Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 132 Copper Gate City

Dusk.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, horns blared, and voices roared.

Looking out, the King's Road to the south was filled with heavily armored cavalry.

They formed three columns and turned east at the crossroads outside Copper Gate City, heading straight for the castle gate.

The countless camps set up around Copper Gate City were awakened.

Figures emerged from the tents, lifting the cloth flaps, and seeing the mighty and majestic cavalry passing by, they couldn't help but cheer from the bottom of their hearts.

They were infantrymen, a total of ten thousand, ordered to gather here.

The number was too large.

Although Copper Gate City was a strong fortress, it couldn't accommodate so many people, and space had to be reserved for the cavalry guarding His Majesty, so the infantrymen could only camp outside the city.

Living in the wilderness was not easy.

The earliest arrivals had been sleeping in tents for almost a month, their bedding was already dirty and messy, full of fleas, and smelled terrible.

Coupled with the monotonous training and unpalatable food in recent days, all the soldiers couldn't wait any longer.

Everyone was looking forward to breaking camp soon.

Everyone knew that Lord Tyrell of the Reach had already gathered an army of one hundred thousand to support His Majesty.

Once they reached outside King's Landing, winning would be as easy as spitting.

At that time, they would no longer have to suffer in tents.

Everyone would live in prosperous King's Landing, enjoying warm and clean beds, delicious food, endless wine, buxom prostitutes throwing themselves into their arms, and one lively banquet after another.

Finally, everyone would perfectly fulfill their obligations, pay their blood tax, and return home safely and happily.

Perhaps they could also get a silver stag, buy a few more acres of land, and build a mill.

Or even, with good luck, catch the eye of a knight or lord, be favored by the great men, stay by their side to serve, and even be knighted.

Of course, many people said that there would be no real fighting.

His Majesty Renly had an army of one hundred thousand.

The little king of King's Landing, bah, the false king unforgiven by the gods, probably didn't have the guts to stay on the Iron Throne.

Some people bet that they would see an empty city when they arrived at King's Landing, that the Lannisters would have fled back to the Westerlands in disgrace, leaving only the common people in the city.

Others thought that King's Landing would sue for peace with His Majesty.

His Majesty would grant mercy, sit on the Iron Throne that should belong to him, and allow the Lannisters to shrink back to the Westerlands.

The false king unforgiven by the gods would join the Faith to atone for his sins, or put on black and join the Night's Watch, guarding the icy and snowy Wall for the rest of his life, until death.

Still others believed that they would not be let off so easily.

The Lannisters must pay countless gold, the false king would be executed, all traitors would be judged, and those who had committed crimes would pay the price.

In short, no one had thought of failure.

This would surely be a relaxed and pleasant war, no one, or very few, would die, and the rewards would be enormous wealth and honor.

All it needed was a decree from His Majesty.

At this moment, watching the long line of cavalry, everyone knew that the decree was not far away.

The approaching cavalry suddenly changed its appearance.

A large group of knights clustered together, and tall golden banners overlapped, obscuring the figure in the middle of the knights.

Until that suit of armor with the color of the green forest and the helmet with the golden antlers took the initiative to step out of the banners.

Renly Baratheon.

The soldiers successively shouted and cheered, "Long live His Majesty!"

"Victory!"

"Long live Baratheon! Long live King Renly!"

The sound gradually became unified, gradually louder, until tens of thousands of people shouted together, shaking the wilderness, intense and surging, as if invincible.

Renly pulled the reins and left the road, stopped by the side of the road, and returned a sincere and generous smile to the surrounding soldiers, even allowing everyone to kiss his boots.

Until the smell of dinner wafted over the camp, Renly was gradually cleared of people.

The Earl of Copper Gate City, Ralph Buckler, stepped forward to salute, "Your Majesty, your presence is a great honor to Copper Gate City. The Buckler family has prepared the best bedroom, hoping to ease Your Majesty's fatigue."

"There is no need for this. Seeing the warriors in high spirits and strong bodies has already made me satisfied and relieved my fatigue."

Renly rode forward, followed closely by a group of earls.

"Your Majesty, the seven thousand infantrymen stationed at Haystack Hall are also in high morale, all eagerly eager to kill the enemy for Your Majesty and overthrow the false king."

The heir of Lady Sheila Errol of Haystack Hall, Ser Sebastian Errol, reported, his expression almost like a puppy pleasing its master.

Renly nodded appreciatively.

Ser Sebastian Errol immediately looked satisfied.

Earl Bryce Caron of Nightsong City approached to ask for instructions, "Your Majesty, should the two thousand cavalrymen from Massey's Hook be recalled? Almost everyone there has left."

"Wait a little longer and see how King's Landing reacts."

Renly reined in his horse, turned his head and scanned the earls, "My lords, victory is waiting for us to pick it, but we still need to be careful of the potholes under our feet, and be careful not to be tripped and suffer unnecessary injuries."

"Before the new news from the North arrives, let's rest well in Lord Buckler's Copper Gate City and enjoy the banquet."

Renly chuckled: "After that, if you want to have fun, you can only do it in the Red Keep."

The earls all smiled and followed Renly into the city.

The entire process was faithfully projected by the main screen of the Monitoring Hall. Until the gate of Copper Gate City was closed and no one was visible.

"Everyone sit in place, no noise, no running around, wait for the beacon to be issued!"

The steward in charge of distributing the beacons instructed loudly.

The Hotah and others, who had undergone rigorous training, were already accustomed to similar orders, tacitly kept quiet, sat upright, and looked straight ahead.

But no one could keep calm inside.

Hotah was no exception.

Like the other ninety-nine newcomers, he was also wholeheartedly looking forward to his beacon and the important tasks to be carried out next.

Renly and five thousand cavalrymen arrived at Copper Gate City.

Recalling the torrent of cavalry, the noble crests that had only been seen in the light curtain, the unfamiliar earls and knights, the presumptuous false king Renly, Hotah's heart was still throbbing with excitement.

He knew what this meant.

The Stormlands rebels had completely assembled and were ready to move out at any time, setting off a frenzy of blood and fire.

He, of the Security Bureau, would witness history and change history.

"Hotah, yours."

The steward placed a shiny square steel plate in front of him, which was a beacon.

Everyone in the Security Bureau knew that the "Eye" could see the whole world, and the beacon determined where the "Eye" would look.

The fixed beacon has a name engraved on it, and placing it on the "Eye" can only see fixed locations or people, but it does not take time to determine the target.

The live beacon can see many places and people, but it is more troublesome to find the target.

This was the first time Hotah had been allowed to use a live beacon.

Taking a deep breath, he put the beacon into the raised round surface on the side of the screen, entered the password, and the screen immediately began to flash various images.

Wilderness, dense crowds, villages and castles.

Hotah searched for the gate of Copper Gate City.

Ding~

The familiar prompt sounded. Hotah's attention instantly returned to the Divine Grace Light Curtain.

The glorious task at the top of the light curtain changed its name: "Holy Land Glory: Act II - Divine Grace is Mighty".

Hotah looked out the window.

The sun had already set.

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