Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 214: A Crimson Feast

Stannis's camp was only a little over ten feet high.

Compared to the towering shadow of Storm's End, it was as insignificant as a grain of sand.

But at this moment, Stannis felt no gloom in his heart.

Standing on the small hill where the camp was located, he gazed into the distance.

The flat, open field allowed his gaze to extend to the distant horizon.

Endless campfires.

No matter where he looked, only flames were visible.

The flames were like fallen stars, covering the wilderness and forming an endless sea of stars.

What a beautiful night scene.

Stannis was even more captivated and delighted by the vast power revealed by the scenery.

These were countless campfires.

Each campfire represented a warrior ready to strike, with gleaming, sharp blades and swift, heavy arrows.

Wildfire of fury.

The fury of the Baratheons would be conveyed by these campfires to Joffrey, who had usurped the throne, and the greedy Lannister lions!

The true stag would reclaim everything that was his!

"At the first light of dawn, the entire army will form ranks and attack the city!" Stannis declared, waving his sleeve generously.

The war would end before sunset!

Lord Mace Tyrell responded with a cheerful smile, "The righteous cause will surely be blessed by the gods, and aided by so many swords and loyal men.

Your Majesty will surely achieve your wish."

Stannis looked towards Storm's End, hidden in the darkness.

"Especially Ser Cortnay Penrose," Mace Tyrell exclaimed with admiration, "With such a loyal warrior to assist, it shows that justice will surely prevail."

Duke Mace knew the plan.

As long as the inside help opened Storm's End, what was there to fear about not winning?

Randyll Tarly looked at his lord, who was still complacent, and although he had many thoughts in his mind, he finally restrained himself and didn't say a word.

Although it wasn't good to say it explicitly, Earl Randyll actually knew more than his lord.

For example, the real battle plan for tomorrow wasn't just relying on Ser Cortnay Penrose alone.

Even if the enemies inside the castle were negligent, would they still give Ser Cortnay a chance to open the city gate?

The most likely situation was that Ser Cortnay was currently in the dungeon of Storm's End.

If it were worse… …

The night breeze brushed across the hill.

Stannis sighed slightly, "Ser Cortnay's loyalty is beyond doubt.

I will remember him, and Storm's End will remember him."

Mace Tyrell nodded with a smile, "Yes, after this battle, Ser Cortnay will have made a great contribution and should indeed be rewarded, greatly rewarded."

Randyll Tarly shook his head almost imperceptibly.

He knew that Lord Mace hadn't understood the deeper meaning of his words.

He couldn't blame others for this.

He couldn't really lay everything out and explain it clearly.

Stannis had completely given up the idea of communicating the real plan with Duke Mace.

Judging from the thoughts of the "puffed fish" adult, it was better not to know.

Speaking of which, why did Duke Mace have to follow along all the way?

"Your Majesty," Duke Mace couldn't help but speak, "When attacking the city tomorrow, please bestow the honor of commanding the vanguard upon your most loyal servant."

Randyll Tarly understood that Lord Mace was referring to himself.

Of course, Stannis wasn't crazy enough to do that, "Lord Mace, you and I should just stay in the camp and watch the battle.

If you were to be injured, how would I explain it to Lady Olenna, how would I face my dear Margaery?"

Without waiting for Duke Mace to respond, Stannis immediately looked at Randyll Tarly, "Lord Tarly, you are responsible for commanding the vanguard, act according to the plan."

Randyll Tarly respectfully agreed.

Duke Mace was still unwilling, "Lord Randyll is a good helper.

However, after taking Storm's End, please allow me to take back King's Landing for you as a reward for your servant."

Mace Tyrell's greatest wish was to achieve a truly commendable victory.

Randyll Tarly sighed secretly.

Lord Mace was too impatient and shouldn't have pressured the king like that, even if unintentionally, even if the power of the Reach was indispensable to King Stannis.

Stannis was silent for a moment, and had to agree: "It couldn't be more suitable.

I believe you will take back a complete King's Landing."

It was said that King's Landing had changed.

Duke Mace finally bowed and thanked him, and retreated with satisfaction.

Randyll Tarly stood silently aside.

Stannis's expression relaxed a little, "Lord Randyll, I'm counting on you tomorrow.

After this battle, you will be credited with the greatest achievement."

Randyll Tarly nodded steadily.

The plan had a good chance of success.

With 50,000 men against the enemy's 5,000, as long as they could avoid the barrier of Storm's End and launch a decisive battle as soon as possible, even mysterious magic would probably be unable to reverse the situation.

Could they avoid it?

Ser Cortnay brought this hope.

Was there really such a loophole?

Randyll Tarly was unwilling to doubt it, but he really didn't know much about Ser Cortnay and didn't dare to entrust his life and honor to him.

But no matter what, King Stannis was the final decision-maker.

And the king was convinced.

"Go and rest, Lord Randyll."

Stannis said lightly: "Gather at the camp tomorrow morning, there will be one last banquet, and then, it will be the moment that determines the fate of the Seven Kingdoms."

Randyll Tarly silently retreated.

He really needed to rest well for one night.

In these days, he had heard countless arguments, seen countless changes of face, and thought too much.

But the gods never allowed people to get their wish.

"Lord Randyll," Ser Hugh Grandison, the Earl of Grandview, caught up with him on the way, "Have you heard that the Royal Fleet has sailed to Arbor and the Redwynes have joined them!"

Randyll Tarly immediately stopped, "When did this happen?"

Earl Grandison lowered his voice, "Just now, a messenger came from Stonebridge.

Lord Meadows knew the content first, and then… …"

"When did this happen?" Randyll Tarly repeated the question.

Earl Grandison was stunned and finally understood what Randyll Tarly meant, "August 29th, the Royal Fleet arrived at Arbor ten days ago."

Randyll Tarly nodded slightly.

Calculating the time, it had no impact on tomorrow's battle.

Earl Grandison was not as calm as him, "In this way, we have no hope at sea.

What if the war doesn't end quickly… …"

Randyll Tarly glanced at him, "What, do you think the Hand is not bad again?"

Before this, because of King Joffrey's harsh policies, the lords firmly supported King Stannis and never considered reconciliation.

At least on the surface.

Earl Grandison's face flushed, "Hmph, I'm just worried!"

"Good intentions are not rewarded… …" Earl Grandison muttered and left, feeling bored, not knowing whether he was going back to the camp or continuing to talk with others.

Randyll Tarly stood there, stunned for a long time, and had to sigh.

The hope of victory seemed to be dimming again.

"Sam," Randyll Tarly sighed softly at the empty land.

Perhaps they would meet again soon.

"Take Storm's End today!

Without Joffrey, what if there are ten times more fleets?

We are the justice that people want!" Stannis encouraged the morale at the banquet.

The sky was already slightly blue.

King Stannis's golden camp was surrounded by flames in the center, cold and warm, quiet and noisy.

"Victory!" Stannis raised his golden cup.

"Long live the King!" The crowd responded loudly, trying their best to show their confidence and determination.

"Your Majesty ~" Melisandre lay flat on the soft bed, completely naked, her face extremely pale.

She stretched out her hand to the king, her eyes full of desire.

Blood was coming.

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