Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

"As of now, we have rescued three hundred and seventy-five people from Rain House City, housing a total of one thousand four hundred and thirty-nine, all of whom have been implanted with divine grace. Six hundred and twenty-one of them can be incorporated into the auxiliary troop ranks."

Inside the hall of Rain House City, the accompanying logistics bureau's quartermaster was reporting respectfully.

"In addition, there are three hundred warhorses and military horses, seven hundred pack oxen and horses, over five thousand tons of wheat, grain, fish, and meat, over three thousand pieces of military weaponry, one hundred sets of plate armor, and about two thousand other sets of armor…"

Hundreds or thousands.

Joffrey had anticipated these numbers. Especially the number of captives, which was hardly satisfactory, but also normal for this era.

After all, sturdy stone castles mostly would not or could not accommodate too many people.

To allow castles to operate independently as much as possible, be self-sufficient, and reduce the consumption of stored grain and wealth, the manpower of a castle was usually required to be functional.

Servants, grooms, cooks, maesters, monks, guards.

Under the premise of ensuring basic defense capabilities, the fewer the number of people inside the castle, the longer it could hold out and the greater the chance of safety.

If it weren't for the planned reinforcement northward, the population within Rain House City would only be smaller.

As for the other spoils.

Weapons and armor were not worth mentioning, only fit to serve as raw materials for the sorcerers, to be re-forged.

Horses and livestock were strategic materials in all wars, but they were clearly a drop in the bucket for the massive army on the fleet, and also outdated.

Only the five thousand tons of grain was still somewhat useful, enough to appease the people and win hearts.

In any era, ordinary people only care about their own lives. Only when their basic survival needs are met do people not care who rules or who is in charge.

The people of Rain House City were naturally no exception.

Joffrey looked down.

The newly appointed governor, Ge**, was standing next to that mother and son, obviously wanting to ease the relationship.

The young Earl Rickard was still somewhat restrained and uneasy, but he did not seem to dislike Ge**, who shared the same bloodline, and was even quite close to him.

Lady Ayana, who had lost her husband, behaved politely and distantly.

Ha.

A Rain House City, a governor backed by the king, a young earl with legitimacy, and a mature and beautiful noblewoman.

What an interesting combination of characters.

Joffrey seemed to have already foreseen the complex grievances and entanglements, love and hate, and a wonderful drama mixed with power and emotion, that the Wilde family would face in the future.

But, none of this mattered anymore.

The curtain of change had already been lifted, and Ge**'s and Rain House City's struggles were futile, they could only become pawns charging into battle, contributing all their strength to the throne.

The Wilde family of Rain House City was the first, but it would not be the last.

More governors were about to be born.

Joffrey scanned around, scrutinizing his generals, "Now deploy the next step of the battle plan."

Everyone immediately became serious and upright.

Silently, a dazzling light and shadow, a map of Westeros, appeared on the floor of the Rain House City hall.

At the very end of the hall, the young Earl Rickard Welles looked blankly and astonished at the magical and exquisite map, and unconsciously looked at his mother standing beside him.

Lady Ayana Valping tried her best to maintain her composure and etiquette, and gave her son a comforting smile.

As if he had received some kind of shield, little Rickard turned his head with peace of mind, curiously searching for his Rain House City on the map.

With the combined effect of words and patterns, Rickard quickly found it.

On the lower part of the east side of the entire map, on the south side of a large island, a small model of Rain House City was located on the northeast corner of a large protruding land.

"Earl Valerian."

Hearing the king's summons, Munford Valerian stepped forward respectfully.

Joffrey extended a finger and drew a line near Rain House City, bypassing Dorne to the south, directly to Arbor on the southwest corner of the map.

"The entire Third Fleet, plus one thousand men from the Tenth Regiment of the Guards, should express friendship to Earl Paxter Redwyne of Arbor as soon as possible, reach an alliance, and form a joint fleet to defend the kingdom's peace."

Joint fleet.

To eliminate hidden dangers, and to strengthen the naval power at the fastest speed, deterring the lords of the Seven Kingdoms and the forces across the Narrow Sea, Joffrey had long been eyeing Arbor.

Obviously, with the abilities of the sorcerers, the only factor that could restrict the development of the fleet at the moment was talent.

Where was the talent needed by the fleet gathered?

Large fleets.

And in today's Westeros, the only formed and standardized naval forces are the Iron Fleet of the Iron Islands and the Redwyne Fleet of Arbor.

The target was narrowed down to two.

The Iron Fleet was still hesitant, its allegiances unclear, and far away on the Sunset Sea on the other side of the continent, holding the barren Iron Islands, unruly and rebellious.

From the perspectives of both threat and benefit, the priority of the Iron Fleet could not be considered high.

Correspondingly.

Although the Redwyne Fleet of Arbor had not participated in the war, it was only because of the Redwyne twins being held in King's Landing, its political stance had always been consistent with families such as the Tyrells, Hightowers, and Rowans, posing a greater potential threat to the throne.

At the same time, the discipline of the Redwyne Fleet was much better than that of the Iron Fleet, good at obeying orders, and more suitable to be incorporated into the battle sequence of the Royal Fleet.

And the influence and territory of the Redwyne family were also more crucial than the Iron Islands.

Subduing the Redwynes and that elite fleet would greatly increase the strength of the Royal Fleet, the coastline of the Westeros continent would be under control, and no one would dare to rebel again.

Joint fleet.

Joffrey was determined to get it.

"Earl Valerian, your mission is important, do you have the confidence?"

Munford Valerian did not hesitate at all, and gave his guarantee with excitement and excitement, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will be able to facilitate the alliance within a month!"

Earl Valerian seemed to see victory and glory beckoning to him.

He did indeed have this confidence.

The Third Fleet and the Tenth Regiment of the Guards, it did not sound eye-catching, but Earl Valerian knew the powerful strength of these two troops well.

The expanded Royal Fleet had been re-divided into six sub-fleets. Except for the Sixth Fleet, which remained on Dragonstone, the remaining five fleets each had sixty elite battleships, all equipped with ship-borne cannons.

Munford Valerian was in command of the Third Fleet.

Total tonnage of 20,000 tons, 3,000 official crew members, including 600 sorcerers, 100 priests, 300 Holy Fire and Holy Shield warriors, and 200 ship-borne cannons.

With this fleet alone, Munford Valerian was confident in razing Arbor to the ground.

Not to mention the Tenth Regiment of the Guards.

During this time at sea, all the Guards had been granted the power of divine grace.

In other words, having the Tenth Regiment of the Guards meant having one thousand holy warriors capable of landing operations.

How could Arbor resist? Munford really couldn't think of it.

"Horace, Hobert."

Joffrey looked at the Redwyne twins again, one of whom was wearing a white robe.

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