Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The group continued their descent.

The wise Hallyne was introducing the capabilities of the Alchemists' Guild and the advantages of wildfire to the King.

Joffrey smiled and nodded, while simultaneously using magic to transmit his voice, "Tyrion, is King's Landing's strength sufficient to wipe out the rebel army?"

How could Tyrion say no.

"Now the Lords of the North have gathered over twenty thousand troops, heading north, not south." Joffrey was indeed quite displeased.

Although he had personally agreed to the North heading north, the attitude of these lords afterwards was too different. They only gathered a few thousand men to deal with him, but wholeheartedly assisted the Starks, which was a blatant slap in the face.

And Lord Eddard Stark not only acquiesced to the isolation of the North but also failed to get sufficient support from the Riverlands and the Vale.

Given Eddard's status and reputation, he should have had greater influence over the Riverlands and the Vale.

But until now, the Vale had basically maintained complete neutrality, and the Lords of the Riverlands had not fully responded to the summons, only not dropping the ball on supplies, but also not taking a single copper coin less.

To support over twenty thousand soldiers, and to feed the hundreds of thousands of people in the city, not only the Royal Treasury but the entire wealth of King's Landing was rapidly draining away.

With this level of support, who would have thought that the Royal Family and the Starks were close allies through marriage?

Joffrey knew the fundamental reason.

The rumors about Renly and Lysa had ultimately made Lord Eddard suspicious, coupled with his aversion to the Lannister family and his disdain for political maneuvering, Eddard still chose to evade.

If not for Sansa, Jon, and others who remained in King's Landing, as well as the existence of Divine Grace, perhaps Eddard's performance would have been even more passive.

Joffrey had to wonder if a marriage alliance with Highgarden would be more valuable.

At least the Tyrells were truly willing to provide troops.

"The marriage alliance with the Direwolf should have brought peace to the Seven Kingdoms. However, the support from the North is almost no different from before."

Just over a decade ago, many lords in the Riverlands and the Vale chose to resist their Liege Lords for the Targaryen Royal Family, taking greater risks and paying more.

The facts had already verified the thoughts of the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms.

Although the Baratheon family inherited the Iron Throne through a portion of Targaryen blood, the lords did not fully transfer their centuries of loyalty to the new Royal Family.

The Seven Kingdoms were already united in appearance but divided in heart.

Joffrey gave Tyrion the final answer, "Only those who contribute more are qualified to sit in a better position."

Tyrion couldn't help but ponder.

Did Joffrey intend to change the marriage contract? Was this wise?

Tyrion was very worried, but he wasn't foolish enough to ask. Silence was the only option.

The slope of the tunnel gradually leveled out.

"Your Majesty, ahead is the Iron Torch Corridor." Hallyne's voice carried a mysterious tone, "The mystery of wildfire lies within."

Tyrion peered forward through the gaps between several figures blocking the way, where emerald-colored light shone.

Everyone finally walked out of the tunnel.

Before them was a narrow, empty corridor. The walls and ceiling were made of black marble, but at this moment, they were enveloped in emerald green firelight, emitting an eerie glow.

Tyrion looked up into the distance.

On both sides of the long corridor stood pairs of black iron pillars, two zhang high, around which the greenish-blue flames danced joyfully, like torches.

So this was the "Iron Torch".

Hallyne explained proudly, "Using these Iron Torches, the Guild can produce a considerable amount of wildfire every day. Now, that number, hehehe, is a full two hundred jars."

Two hundred jars. Thinking of this number, Hallyne still couldn't calm down.

Two hundred jars, a month's production was six thousand jars, enough to catch up with all the Guild's historical reserves, enough to support a massive battle.

How many people would be covered in wildfire, wailing until death.

Tyrion, however, shook his head and sighed, "What spectacular Iron Torches, but unfortunately, today's production will probably be greatly reduced."

Just by looking at the green light and green fire everywhere, Tyrion could imagine the astonishing consumption of wildfire.

Hallyne looked at the King fawningly, "Your Majesty's presence, no matter how much is consumed, cannot express the excitement and gratitude of everyone in the Guild."

Joffrey was noncommittal, "What I want today is not wildfire, you are ready, right."

Hallyne nodded repeatedly, "Of course, without the most ample preparations, how would I dare to disturb Your Majesty rashly. The ceremony and sorcery are all ready."

To attract the King's attention, Hallyne had meticulously searched through the Guild's ancient texts for a full week, finally gathering every piece of knowledge to perform the lost magic, just waiting for an experiment.

"Your Majesty, it's in the hall behind the corridor."

Hallyne eagerly led the way, turning his head from time to time to recount the glorious history of the Guild, promising that this time he would definitely satisfy His Majesty the King.

Joffrey casually surveyed the Iron Torches on both sides, his eyes reflecting the emerald green firelight.

He was not unfamiliar with this corridor.

Although this was his first time coming to the Alchemists' Guild, he had observed this place many times with magic.

He had also long seen the secret of wildfire.

The main raw material for making wildfire was a viscous black liquid, like unrefined oil.

The Pyromancers poured it into the hollow interior of the Iron Torches, then mixed in a certain proportion of sulfur, rosin, and resin, using high temperatures to initially fuse the ingredients.

At this point, the liquid was overall black-green, and then it was transported through pipes connected to the Iron Torches into a deeper secret chamber.

The Pyromancers then chanted spells and made strange gestures here.

Joffrey quickly noticed that the Pyromancers' movements had a rhythm somewhat similar to Melisandre's dance.

Afterward, familiar patterns appeared in the air, the same patterns as Melisandre's, similar to the patterns of the Fire Runes.

Are the Alchemists' Guild connected to the Lord of Light?

Or some other powerful entity with the power of fire?

He continued to observe.

The Runes in the air began to scatter colorful starlight. The starlight merged into the large vat filled with oil in the center of the secret chamber, and the uppermost layer of the liquid gradually turned emerald green, which was Wildfire.

Colorful starlight.

He immediately realized the key point. What kind of Magic Energy is this? Is Magic Energy not all purely monochromatic?

This was a major discovery.

After that, he had Melisandre perform more spells. Most of these spells emitted monochromatic light from their Magic Energy, while a few also had colorful light, and the effects of the spells seemed more complex.

Can higher-level Runes create different types of Magic Energy, thereby achieving more refined and diverse effects?

Joffrey's confusion increased rather than decreased.

If that were the case, why divide them into so many types of Runes? Just use one universal Rune.

Or is there indeed a universal Rune that I just haven't seen?

The answer was uncertain.

The Wildfire in the Iron Torches burned fiercely. Joffrey looked ahead.

Regardless, the direction of progress for Rune magic has been marked. Higher-level Runes, since they can be seen, can definitely be obtained.

What needs to be done now is to collect Runes, accumulate a foundation, and wait for that moment to arrive.

Hallyne, who was leading the way, stopped.

The Iron Torch Corridor had been left behind. Where they were now was a raised platform surrounding a spacious hall below.

Joffrey looked down.

Dozens of people were arranging the setup for a ritual.

Hallyne prayed devoutly, "The Gods bless us, may the Son of Fire be born smoothly."

Joffrey was also looking forward to it.

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