Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"Further north is the Fallwood City of the Fell family. It is one of the few castles in the deep woods in the Stormlands." Renly rode Highgarden's tall horse, holding the reins and pointing to the north. "Climb over the front. A few hills away, we can reach the main castle of the Baratheon family, Storm's End, a castle that is rumored to be blessed by magic."

Loras Tyrell held a piece of grass in his mouth and whistled along the way, "Stannis will surely retreat to the sea. He will not fight you, your majesty." He made aristocratic elegance on horseback. etiquette, half-bowed and said with a smile.

"It's a bit strange, Your Majesty," Count Matus Rowan frowned, "None of the Stormland nobles who greeted you along the way brought out the food, grass and supplies they should have. This is not what a vassal should do."

Renly noticed Matus Rowan's confused look, but he also knew that he had just exhausted the Rowan family's food reserves, and he motioned to Alister Florent with his eyes.

Allister naturally knew what the king was thinking, "When the Stormlanders joined the army, they had already run out of food, and most of the army followed Ser Garland Tyrell to Bitterbridge. The castle was undefended. Stannis When an attack comes, I will naturally not rush out to greet His Majesty."

Matus Rowan shrugged slightly, accepting this reason.

There was a vibration in the hills in the distance, and Randyll Tarly galloped in front of Renly, "We need to speed up over these hills, Your Majesty, there is very little water here, and there is no sign of rain in the sky. , this is not good."

Loras removed the wineskin from the saddle. "We have no water, Lord Landau, but we have wine to drink."

These words caused laughter from the surrounding knights, but Renly waved his hand to stop everyone's laughter, "I obey you, Lord Randyll."

Randyll Tully nodded slightly. This was the most worthy thing for his king to follow and praise. He issued an order to the followers around him, "Didn't you hear the king's order? Send the order to speed up the march!"

"Yes!" The followers rushed to all parts of the army to convey the order.

Loras also put away his playful expression. He put the wineskin back on the saddle and silently watched Randyll Tarly running towards the rear.

"Lord Randyll is a busy man," Loras said. "My father's most warlike vassal."

"That's why I have Lord Randyll with me," Renly said, looking at the hills in the distance. "I was an infant when Stannis fought. He has far more experience than I do. Rich."

"Nervous?" Loras smiled slightly and looked at Renly's handsome profile in the sun. "Stannis wants to attack Storm's End, but the Seven Gods never favor someone as old-fashioned and boring as him. He will definitely not To confront us head-on, he is still in Storm's End just for the sake of being a king, and his strength is too weak."

"I have tens of thousands of troops, don't be ridiculous," Renly smiled contemptuously, "I will annihilate Stannis's army, destroy his ships, and destroy his army in one fell swoop."

Timon raised his long sword, which was full of patterns. From a distance, it looked like it was broken and broken.

Is this what "Broken Sword" Timon is referring to? Andrew Ismon held his breath and followed Timon. The leader was a famous knight. It is always right to follow the strong.

Renly's scouts were sent everywhere to ensure the safety of the surrounding area, which caused them a lot of trouble.

"Boy," Timon stopped and leaned towards the rock in front. Apparently there was no sign of Renly's cavalry. He said in a low voice, "You are a Stormlander, why did you defect to Stannis?"

Andrew Eastmon suddenly frowned, "Stannis is the legitimate king of the Seven Kingdoms. I am a knight. Of course I must be loyal to the king."

"There are two more people who say they are the legitimate kings of the Seven Kingdoms," Timon said with a slightly sarcastic tone, having noticed that there were no enemies around him. "Stannis is just one of them."

"Please be careful with your words, Sir Timon." Andrew did not expect that this famous knight from the Seven Kingdoms would actually say such words that were not in line with the spirit of chivalry.

"Hey~" Timon raised his finger and pointed at the hills, "Look what we found?"

Andrew turned his head and looked over. A group of young soldiers were loading and unloading their knight master's baggage in an orderly manner. Flags stood in the distance.

"Didn't Renly's army just pass by?" Andrew said doubtfully, "They."

"The mountain roads in the hills are complicated and undulating." Timon backed away slowly and patted Andrew on the back. Andrew quickly followed, "They are not on the same line as the main force. It is normal. We should go back, your dear king. Your Majesty needs this news most."

"Renly's army stretches endlessly, there are too many, they are everywhere like rubble in the mountains, your majesty." Stannis's advisor, Justin Marseille of Stonedance City, said uneasily when he heard the scout's report.

Stannis looked at the map of the Stormlands. The red paint marked Renly's march route that he had guessed before. "How many scouts do we have back?"

"Ten teams of scouts were sent out from the camp outside Storm's End, but only four returned to the military camp." Justin frowned.

"I know, Justin," Stannis pursed his lips slightly, "We discussed it at the beginning. Those ten teams of scouts were just smoke. The scouts I asked about were the scouts of Greenwood City, my personal guards!" He raised his voice.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I'm too nervous," Justin took a deep breath, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Our scouts are intact and all evacuated safely."

"Call the scouts in. We can't get any useful information from you." Stannis' tone was slightly fierce.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Justin hurried out of the tent, and "Broken Sword" Timon walked in and knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty the King."

"Timon, tell me what you found?" Stannis stared at the red paint on the map.

Timon nodded, "Renly's army was deployed in groups, and the cavalry crossed the hills in stages, but there was no way, the terrain was like this, tens of thousands of cavalry originally crossed the hills in three stages, but now, just in the place where I scouted, there were more than ten southern cavalry columns that were disconnected from the main force, and sometimes even a column could not be gathered. The horses in the Reach are not suitable for climbing."

"The knights in the Reach are used to having their squires carry food with them, but with so many knights and so many cavalry, they still chose to form a baggage column for management, but in my opinion, it is too far away from their knights." Timon added.

Stannis stepped forward, dipped the pen in red dye, and drew more than ten lines on the map of the hills in the Stormlands.

He turned around and threw the red pen on the table, "You did a good job, but your king needs you to do better, better than now."

Timon looked at Stannis, whose eyes were extremely firm.

"I need you to lead an army, a cavalry, follow me, and wait for my orders." Stannis said.

"Yes!" Timon did not expect such an appointment, and he was slightly excited.

"Justin," Stannis called Justin, who was frowning on the side, "I hope you can take up the courage to persuade me not to raid Storm's End before, and block Renly's army head-on with your king."

Justin's heart sank slightly, but he still put one hand on his chest and bowed his head and said, "I will obey your orders, Your Majesty."

"Pretend to retreat and intercept the baggage." Stannis said, his eyes were like torches.