Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 158 Waiting for the King's Arrival

"Stabbed in the heart?"

Inside the golden tent, the priestess's dance was as fiery as fire, and Joffrey chuckled and shook his head, muttering to himself.

Wouldn't that mean losing a lot of blood?

Too wasteful.

What Joffrey saw was not an enemy, but a meal on a plate.

To him, the rebel forces led by Renly were a weak and unsuspecting behemoth, whose flesh was delicious and marrow precious.

Land, population, power, prestige, wealth.

This was a gluttonous feast.

The throne and the kingdom had long been hungry and thirsty, eagerly awaiting nutrients for growth and strength, so how could they easily waste food?

Every inch of the prey's body was precious.

And the hunter held a sharp hunting knife in his hand, ensuring a fatal blow, but it was not long enough.

How to hunt?

The answer was already very clear: lure the ignorant and restless behemoth to attack, then directly insert the knife into its head and crush its brains, thus preserving the ingredients to the greatest extent.

How to lure the behemoth to attack?

This was thanks to the various carefully designed actions beforehand.

The commotion in King's Landing was too great to hide, so they simply made it public, creating a huge fleet that could not be eliminated, giving the behemoth a strong stimulus.

Thus, King's Landing demonstrated clear power and unknown potential.

The awakened behemoth was filled with fear and unease, and every part of its body longed for a warm and safe nest, but only the brain still insisted, controlling the body to continue westward, intending to reclaim its pair of powerful wings that had fallen in Bitterbridge.

At this time, the fleet attacked the coast of the Stormlands, the behemoth's nest.

The desire of each part of the behemoth to return to its nest became stronger and more determined, and the brain had to forcefully control it, allowing the body to continue to act according to plan.

However, the situation had begun to change.

Even as the brain that dominated the behemoth's actions, it was inevitably influenced and interfered with by the will of each part, and even forced to advance or retreat.

The behemoth's pace was no longer as firm and powerful as it had been at the beginning.

The fleet then released false signals, showing the limitations of its power and the shortsightedness of its thinking, displaying greed, timidity, and ignorance.

How could the behemoth not be encouraged by this?

Finally, there was the behemoth's longed-for, unique delicacy, Joffrey himself, as bait.

The behemoth faced a choice.

One option was to continue westward, choosing a long battle of mutual hunting and killing, and King's Landing's power would obviously become stronger and stronger in this process;

The other option was to send two armies straight to King's Landing to deal with the new fleet of unknown strength and the city's guards;

The third option was the isolated five thousand infantry and the raiding fleet that was wandering outside. As long as they were taken down, the war could be said to be more than half won, or even ended.

The first two options were bitter and dry, difficult to swallow, while the last one was sweet and soft.

The behemoth still took the bait.

Joffrey was satisfied, but not surprised.

The tactic of surrounding three sides and leaving one open is classic and old-fashioned, almost everyone knows it, so why is it never out of date?

The reason is very simple: it is because the other three sides are difficult to cross. Choosing these three paths means choosing clear failure and death.

The only gap may have a trap, but this is already the least bad choice.

Renly's situation was exactly like this.

Renly will inevitably fail, and the difference between different plans is how much chaos and death will be caused, how much negative impact will be brought, and how much positive benefit will be gained.

Surrounding three sides and leaving one open is to reduce the losses of a strong attack, and Joffrey's trap is the same.

If he didn't want to avoid the expansion or spread of the war, he wouldn't bother to plan, but would directly break the situation with violence and be done with it once and for all.

Fortunately, the effort paid off.

Renly had ordered the Stormlands army to stop advancing westward and instead gather at Stonebridge.

At the same time, Renly sent a message to the Highgarden army at Bitterbridge, requesting that it divide its forces and send 30,000 troops to approach Tumbleton, monitor the direction of King's Landing, and protect the rear of Stonebridge.

The remaining 30,000 troops would march towards Stonebridge at full speed, regardless of physical exertion, and rest after arriving at Stonebridge.

A posture of a great war.

It must be said that Renly's arrangement was quite cautious.

But this also proved Renly's determination and confidence to launch a surprise attack here.

Joffrey understood that he only needed to leisurely play outside Storm's End for a few days, and Renly would bring the rebel lords to "greet" him.

And Renly would not even suspect whether he really knew nothing.

After all, in Renly's view, the castles of the Reach and the Stormlands were still under his control, and the few fence-sitting lords were not near the army's marching route.

That is to say.

Joffrey, who stayed outside the walls of Storm's End, could not obtain information through the ravens between the castles.

The scouts would need a considerable amount of time to send the information to the castle with ravens, or travel a long distance to Joffrey outside Storm's End.

This time was very long, enough for the army at Bitterbridge to reach Stonebridge and launch a surprise attack to the south.

By that time.

If Joffrey's scouts were effective and discovered the traces of the army thirty or fifty miles away, and successfully escaped back to the military camp outside Storm's End.

Everything would already be too late.

The fleet that was raiding outside was difficult to contact, and Joffrey's five thousand infantry had no way to retreat and could only fight in a hurry.

Who would win and who would lose was obvious at a glance.

Renly had expressed this at yesterday's meeting.

And issued a series of orders.

Order each unit to strictly maintain secrecy, block roads, detain any suspicious personnel, and at the same time continue to show signs of advancing westward to confuse the enemy, in case the blockade was not strict.

The emotions of those generals had recovered a lot, and they could be said to be full of fighting spirit and very active in their actions.

Stonebridge began to change quietly.

The number of patrolling soldiers on roads, paths, and in forests gradually increased, and the camps outside the city were empty and full again. Troops rushed to Stonebridge from the east, then advanced to the west, but finally stationed in the depths of the hidden forest.

Obviously, Renly and his subordinates had placed their hopes of victory on this surprise attack, and they were planning carefully and making full preparations in order to succeed in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, Joffrey sighed with a slight smile. In the face of magic, Renly's actions had nowhere to hide.

This war was about to end.

Through magic.

Joffrey looked at the dancing, leaping red robe, the priestess of the Lord of Light, Melisandre.

"Melisandre," Joffrey beckoned to her.

The red-robed woman stopped dancing, panting as she approached Joffrey step by step, and knelt on his lap.

Joffrey stroked her fiery red hair, "Perhaps the Lord of Light sent you here for this day, to use your body to give birth to a shadow illuminated by light."

Of course, it was just a benevolent lie.

This kind of thing, the only meaning is research and enjoyment.

Although it costs a lot of mental energy every time, it is not painful or itchy for Joffrey, and it is not worth mentioning compared to the complex patterns that appear out of thin air.

The red-robed woman took off her red robe.

Joffrey wrapped his arms around her neck from behind, and exerted a little force, causing her to walk on the edge of suffocation.

Much tighter.

Joffrey moved his body with satisfaction and dissatisfaction, launching a conquest.

After Renly, who to choose next?

The sea monster of the Iron Islands, Oldtown and the Citadel, or the tenacious Dorne?

The Iron Fleet…

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