Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 154: Landing!

The waves crashed incessantly, and the sea wind howled.

The various movements within Storm's End were barely perceptible at sea, with the only clear signal being the arc of leaping or shifting firelight along the castle walls.

Those were the torches raised by the soldiers, representing swords and bows.

Those were the roaring braziers beside each battlement, used for warmth, illumination, igniting rockets and pitch, and boiling hot oil.

In this way, Storm's End announced its vigilance, displaying its thorns and iron spikes.

Each point of light signaled Storm's End's meticulous and well-prepared counterattack, foreshadowing the countless blood and lives the besiegers would lose.

The guards tightened their grips on swords and crossbows, ready to kill the enemy.

Meanwhile, within the castle behind them, horns blared incessantly, like muffled thunder accumulating boundless fury, deterring the enemy, and like uplifting music, encouraging victory.

The fleet at sea, however, approached in silence, communicating only through the shifting of flags.

Why no drums or horns?

Many young guards showed puzzled expressions. So many stories and everyday training were the same. Shouldn't war be accompanied by drums and horns throughout?

Even if this was a fleet sailing at sea, shouldn't it be this quiet when launching an attack?

Experienced veterans were also quite perplexed.

Without the drums and horns to inflame the youths' minds, who would dare to rush towards the walls after calm consideration, to face crossbows, stones, and hot oil, enduring the clear, piercing wails from all directions?

Harboring various thoughts, the guards' sense of tension seemed to diminish considerably.

At this moment, they looked down again at the fleet below.

A blur of ships, so scattered and unremarkable, so inconspicuous.

Rather than an imposing army, they seemed more like predatory pirates, only sneaking close for ambushes, never launching a fair and square attack.

Almost like pirates. Cortnay Penrose recalled the battle process described in the letter from Rain House, almost the same tactics as the Ironborn's longships: ambush, sneak attack, forceful assault, and retreat after casualties.

Thinking this way, wouldn't dividing the troops to invade various coastlines be exactly the Ironborn's consistent style?!

Cortnay Penrose's confusion seemed to be resolved.

The letter also mentioned that one of the officers attacking Rain House was Theon Greyjoy, the Iron Islands' whelp.

Perhaps this Theon swayed the cruel heart of the false King Joffrey? Made him dispatch the fleet to wreak havoc everywhere, to avenge Massey's Hook, or simply to cause destruction?

Cortnay Penrose couldn't be entirely sure, but at least…

He surveyed the fleet below. At a rough glance, there couldn't be more than two hundred ships. The exact number from the watchtower was one hundred and twenty-one.

At least it could be confirmed that the fleet had indeed split up.

This was certainly good news for Storm's End, but bad news for the castles along other coastlines. For His Majesty Renly, it was probably decent intelligence.

After all, judging from the current situation, King's Landing lacked a fleet to guard the river, and the territories of the Stormlands would not be completely destroyed, only allowing the willful Prince Joffrey to vent his anger, looting some villages and fishermen.

For the war, this was nothing.

The strength of King's Landing was wasted in unnecessary places, while His Majesty Renly's army was growing stronger and more skilled day by day, just waiting to pierce the enemy's heart.

The situation of the war seemed to be becoming clearer and clearer.

"Hahaha ~"

"They're truly crazy. Ha, they're even using this kind of thing as a weapon? It can't even touch a single hair on Storm's End!"

"Look, they haven't stopped yet!"

"If this is all they've got, we can all go back to sleep. They won't even think about entering Storm's End in a hundred years…"

The guards on the walls erupted in laughter and ridicule.

Cortnay Penrose didn't immediately stop them. He also saw the fleet's attack, insignificant, even absurdly laughable.

Dozens of warships approached to almost grounding distance, launching arrows and stones from their decks, but the vast majority still failed to clear the cliffs below the castle, let alone damage the walls.

Cortnay Penrose understood that the enemy's attack would only raise the castle's morale higher and make the defense more steadfast.

However, there was still one question: what about the enemy's white light and sound?

The sky was gradually brightening, so the effect of the white light could be ignored, but what about the enormous sound that Rain House had mentioned several times in the letter? That kind of thing could be much more effective.

Cortnay Penrose's biggest worry was this.

Once the enemy used this strange power, the morale within the city would be low, and the inconvenience of communication would be minor troubles. If it disturbed everyone's sleep and exhausted their energy, and then the enemy sought out weaknesses to approach and attack…

Cortnay Penrose had no other choice but to keep a close eye on the fleet's movements, to judge the enemy's intentions and prepare in advance.

About a quarter of an hour later, the warships throwing arrows and stones retreated.

Cortnay Penrose immediately stopped the guards' clamor, ordering everyone to be vigilant, observe, and report any changes in the enemy's movements.

But this order quickly became useless.

Cortnay Penrose himself clearly saw the fleet's movements.

All the warships sailed north, stopping on the sea next to the flat ground a thousand paces away from Storm's End, lowering their sails.

Then, many small boats carrying dense shadows rowed towards the shore.

The enemy was landing!

Cortnay Penrose and everyone were shocked.

This was Storm's End, not that ordinary Rain House!

How many fighting soldiers were carried on one hundred and twenty-one ships? They were just landing like that? Did they think they could attack Storm's End's gates from the land?

No one didn't know the power of the city gates.

The crossbows and stones on the walls were the first line of defense for the city gate, capable of launching thousands of deadly attacks in just a few breaths, turning the ground outside the city into a field of corpses.

The dry, wide moat was the second line, and the guards would enthusiastically help the enemy fill the moat.

With their own corpses.

The third line of defense was the hot oil poured down from the walls.

When the enemy smelled the aroma of roasted meat and the stench of burning hair and destroyed the drawbridge leaning against the city wall, they would enter the dozens of feet long gate tunnel.

The countless crossbows above the tunnel entrance, the stones piled into small mountains, and pots of hot oil would form the fourth line of defense.

The enemy would once again leave corpses all over the ground, finally reaching the city gate.

The well-prepared iron gate would then slam down, isolating those within six feet of the city gate, followed by a one-sided massacre.

Until these guys were also turned into corpses, the gate would be raised again, waiting for the next round of prey…

Cortnay Penrose frowned, looking north.

The landing enemy probably numbered several thousand. With just these, they would probably all die without even touching the city gate.

The sun had already risen.

A figure rode out from the landing enemy's camp, the white armor reflecting the sunlight.

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