Chapter 343: Coming to fruition

The distress messages coming from the North suddenly fell silent after a large-scale outbreak for several days. It was as if the communication between Westeros and the North was cut off in an instant.

However, the number of letters received by Dragonstone did not decrease because of this, but instead continued to increase.

Tyrell and Tully from the River Bend, Greyjoy and Droog from the Iron Islands, the nobles of all sizes from the Stormlands, and even the Martell family from Dorne have contacts.

Those who have been in contact, those who have not been in contact, the familiar, the unfamiliar... Accompanied by the raven's unpleasant cry, countless letters flew in one after another. It seemed that everyone in the face of this natural disaster, invariably thought of Renly, this strange man. exist.

The wording in their letters varied, but they generally had a certain meaning of consultation and help. Obviously, although they had no chance to contact him because of the short time, some of Renly's previous affairs had always been disclosed to the major lords and nobles of Westeros. See it in your eyes, and somewhat expect it in the face of disaster.

It's a pity that the person concerned doesn't have any expectations for him. After receiving the letter, most of them just look at it for a few times and then just leave it on the table and ignore it——

As the situation worsened, Renly could see the sublimation in the attribute column increasing every time he woke up from sleep. Under this situation, he had no intention of finding a solution to the White Walker disaster, let alone I'm in a mood to understand these letters.

However, although Renly did nothing, a piece of news from King's Landing soon after still silently revealed his "influence" at this time——

Stannis Baratheon, who had been confined to King's Landing by the Lannister after the war, was released and has now returned to the Stormlands to rule his vassals in response to the disaster.

Along with this news came King's third letter asking for help. The letter was written by Queen Cersei. The letter was sincere and she even claimed that if necessary, she could come to Dragonstone in person to explain the "misunderstanding" not long ago. ” and apologized for some of the rudeness.

Apparently, the Lannister siblings in King's Landing believed that Renly's indifference was due to their "insufficient sincerity."

It's a pity that they were completely wrong about this. The number of casualties caused by the outbreak of White Walkers was too many to behold. If Renly had a way to deal with it, he would have taken action long ago. How could he be so "sit tight on the Diaoyutai".

The news sent through Rhaenys has not received a response yet. Maybe the senior officials of the outer city-states who had fought with Westeros before could not make a decision on whether to come to help. Before that, the Seven Kingdoms The lords of various places called on the peasants in their territories to build defensive measures, and the move to recruit a large number of mercenary knights to guard various castles was quickly implemented.

And on the third day after the third letter for help arrived, another piece of bad news instantly spread throughout the seven countries shortly after it was born——

The Neck, a natural defensive site that cuts across the North and other regions, and which many lords of the Seven Kingdoms had looked forward to, began to freeze after a cold fog spread!

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"The gods are not some kind of personal will. The gods are the integration of the beliefs of many people in Westeros who believe in the Seven Gods. Theoretically speaking, as long as the belief in the Seven Gods continues, He will never disappear, so the current situation It's not normal, and I can't explain it at all. I understand how you feel, Renly, but I'm sorry, but I still can't sense His presence."

An ethereal voice emerged from the bottom of his heart. Renly, who was holding his left wrist, frowned when he heard this, but did not continue to ask.

After staying on Dragonstone Island and giving the seeds of power to seven special people, Renly tried again to communicate with the seven gods on his wrist in the hope of being able to contact them, but the feedback he received was still disappointing.

"But since you have completed the transaction," the soft-voiced spokesperson of the Seven Gods did not stop speaking: "then when the gods revive, I will communicate with him as soon as possible about the rewards he deserves for you."

"Will there be a specific time?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid it's too late." Renly thought silently, and had no intention of continuing to ask. He let go of his hand and glanced at the scepter on his wrist that represented the religious function of the Drowned God's faith, and the seven-pointed ray that represented the spokesperson of the Seven Gods. star.

The many strange powers brought by the Mark of Chaos were integrated into a strange staff corresponding to the belief in the Drowned God, and the seven-pointed star was formed by "praying" in the temple by using divinity and its own characteristics.

Relying on these two existences, he can do many extraordinary things, and he can also feel the huge potential behind these two things.

Unfortunately, this does not solve the problem Renly is currently facing - sublimation has reached 98%.

This number increased rapidly during the disaster. Thinking of all the chaos that had happened in this world before, it had silently proved some issues that Renly didn't want to think about deeply.

However, not wanting to think about it does not mean that the problem does not exist.

What is the truth behind this current disaster?

What does so-called sublimation cause?

What is hidden behind all this?

What exactly is oneself?

A certain premonition made Renly's thoughts become more and more tense. He felt that if he didn't do something now, he might not have the chance to do it again soon, or in other words, he wouldn't have the chance to figure it out...

Thinking about this, the black-haired young lord who was sitting at the tower window and looking out at the turbulent sea water under the tower could not help but look down. A white quill was quietly placed in the palm of his right hand.

The feather pen has a pure color, a soft touch, and a slightly curved fluffy shape that looks very beautiful, but then the hand that suddenly clenched into a fist instantly squeezed the beautiful feather into a wrinkled mess.

The owner of the fist also lost all his vitality in an instant, his eyes quickly converged, and his upright figure slumped down on the chair.