Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

At the top of the tallest tower in Fallenwood.

Renly Baratheon stood alone by the battlements, gazing south.

Bright sunlight bathed the world.

All he saw were lush, rolling green forests, the green layered and distinct, interesting yet not chaotic.

Some were emerald green, tender and transparent, like children.

Some were apple green, vibrant and juicy, tasting sweet and sour, like teenagers in their early teens.

Some were olive green, full of life, strong and mature, not eye-catching, but making one feel both passionate and secure, like energetic young adults.

Some were dark green, simple and elegant, like elders who had seen the ways of the world.

A forest was a world.

He looked as far as his eyes could see.

At the edge of the world, a faint line of raised reddish color appeared, contrasting sharply yet harmoniously with the green forest, showcasing the wonders of creation.

He couldn't help but sigh, the scenery was beautiful.

But.

Renly didn't see what he wanted to see.

Storm's End.

He recalled the magnificent Castle, where waves crashed day and night and storms often visited, flipping through the memories in his mind. The walls, the gates, the mechanisms.

Did they really think they could breach it from Ser Cortnay with just a few thousand men?

Renly wanted to burst into laughter, mocking Joffrey's stupidity and arrogance. However, after learning so much information, he dared not take it lightly.

Even the axe swung by the most foolish person was as deadly as one swung by a clever person.

Unfortunately, Joffrey held a sharp axe in his hand, and it was growing rapidly, becoming sharper and sharper.

The first news came from King's Landing Port.

The spies sent were responsible for observing the Port, sending intelligence from the Kingswood to Allview, or reaching Bronze Gate along the Kingsroad.

The Castle's Ravens would complete the final leg of the journey.

Renly was thus able to know everything that happened at King's Landing Port five days prior.

But sometimes he wished he didn't know.

Within three days, four pieces of critical intelligence, which could only be described as horrifying, arrived from King's Landing Port.

A large amount of lumber was stockpiled at the King's Landing Port Dock, and then in just one day, the Royal Fleet anchored at King's Landing Port doubled out of thin air, reaching as many as three hundred Warships!

Overnight, steel turned into slender Warships, successfully launched, and capable of moving without sails!

After the launching Ritual, the city's troops boarded the Royal Fleet, and all three hundred Warships set out, sailing towards the sea, with Joffrey himself on board!

A day later, the lumber was completely consumed, and nearly three hundred brand new Warships were born at King's Landing Port!

Each piece of intelligence was more terrifying than the last, more dangerous than the last.

Renly could hardly believe it.

But all the spies and letters were consistent, and some people even came to the Castle to recount what they had seen and heard to Renly, in detailed and thorough accounts, complete with evidence.

A piece of wood with extremely chaotic grain, as if formed by mixing several colors haphazardly.

Renly chose to believe.

He knew this intelligence could not be concealed, so he quickly convened a meeting to discuss how to respond.

The Earls and generals first raised questions in a remarkably similar manner, and after confirming, their reactions varied. Some were silent, some were emotional, some muttered dejectedly, and some were stunned and confused, slow in their movements.

Renly maintained his calm and composure, merely instructing the generals to intensify training and sending messages to the coastal Castles.

But the Raven from Rain House City arrived at Fallenwood half a day later, announcing the arrival of the Royal Fleet.

This moment was Fallenwood's darkest hour.

The Lords and Ser who were present were in low spirits, holding little hope for the defense of the southern Castles.

Those whose territories were located along Cape Wrath conveyed their expectations to Renly with their eyes. Some subtly or excitedly proposed returning to reinforce immediately, defending the Stormlands, setting the battlefield at Cape Wrath, and dealing the enemy a heavy blow with blood and Fire.

The old Earl Estermont of Greenstone even privately sought out Renly, pleading with him to save Estermont.

The crowd was agitated and spoke in unison.

However, how could Renly possibly agree to chase a Fleet with cavalry and infantry?

Moreover, these Warships could be built by the hundreds in a day. Even if skilled Sailors were limited, there was at least no need to worry about damage, making it almost an unsinkable Fleet.

And although there was only one Steel Warship, it was a true Water Fortress, impossible to breach.

Engaging in battle at sea with such an enemy?

Renly became even more determined to cross the Blackwater River upstream.

The upper reaches of the Blackwater River were shallow, making it impossible for deep-water Warships to reach. With a few more ships sunk in the water, even light vessels would have difficulty approaching.

By then, attacking King's Landing by land should be hopeful.

Renly had already abandoned the idea of certain victory.

Joffrey's power was not only strange, but also full of unknowns and shrouded in mist.

Who knew how far this power could go?

Renly couldn't help but think of the worst outcome, his hundred thousand strong army easily destroyed by Joffrey's tricks, like a game.

However, after the darkest hour, dawn broke.

The second letter from Rain House City brought smiles to everyone present.

Rain House City held!

The enemy acted so mysterious and bizarre, the warships, the light, the loud noises, it turned out they were just for show!

Renly also breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Given this situation, at least the chances of winning on land were high.

Provided, of course, that the second letter was true.

Perhaps the good news came too suddenly, and Renly subconsciously felt some doubt, a strange unease.

But then, Amberly, Greenstone, Storm's End, Weeping Town, Crow's Nest, letter after letter arrived consecutively, the contents largely the same, first warning and asking for help, describing the enemy's situation, then reporting safety and the enemy's movements.

The time was concentrated within a short one or two days.

The massive Royal Fleet seemed like a band of pirates, running fast, searching everywhere for weak prey, never attacking difficult castles by force.

More importantly, the light and sound the fleet used were quite limited!

Did that mean Joffrey's various strange abilities were also like this, difficult to sustain, and not as terrifying as they seemed?

Renly suppressed his excitement, not allowing himself to fully believe this guess.

The situation had suddenly improved.

So, how should the troops advance now?

The Earls and generals argued endlessly, some saying to continue west and rendezvous with the Highgarden army, some requesting to go south to defend the territory, and others clamoring to go straight north and test the mettle of the fledgling fleet on the Blackwater River.

What primarily motivated Renly's decision was the raven from Storm's End.

Ser Cortnay Penrose's personal letter reported: Joffrey landed with five thousand men to besiege the castle, and the main body of his accompanying fleet went north, cutting off their retreat.

Renly secretly rejoiced that the one holding the dangerous axe was Joffrey, a fool.

"Your Majesty, a letter from Paper Town."

The Maester came up the stairs from behind, holding a scroll in his hand.

Unsealing the wax with the crossed quill pattern, the content of the letter was as expected: Joffrey had sent the fleet north to plunder villages and towns.

Renly's last worry was also dispelled.

He looked towards Storm's End again.

The Royal Fleet was rampaging through the coastal villages and towns, while Joffrey led a few thousand men swaggering outside Storm's End.

The defense strength of King's Landing was unknown.

Then, let the war end outside Storm's End.

One should not try to destroy the axe.

While the axe has not yet grown, while the fool has let go of the axe, strike.

Into the heart.

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