"The Silence is still useful, don't sink her," Joffrey said calmly.
"Yes, Your Majesty." During this voyage, Theon Greyjoy had the honor of relaying the King's orders.
Although it was the kind of task an attendant would perform, Theon had no complaints.
In a sense, this was a rare opportunity.
Immersing his mind in the Light Screen, Theon selected dozens of warships on the battlefield map that were ordered to fire, and simultaneously transmitted King Joffrey's command to them.
The warships almost simultaneously indicated their obedience.
The next moment, the firing angles of all the Ship Cannons shifted.
The Silence thus became the eye of the Storm, stable within itself, while surrounded by a violent vortex. Anything caught in it would be torn to shreds and sink into the sea.
Undoubtedly, this battle had no twists or turns.
Theon's attention returned to the map.
With just a glance at the colored blocks and annotations on the map, the entire battlefield was clear at a glance.
Against a deep blue background were dotted dozens of green islands and reefs. On the sea between Greenshield Island and Greyshield Island, Uncle Euron's Silence was marked with a striking red arrow.
The other Ironborn ships were black arrows, still flickering, but rapidly dimming and disappearing, blending into the deep blue color.
The Longships were dying.
Like erased graffiti, tiny and insignificant.
Even the King's warships were just inconspicuous white arrows on the map.
But Theon knew very well that each arrow represented a powerful, era-defining Warship, capable of capturing and defending an island.
Hundreds of white arrows, if spread out, could even conquer all the seas of the known world!
Unfortunately, none of this belonged to him.
Three hundred warships, and the dozens of ships from the Shield Islands, had nothing to do with Theon himself. However, being able to participate in this naval battle, and even coordinate the command, was already a great opportunity and training.
Theon stared at the map with regret and excitement.
One hundred and twenty white arrows were listed in the southernmost waters, south of Southshield.
Further north.
Sixty were sandwiched between Southshield and Greyshield Island.
Greyshield Island and Greenshield Island, and north of Greenshield Island, these two sea areas were also deployed with a full Fleet of sixty ships.
The Shield Islands Fleet to the east was rushing over from the sea area between the four islands.
Theon could see the Information of each Fleet.
The one hundred and eighty ships in the southernmost part were the Arbor Fleet, subordinate to the Royal Fleet, consisting of three full Fleets.
The Commander of the First Fleet was Horas Redwyne, the Eldest Son and heir of Lord Paxter Redwyne. He commanded sixty warships equipped with Ship Cannons and the Holy War Army, responsible for blockading the waters south of Southshield.
The Commander of the Second Fleet was Horas Redwyne, Horas's twin Brother. He had a similar Fleet and the same mission as his Brother.
The Third Fleet was much stranger. It was that ugly woman, Brienne of Tarth!
Theon couldn't accept it from the bottom of his heart.
How could it be her?
Yes, her father was Lord Selwyn Tarth, the Evenstar, of noble birth.
Yes, she grew up on Tarth and spent a lot of time at Storm's End, so she wasn't unfamiliar with sailing and Fleets.
Yes, she became a Kingsguard and was qualified to represent the King.
But after all, she was just a woman, and such an ugly woman, one who couldn't arouse any interest at all! How could a woman stand on the Deck and command a Warship?!
But his opinion obviously couldn't sway the King.
And Theon only thought about it in his heart, he never said it out loud.
But he also knew he was definitely not the only one. At least, the Redwyne twins must hate this "The Beauty" Brienne more than he did. After all, "The Beauty" commanded troops that had once belonged exclusively to their family.
Although the entire Redwyne Fleet was now incorporated into the Royal Fleet and renamed the "Arbor Fleet."
But the imprint left by past history would not disappear without a trace instantly.
People hadn't forgotten that this Fleet was a precious foundation built with the Redwyne family's heart and passed down through generations. Sailors had even served The Arbor for several generations.
The King was not completely merciless either.
In addition to these three Fleets heading north, the incomplete Fourth Fleet remained at The Arbor, responsible for the defense of The Arbor.
Its Commander, Captains, and other Officers were also basically nominated by the Redwyne family, and the King gladly issued the appointments.
Having witnessed all this, Theon couldn't help but ponder the future of the Iron Islands. Would it be granted land like The Arbor, or submit like the Shield Islands, or would its fate be similar to that of Cape Wrath?
"Tighten the encirclement," the King said.
Theon snapped back to attention and quickly relayed His Majesty's command to the Fleets.
Then he immediately realized: the only target left in the encirclement was the Silence, marked with a bright red arrow. The other Longships had already melted away and disappeared!
The brief battle was about to end.
Theon looked up at the sea area where the ship cannons were pointed. The sky was dark and lightless, a blur, making it impossible to discern what kind of scene it was.
Broken planks scattered by the waves? Bobbing white corpses? Ironborn struggling in the water in despair?
Probably all of them.
Thinking of this, Theon's mood couldn't help but become even more complex and difficult to describe.
The Iron Islands he hadn't seen for nearly ten years, his cold and stubborn countrymen, the longships he longed for, flying like the wind and swimming like fish, were now being smashed to pieces not far in front of him.
And the evil second uncle, "Crow's Eye" Euron. Once, how much Theon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands admired such a mighty reaver.
However, this reaver had already called himself the "Iron King" and was about to be ended.
Theon saw it clearly. The white arrows on the map all moved, shrinking little by little towards the center. The Shield Islands fleet from the east also rushed over, filling in the loosest part of the net.
As if a fisherman was pulling in his net.
The prey was fierce, but this net was also countless times stronger than any other.
The four islands were natural barriers.
The three fleets from The Arbor blocked the gap to the southwest.
To the northwest were the King's Landing Fleet's Third and Fourth Fleets, under the Royal Fleet, commanded by Lord Monford Velaryon and Lord Gunthor Sunglass respectively.
The Shield Islands fleet to the east was quite weak.
Barely forming a full-sized fleet, it was divided into four fleets, commanded separately by the four great houses of the Shield Islands.
It seemed easiest to break through the net from the east.
But don't forget, the east is the broader, drier Westeros Continent. Krakens in the Salt Sea have no power on land.
The net tightened little by little, tighter and tighter.
The light emitted by the vanguard warships had already illuminated the target.
The hull was dark red all over, as if covered in blood, over and over again, after the previous layer of blood had dried and solidified, a new layer of red paint was applied.
Two girls were tied to the bow, one white and one black.
A golden kraken was embroidered on the pitch-black sails, causing Theon Greyjoy's emotions to fluctuate.
The net had already touched the prey.
The bloody Silence remained motionless, its mute crew members just watching quietly, as if they had completely given up struggling.
Theon looked at the map and couldn't help but mourn deeply for his second uncle, "Crow's Eye".
Joffrey walked to the port side.
Leaning on the white iron railing, he looked down, gazing at the deep, surging sea: "Crow's Eye..."
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