Raventree Hall, Seat of House Blackwood.
At that moment, the one sitting on the throne of Raventree was a man who perfectly described the stereotype of a wizard in the eyes of common people. He was tall, thin, and stooped, with huge, thick gray eyebrows and a long, crooked nose. To complete the look, he wore a long black robe with incredibly wide sleeves and wielded a long staff with a crystal pommel at the end.
It was Stregobor, a Grand Master in the Arts of Illusion, famous for his experiments on the human mind and a fanatic for prophecies, especially of the Long Night. Some wizards criticized Stregobor for being dependent and stupid, but the wizard himself didn't care about the contempt and disdain of his colleagues.
"Any news of the Cursed One?" Stregobor asked with a calm, yet indifferent tone. His green eyes resembled those of a snake, cold and icy, ready to kill its prey at any moment. The wizards below the steps were already accustomed to the Grand Master's way of speaking, so they were equally calm.
"She just got married, probably deflowered at this moment." One of the wizards spoke with a laughing and lewd tone, imagining a not-so-gentle image in his mind. The other wizards around also laughed and looked at the Grand Master with a touch of respect and fear.
Stregobor's eyes became extremely murderous at the mention of Daenerys's marriage; he could never allow such a mutant to remain in the world, especially after the Prophecy of the Long Night, where a woman would destroy the world.
"We will attack Harrenhal as soon as possible, we cannot delay any longer." Stregobor said with a tone of command, but soon noticed the helpless expression on his subordinates' faces.
"Grand Master, the scout wizards have already left and returned minutes later; they reported that the castle was a magical fortress, there were so many defensive spells that it could make Ban Ard look like a pigsty made by amateur hands." One of the wizards, Detmold of Ban Ard, spoke with a bitter and slightly incredulous tone at the words of the scout wizards.
"Impossible, how could a mere unknown wizard who suddenly appeared perform such a miracle!?" Stregobor certainly didn't believe his subordinates' words. In his eyes, all these thirty wizards were incompetent and not even qualified to initiate a dialogue of equals with him.
Hearing the Grand Master's words, Detmold smiled helplessly, already knowing this would happen. He couldn't help but think how foolish he was to believe the words of this arrogant lunatic. Wizards were arrogant, but Stregobor was the epitome of that feeling. Even other wizards didn't want to associate with Stregobor, showing his terrible reputation.
Unfortunately, faced with greed, thirty wizards still bowed before the power and wisdom and the promise of seeing the legacy of the old wizard of hundreds of years.
Seeing the silence of his subordinates, Stregobor snorted coldly and looked at the man wearing Westerosi clothes and yellow clothes; it was Jonos Bracken, Lord of Stone Hedge and of House Bracken. Lord Jonos was happy; he had destroyed House Blackwood, something all Bracken Lords dreamed of doing.
It was as if the Russian Tsar had finally conquered Constantinople (now Istanbul); Jonos couldn't have been happier and prouder.
"Stupid mortal, order your troops to advance, we will reach Harrenhal as soon as possible." Hearing the arrogant words tinged with a tone of command, the smile on Jonos's face completely disappeared. He had never been so humiliated as now.
He felt that Tywin Lannister was arrogant, but the wizard before him was a hundred times more arrogant. Jonos had never seen anyone so arrogant in his life. He was not just any lord, but a descendant of kings and Lords of one of the Four most powerful Noble Houses of the Riverlands (Blackwood, Bracken, Frey, and Darry).
Even Hoster Tully, the Paramount Lord of the Riverlands, never raised his voice against him, much less a mere arrogant and savage wizard coming from an even more arid and uncivilized continent.
To say Jonos was furious was an understatement; he didn't even show a friendly expression and spoke coldly. "Control your tongue, you barbarian wizard, this is not the filthy hole of the continent you call home, this is Westeros!"
The wizards around took a deep breath hearing the arrogant words of the mere lord; they looked at the man with a touch of pity. Although Stregobor was despicable, arrogant, and stupid, he was a continentally recognized Grand Master. You could criticize everything about him, but never his strength.
The Arts of Illusion had another name: Mind Magic.
They could imagine Jonos's tragic fate, becoming a slave to his own mind and a dog to Stregobor.
Just as they imagined, Stregobor's face darkened in an instant, his green eyes narrowed into a cold and murderous arc. If it weren't for the Faith of the Seven, he would simply have controlled an entire army and swept this filthy and uncultured continent at that moment.
Showing a cold smile, the blue jewel on top of the wizard's staff lit up; at the same moment, the light in Jonos's eyes went out, he stood still, staring into the void with an expressionless gaze and without a hint of warmth.
The wizards around felt a chill run through their bodies. Mind Magic was terrifying, capable of controlling someone as if they were nothing. They, who specialized in elemental magic, seemed somewhat insignificant before such power.
"Uh?" Suddenly, Stregobor raised his head and looked at the sky with a confused expression. In his senses, an enormous amount of magic was rapidly approaching.
Stregobor's face changed feeling the enormous amount of fire magic above him. He screamed the next moment!!! "Water wizards, shield around the castle!!!"
The wizards were confused, but obeyed and erected a huge water shield around the entire castle. The next moment, the wizards' faces also changed drastically; they paled as they desperately supplied magic to the water barrier.
BOOMMMMMMMM!!!!
An enormous explosion shook the entire castle; the ground seemed like a wave in a sea; wherever it passed, the walls cracked, the pillars crumbled, and in a short time, the beautiful castle seemed to have gone through an earthquake of great magnitude.
With a quick movement, Stregobor opened a portal and took all the wizards out of the castle, appearing on a hill not far away. Stregobor's green eyes stared at the figure in the air above the castle with a cold and venomous expression.
At the same time, the enormous fireball that collided with the castle managed to break through the water barrier and hit the castle squarely, destroying the Ancestral Home of House Blackwood, killing not only Jonos but also all his important vassals.
Cadmus, who was floating in the air like a god looking at mortals, looked towards the hill and showed a little surprise. He Apparated and appeared about ten meters from the thirty-one wizards and spoke with a genuinely surprised tone.
"You actually defended, I thought you were incompetent, but it seems you're slightly acceptable."
Cadmus's words made the pale faces of the wizards turn red with fury; if it weren't for the enormous fireball thrown at them earlier, perhaps everyone would have already attacked Cadmus without any hesitation.
"You are the wizard of Harrenhal." Stregobor spoke with a cold tone and hissed with rage. "You married that incestuous and mutant abomination."
Cadmus's smile grew hearing the wizard's words, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making them extremely icy. If before he had come to kill for reputation, now he would truly kill everyone for pleasure.
"She is an abomination, born on the rainy day of the Eclipse; she will bring the destruction of the world by the Long Night; you have to kill her before she grows up." Stregobor didn't care about Cadmus's cold gaze and spoke with a calm, deep tone full of a conviction that made Cadmus's blood boil with fury.
Cadmus wanted to laugh, but he felt so much anger that he couldn't laugh, which was rare, as he really liked to laugh, but at this moment, he just wanted to rip Stregobor's head off.
Looking at his expression, Stregobor already knew that there was no salvation for Cadmus. "You have been enchanted by the Cursed One; you have no salvation. What a pity, I see that you have enormous talent, but you have turned to the dark side of the world."
Cadmus looked at the old wizard before him and said each word with a cold and chilling tone.
"Stregobor, I don't like to kill, I'm not a cold and crazy assassin, but I will enjoy it when I bring your head to my castle and put it on a spear for all to see."
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