky, his eyes flashed with suspicion.

Then the Qingxiu attendant turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cabin, and finally arrived in a small room below deck, and after looking at the young man who was collapsed and unconscious in the corner, he looked exactly like himself, he frowned, and then suddenly felt that he reached out and grabbed it, but his wrist kept shaking, as if something was struggling wildly in his hand.

However, this struggle did not affect the squire, and after rummaging through the room and finding some items, he carried the struggling "air" with one hand, pushed open the door with the other hand, and stepped out of the cabin, while muttering in a low voice, a hoarse female voice.

"Maybe it's a new clue, little one."

"Your master is hard to find."

……

When the storm came, the huge fleet of the Iron Islands was not in the core, but it was not completely out of the way, but was affected by the storm to the left flank of the fleet, and even damaged more than a dozen warships and hundreds of men, fortunately, this loss was not too serious for the overall strength of the fleet.

The storm lasted all night, and when the clouds cleared to reveal a bright ray of sunlight, the escaped ironmen were busy salvaging the drowning and repairing the ship.

However, while they were busy running around in a large number of small boats to retrieve people, one of them suddenly spotted a person who should not be in their sight, so they rushed to rescue him.

"I sent him to find out, why did he come back?" Looking down at the figure of the brother with a bulging abdomen, the middle-aged man in black armor who came in a hurry frowned and asked, "Is there an accident?" ”

No one answered this question, and the person who drowned with the boat was giving artificial respiration to the person with his mouth, and on the other side, an iron man whispered: "We also saved a strange woman, Lord Commander, do you want to ask her?" ”

The tall figure was about to nod when he heard this, but the unconscious man lying on the deck suddenly opened his eyes, and after bending over and coughing a few times, he suddenly vomited a large amount of seawater, so the commander of the iron fleet spoke: "The great drowning god has returned you to us, Iren, what news have you brought?" ”

His voice was loud, but his ears were probably filled with seawater, and the question went unanswered, so the captain of the fleet named Viktarion asked again.

The other party seemed to hear his words this time, so he raised his head, but the look on his face was completely different from the prodigal brother in Viktarion's impression, and his lips trembled, and he said a word of horror in a trembling voice.

"The Drowning God has punished us, and we, the Sons of the Drowning God, are the true Sons of the Drowning God! I saw him, I offended him, and we all, we all - drown God forgive me! ”

As soon as he said that, he fell to his knees and began to cry, causing a flash of displeasure to Victorion's resolute cheeks, and the long-haired man who had saved the creature narrowed.

"Don't make fun of the Son of the Drowning God, he was already two hundred and forty years ago—"

"It's true!"

Before the drowning man could finish speaking, the black-haired Ellen angrily grabbed the guy by the collar as if he was enraged.

"He can summon a school of fish, and he can turn into a fish, isn't it what you call the son of the drowning god!?"

These words made many onlookers frown, but after hearing this, the drowning man's face suddenly became suspicious, and his brown eyes couldn't help but look at the young face in front of him, and after half a sound, he couldn't help but ask.

"Who told you that the Son of the Drowning God would gather a school of fish?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"