Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 35: The King of Winterfell

King Robert, having arrived in the North, still hadn't given up his hunting hobby.

For the past few days, almost every night, the main course was wild game personally hunted by the King. Wild bears, stags, wild boars with apples stuffed in their mouths…

Today was even earlier. Just as dawn broke, the King dragged his good brother Eddard out.

Accompanying them were Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Theon Greyjoy, Rodrik Cassel, Tyrion Lannister, and others.

Joffrey didn't go.

For various reasons, he was currently dragging Bran and Sansa on a tour of Winterfell.

The dilapidated, deserted tower suitable for clandestine meetings was, of course, not on the itinerary. His target was the mysterious, unknown underground crypt.

Could the secrets of Winterfell be found there?

Six soldiers worked together to pull open the tilted, massive ironwood door.

Bran led the way, Sansa linked arms with the Prince, and the three of them descended into the depths along the winding, long stone staircase.

The staircase was truly long.

The space was narrow and stretched into a distant, unknowable darkness. The further down they went, the colder and more biting the air became, as if they were heading towards an icy hell.

Although they carried a lantern, it seemed to only provide light and no warmth.

"It's so cold," Sansa couldn't help but complain.

Joffrey took out Dragon Flame, fully activating its fire magic, and warmth and light returned to their surroundings.

Bran's eyes lit up instantly, "Wow, Your Highness, this sword is amazing!"

Joffrey laughed heartily, "Once you become a knight, Bran, how about I give you a sword that's no worse than this one?"

Bran took it completely seriously, "Your Highness, you have to keep your word."

"That's only natural."

Bran revealed a brilliant smile.

The three continued forward.

The firelight filled the entire space, reducing much of the tomb's terrifying atmosphere.

On both sides of the passage stood rows of cold stone pillars, and between the pillars sat statues of the Starks of Winterfell, all the Kings of the North and the heads of the Stark family throughout the ages.

Resting on their laps were iron swords to bring peace to their wandering souls, roaring direwolves were carved at their feet, and behind them were the stone coffins containing their remains.

Joffrey could see the traces of time.

Many of the swords were reduced to reddish-brown dust, barely maintaining the shape of a sword. How many years had passed?

He looked at the faces of the statues.

The statues were rough, ancient, solemn, and dignified. He didn't know if the carved appearances were accurate, but he didn't recognize them anyway.

He only knew a few names.

Brandon the Builder, Brandon the Ice Eyes, Theon the Hungry Wolf, Torrhen the King Who Knelt…

Joffrey knew.

Eddard, the second son raised by the Arryn family, was truly an anomaly among the Stark lords.

Eddard, who valued honor, inherited more of the Arryn family's "As High as Honor"; his "Winter is Coming" side had not fully awakened.

If Brandon the Wild Wolf hadn't been burned to death by the Mad King, Eddard would have become a vassal of his elder brother instead of the ruler of the North, and the Stark family wouldn't be what it is today.

Joffrey also knew.

The traditional Starks inherited the blood of the direwolf, historically wild and untamed, craving benefits like a pack of wolves thirsting for blood. Who knew what glorious deeds these statues had once accomplished, how much blood they had stained?

Slowly passing by each statue, he felt as if he had already read the distant history of the Starks.

Until the last statue, they stopped.

A statue held a sword tightly in its palm, its face stern, with the Stark's signature long face.

On either side of it were two statues, one male and one female, without iron swords.

Further back, there were only empty spaces in the darkness.

"Bran, Sansa, this is Lord Rickard, right?"

Joffrey lowered his head to pay his respects to the ancestor, then greeted Eddard's elder brother Brandon and sister Lyanna as well.

In a way, he owed his present circumstances to these individuals. Without them, without that "wrong spring," the Targaryens might still be sitting on the Iron Throne.

Successfully checked in at the underground crypt.

As a fan, he should be satisfied. But he didn't see the light of magic.

"Do you know what's deeper inside?"

Joffrey planned to continue exploring.

Bran remembered the various stories and legends told by Old Nan and Maester Luwin, and all the terror had now turned into curiosity, "No one knows. Why don't we go take a look? There must be something!"

Sansa became even more frightened upon hearing this.

"We've been in here for so long, won't they be worried outside? Let's go back out first."

Bran looked at Joffrey expectantly.

"Your Highness, let's go take a look, there must be something!"

Joffrey decided to send Sansa back first.

…

Unexpectedly, after going up, the number of people didn't decrease but increased.

The loud sound of two people running and chasing in front echoed continuously in the narrow passage, and Joffrey felt very helpless.

"Arya, Bran, don't get too excited, be careful not to bump into the wall."

At this time, they had already passed those statues, and both sides of the passage were stone-carved empty spaces, waiting for the future deceased Starks to reside in.

This section of the road was longer and had more spaces than the previous statues.

Joffrey only felt that the Stark ancestors had considered things too far ahead. It was estimated that even the tombs for the next few thousand or tens of thousands of Starks were prepared, which showed how confident they were in the continuation of their family.

Bran and Arya suddenly turned back.

"Go and see, there are so many dead people there, no, so many bones!"

The dozen or so soldiers next to them immediately became serious.

"Your Highness, let's go back to the surface. The angry spirits will not have any mercy on the living, we must ensure your safety."

Joffrey certainly wouldn't retreat. "They're just some bones, what's there to be afraid of?"

Bran and Arya were rarely quiet, and the soldiers walked cautiously in front to explore the way. Finally, there was some mysterious atmosphere of exploration.

The firelight gradually pushed back the darkness ahead.

Crack~

A soldier made a sound under his feet, and he immediately retreated several steps and bumped into another soldier.

Arya directly picked up a white piece, "These are those bones, I almost tripped over them just now, luckily I reacted quickly."

Bran didn't want to be outdone, "I didn't trip."

Joffrey squatted down to examine it carefully. The bones were very ordinary, very brittle, and there was a lot of powder on the ground.

He didn't know how many years ago it was.

He pressed his finger on a bone and activated the positioning rune and reconnaissance rune.

Using the bone as a medium, he could locate the other bones of the same corpse and scout the surrounding environment.

The "vision" switched back and forth between many bones, and frames of images appeared and disappeared, the complex information challenging his thinking and spirit.

Finally, he "saw" an ancient throne.

Joffrey stood up.

"There's nothing wrong here, the answer is ahead."

After a long trek, the group passed through another unknown, empty, and desolate underground hall, and ahead was a wider palace.

The Black Stone Throne was waiting quietly there.

Gods.

The abandoned throne in Winterfell was already incomparably ancient and majestic.

That was the symbol of power of the Kings of the North throughout the ages.

And this throne.

So huge, so cold, so pure, exuding an indescribable chilling aura.

The soldiers knelt before it uncontrollably.

Old Gods above.

This must be the throne that only the ancient King of Winter could possess!

In front of the throne.

Bran and Arya stood motionless, as if their souls had been captured by the Black Stone Throne.

Joffrey saw the light of magic.

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