The deep night is shrouded in the hazy Storm's Breath Castle, the sea breeze blowing from the sea, is rising a rising fog, the thick fog is shrouded in the sky above the Storm's Breath Castle, wrapping the whole fortress under a shadow, nothing can be seen clearly, from a distance, the Storm's Breath Castle is like an illusory fortress that exists in fantasy, looming in the sea breeze and mist, filled with a rich ominous atmosphere.

The waves roared, and the wind whipped at the reef beneath the coast, and several large fleets were anchored beneath the cliffs of Storm's End, with bands of Unsullied stationed in them, the fleet that had brought Daenerys across the ocean from Essos to Westeros.

By midday, the fleet had headed north, along the inner bay of Broken Ship Bay, all the way to Storm's End, and was stationed in the castle's harbor by the sea, from which Daenerys was able to sustain the population of a castle.

Although Storm's Rest has been expanded by Stannis over the years, it is no longer just a fortress, but it still cannot accommodate so many Unsullied people at the same time, but Daenerys has the idea to transfer some of the Unsullied to the ship to rest, which solves this problem.

But at the same time, it became the first site to be attacked.

Storm's Rest actually doesn't have its own harbor, and the so-called anchorage of these ships is just a secret passage from the inner fort directly to the sea below the cliff, and the passage of thousands of people even takes half a day to transfer, so inconvenient action is also destined to get the news here half a beat slower than others.

Raid...... It started close to evening.

The first to spot the attack was the deputy commander who had survived the assassination at the Unsullied camp, but this time he wasn't so lucky. Like his companions on the ship.

The Commander of the Unsullied, Grey Bug, was badly injured and needed to stay at Storm's End. But the fleet moored outside Storm's End couldn't be left unled. So the highest-ranking deputy head of the regiment who had survived the attack was fortunate enough to be appointed by Daenerys.

He was originally the deputy head of the Unsullied Legion, and he was highly prestigious and capable, and the Unsullied in the fleet needed a strong leader to temporarily rule in the absence of Grey Bug and Daenerys, and he was just the right fit.

Although the Unsullied are completely loyal to their master, that is, to Daenerys. But it doesn't mean that the Unsullied don't have a struggle for power within themselves, they have no other needs, and they actually pursue and dominate their companions, not that there is any malice, but for the Unsullied, this may be the only place where they can prove their self-worth.

From now on, the voice of the Grey Worm may not be the only one in the Unsullied Army, but his skills are indeed very strong, and he is no match for himself, the deputy commander of the Unsullied thought silently.

He sat alone in the captain's room. It was very quiet, and the night had just fallen. But after dinner, the Unsullied, who had nothing to do on the ship, had to go to bed early.

In the distance, there seemed to be a faint cheer from Storm's End, which was lively, but he knew it was his illusion, because when he listened quietly, there was only the sound of waves crashing on the plank.

Maybe...... There are a few others.

The deputy commander of the Unsullied was shocked in his heart, he seemed to faintly hear a little rustling, but why was there such a sound on the ship, was it the enemy attacking, this is impossible, the lookouts on several ships are not decorations, so what is this, I heard it wrong?

With this in mind, the deputy regiment leader grabbed the black light spear beside him, then pushed the door open, and walked out slowly.

Most of the Unsullied are always in armor, because the coastal fortress of Westeros, Storm's Rest, is different from the hot Meereen Harbor, and the near-freezing temperatures almost make the Unsullied shiver, and this deputy commander is no exception, although light armor that can't cover too many parts of the body can't provide warmth, but it's better than nothing.

As soon as I opened the door to the captain's cabin, a cold sea breeze blew in my face.

The deputy head of the Unsullied shook the spear in his hand, and then cast his gaze on the black sea, on which the sparse moonlight reflected the sea, but it was extremely calm, apparently without an enemy.

Sure enough, it was just an illusion, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the silence around him, but since he had already come out, let's take a turn.

The lights in the cabin had been extinguished, only a few fireflies were still lit on the deck, and the deputy commander did not seem to notice the strangeness of his whereabouts, and there was some confusion in his head, and he walked out alone without calling the patrol.

There seemed to be an invisible fluctuation affecting him slowly and invisibly, and when the deputy head of the Unsullied walked halfway to the deck, he suddenly felt as if something was wrong, and the silence was right, but ...... It seems like he's the only one left.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up, and by the sparse light, he vaguely saw the lookout tower erected high, but unfortunately, he didn't see the Unsullied soldiers on duty inside.

"Enemy ......" He tried to warn his comrades on the ship, but found that it seemed too late, for out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of black light, leaping up from the boat and hitting his own throat.

The next moment, his gaze began to spin violently, as if it were soaring into the air, and he saw his headless corpse crumbling on the deck, and the dark shadow that had killed him, the same strange arm that had attacked the Unsullied camp not long ago.

Finally, the flying head slipped off the deck, and he saw countless dense arms attached to the sides of the hull, like parasites at the wounds, and the black water swelled, as if countless creatures were tumbling and hiding below, and then, all around him, he suddenly sank, plunged into cold, and fell into complete darkness.

This happened at the same time on all the ships anchored and under Storm's End, and none of the ships Daenerys brought with him from Essos escaped, and their lookouts were the first to die, then the patrols that roamed outside, and finally, the complete slaughter.

The sea began to boil. One arm after another held daggers. Climb or jump into the boat gang. It was as if the locusts were whistling by, and even the ships were swaying from their washing.

Beneath the feasting storm's rest, in the corners that no one could see, the first slaughter had begun, and these fleets full of the Unsullied Legion were their first sacrifices......

The night seemed to be paying tribute to something, as low and gloomy as ever, even if the bustle in the Storm's Rest was like day. The square near the Hall of the Lords also doesn't have much brilliance.

Daenerys ordered people to fill the braziers on both sides of the reception, and the connected braziers brought a lot of light to the surroundings of the square, but the oil lamps and candles could not be used outside, and there were no electric lights at this time, so this was the only thing, but fortunately, the burning walls of the Storm's End could also be used as lighting with the help of lighting, otherwise Daenerys would really have to ask for help.

Still, the feast was a lively affair, for for the inhabitants of Storm's Rest, a military fortress, had very few celebrations and events throughout the year. And with the wars raging and Stannis' awkward position among the nobles of the nations. Their supplies are becoming increasingly scarce.

Therefore, the food brought by Daenerys, even if they can only enjoy the simple pastry of their own identity at the banquet, and the rich broth, is also a rare delicacy for these civilians who can't even eat their stomachs.

Of course, the food in front of the nobles Farin and the others was more elaborate, cooked with spices produced by Meereen, and accompanied by rare fruits and vegetables.

But Sir Farin was not in the mood to enjoy these things, and he ate them in a few bites, for Daenerys's departure made him a little uneasy, and the flames burning on the walls made him even more fearful.

It was not clear whether these burning flames and the strange patterns that formed them were the symbol of the true dragon inheritor, but what he understood was that there was absolutely nothing good about these flames here.

Sir Fallon was also a very capable man and had qualifications, otherwise he could not garrison the base camp for Stannis, in his early years he had attacked Blackwater Bay with Davos, but the entire fleet was burned by the pyromancers of King's Landing, and although he was lucky enough to survive, he had a visceral fear of flames ever since.

Although what Fallin was thinking and actually thinking at this time was almost like retreating, he was right about one thing, that is, these flames did not bring anything good, but a killing.

But these are all things for the big people to think about, and as a small person, or even an inconspicuous civilian blacksmith, Stan feels that today's day is like a dream.

Stan has no surname, only a first name, his ancestors are not nobles, and he does not have any collateral related to nobles, so for so many years, he has always been just a commoner.

In the dark Middle Ages, a commoner meant a lamb that could be slaughtered at will, perhaps not at will, after all, it was necessary to put on a fig leaf for suicide.

When he was a child, his father took him to escape the war, and at that time it was still the time of the old King Lauber, when the war broke out, the Seven Kingdoms were chaotic, and the civilians left in the village would be dragged to arrest the strong men as soon as an army passed by.

In this case, he was taken by his father from the south to the north, and after growing up in the north, he returned to the south because of the war that gradually settled down.

If the only thing he had learned over the years was that after his father's death, he was lucky enough to work in a blacksmith shop in the North, he was undoubtedly lucky.

Blacksmith in this era is a noble profession among civilians, not ordinary people can do, first of all, you must have a strong physique, but most of the civilians who can't eat are skinny, first of all, this one is not qualified, and secondly, you need to have a certain family background, otherwise you will never be able to come out and work alone in the future.

If it weren't for the small number of people in the north and the sharp reduction in population due to the war, Stan would not have had such an opportunity, under normal circumstances, a lot of people stronger than him would be more suitable to work as handymen in the blacksmith shop, let alone in the prosperous south.

But it seems to be the reason for the talent, Stan was born to be a blacksmith, after he grew up in the blacksmith shop, he learned the old blacksmith's craft, with the gradual stabilization of the war, these years of running around to cultivate more than ordinary civilian vision told Stan that now is his chance.

He broke away from the old blacksmith and, on his way back to the south, he robbed some equally miserable civilian pedestrians, and then made his way to the south of his former homeland, Westeros.

Stan had a good eye, as the Old King occupied the Iron Throne and the Starks were made Grand Dukes of the North, and instead of going to King's Landing or anywhere else, he went straight to Storm's End, which was led by the old King's brother.

With his craft and a little looting of his family, he and soon settled in Storm's End.

Sure enough, his gaze was not wrong, the old king didn't want to see Stannis, so he didn't have his share in the repeated wars, so naturally he rarely drew strong men from Storm's End, but the geographical location of Storm's Rest Castle is very important, and every war will be besieged, so Stan can take the opportunity to make a windfall, and in the same way, whether it is the danger of Storm's Rest Castle or Stanis's ability, it has never been breached, so it can be said that Stan chose a pretty good place for himself to retire.

He married a commoner woman and had a daughter, but with the death of his wife not long ago, the situation on the entire continent seemed to have taken a sharp turn for the worse, when the Grand Duke of the North died in King's Landing, Stan vaguely felt bad, but after all, he was a commoner, not born in a nobleman, and his vision was not as good as those who had information all over the world, so although he felt that Storm's End Castle did not seem to be very safe, he did not leave because he was reluctant to leave his family business.

Of course, the important position of the blacksmith made it not so easy for him to leave is also one of the main reasons.

However, with Stannis's successive defeats against the puppet king, and even the fact that he was almost wiped out by Blackwater, the situation of Storm's Breath became more and more difficult, and most importantly, the shortage of supplies.

Although due to the nominal problem, no nobles will attack Storm's End for the time being, as Stannis's gold coins become more and more tense in the war, the treatment of Storm's End Castle will naturally become worse and worse.

This can be seen from the fact that Stan is a blacksmith, but he has gone from having meat at the beginning to having trouble even having bread to satisfy his stomach, not to mention the other civilians who have no ability to survive, and the situation will only get worse.

Today, though, everything is broken.

With a full burp, Stan took a big sip of rich broth again, with a satisfied smile on his face, he hadn't eaten so full for a long time, and once he thought that Storm's End would fall to the war period when he ate the dead, but with the arrival of Daenerys, Stan gradually relaxed his heart, and then thought of the golden iron felt that he got like a dream at home today, his expression of brows and smiles could no longer be suppressed.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion near the performers performing in the hall of the lord. (To be continued......)