Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The banners of the House Wilde fleet began to shift.

Casper Wilde calmly surveyed the stone-built walls.

Tonight's battle would be the fiercest and most brutal.

He knew he had to remain calm, project confidence and determination, to inspire the soldiers to fight bravely and defend the castle.

Victory was almost impossible, but they could try to hold out longer, waiting for a turning point.

Casper Wilde was confident in the defense of the castle.

Thanks to the previous summons, the city now had as many as a thousand soldiers, including two hundred elite warriors such as landed knights, sworn knights, and mercenary knights, and enough food to last everyone for several years.

With such strength, holding Rain House City was more than enough. Even another thousand people could not all stand on the city wall at the same time.

Relatively speaking, the number of enemies who could launch an attack at the same time was also limited.

After all.

Rain House City was not built specifically for people to besiege.

The seaward side of its city wall was surrounded by turbulent waves and steep cliffs. Even if the fleet approached the closest point, it would not be able to land, and the catapults a thousand paces away posed no threat.

As for the other three sides of the castle on land, all the roads were winding, the mountains and rocks were uneven, and the forests were dense.

Small units were fine, but large armies could hardly form a formation in this kind of place, and could only disperse and advance towards the castle, wave after wave, like a gentle tide.

Casper Wilde was convinced that warriors who grew up by the sea would not be afraid of the tide.

Hundreds or thousands of enemies would surge up, and the guards of Rain House City would rely on the solid fortress to resist the tide, using swords, arrows, hot oil, and rolling stones to repel the tide.

Round after round of tides, the fortress would still stand, until the tide lost its strength and completely receded.

Of course, this tide was too angry and arrogant, and its power was too strong. I am afraid it would take a long time and a lot of blood to make it subside.

Casper Wilde watched quietly.

The fleet on the sea was slowly moving towards the castle, adjusting its position.

What was this for?

What was the use of just moving around on the sea without sailing to the shore to send people to land?

Catapults could not throw that far.

No one could solve his confusion at this time, so he turned to look inside the city.

The movement here was much more normal.

Several commanders he had personally appointed were giving orders on his behalf, urging archers to climb the arrow towers, instructing messengers to deliver combat plans, and monitoring soldiers and servants to boil hot oil, debug crossbows, and carry arrows and stones.

Casper Wilde was very satisfied with the progress.

At this rate, by the time the enemy launched an attack, Rain House City would have been fully prepared and could pour out the most violent counterattack power against the enemy.

Hopefully this will calm King Joffrey down.

From the loud announcement just now, Casper Wilde knew one thing: King Joffrey was in the fleet, waiting for the Wilde family to "welcome him."

Unfortunately, among the two kings, the Wilde family could only stand behind His Majesty Renly.

"My lord!"

A scout ran over breathlessly.

"Outside the city, there are a large number of enemies, on the east, south, and west sides!"

Casper Wilde's hair stood on end.

He quickly turned his head to look at the fleet in the sea, blinked hard, and the fleet was still in place.

The still bright light in the sea reminded him that the fleet had raided here silently, and it was normal to land some troops in advance.

Time was running out!

Casper Wilde quickly asked, "Have they already attacked the city?"

"Not yet, my lord."

The scout continued to report, "We were ordered to leave the city to scout for information. But as soon as we left the city, those people came out of the forest. The brothers who were close were killed, and we in the back could only hurry back to the city."

"However," the scout said half-fortunately and half-doubtfully, "they did not try to seize the city gate, not even close to it."

Casper Wilde was even more confused.

Three-sided encirclement, what a good opportunity to attack, but they just watched in the forest?

The scout added, "The enemy general leading the south side calls himself 'The Hound,' Sandor Clegane, Commander of the Kingsguard. The east side is led by Brienne of Tarth. The west side…"

The scout paused, seeming extremely unexpected, "…is Ser Guy Wilde."

"Guy Wilde?"

"Say it again!"

Casper Wilde could guarantee that this was definitely the most shocking and angry moment of his night!

Guy Wilde was his cousin!

This kid's parents died, and he was taken care of by the family since he was a child. How could he become a traitor after only a year in King's Landing!?

The scout finally added: "Ser Guy Wilde, he…wore white armor and a white robe."

The Kingsguard!

Guy Wilde actually became a member of the Kingsguard!

Casper Wilde swore that nothing could shock him more.

Whoosh ~

Bang!

The whistling sound, the sound of rocks colliding, and the screams came together with the gravel and the smell of blood.

Casper Wilde instinctively raised his hand to block in front of him, bending over to dodge. After reacting, he straightened his body and looked at the section of the city wall where the chaos occurred.

Hiss ~

An iron ball the size of a human head was deeply embedded in the inner parapet of the city wall, carrying half of a soldier's body.

A large gap had been plowed out of the outer city wall, and shattered stones were scattered in the messy passage. Half a corpse and four or five screaming or silent soldiers were lying on the ground.

At this time, more noises and screams rang out from all directions, and the city wall trembled and shook.

Casper Wilde stiffly turned to face the outside of the city.

Under the shroud of white light, a cloud of white mist rose from the decks of the Royal Fleet from time to time, and swift black shadows rushed towards the castle, destroying everything in their path.

Iron balls fell on the rocks, walls, battlements, and inside the city.

"Gods…"

Casper Wilde murmured blankly. Why did you give King Joffrey such terrible power? Why did you let the world suffer such a disaster?

He looked at the largest warship in the fleet.

The white mist rising from this warship was also the most continuous, like long dragons.

Was King Joffrey on this ship?

Boom boom boom ~

Hundreds of warships shouted together, and white mist filled the sky.

Casper Wilde stared desperately at the front, and countless small black dots gradually grew larger and quickly disappeared from his sight.

Immediately afterwards, the ground shook, sand and rocks soared into the sky, and the city walls wailed constantly, almost collapsing immediately.

Boom boom boom ~

Steel cracked, air waves surged, and a humid and scalding gale swept across the city wall.

The fragile flesh and blood bodies shattered, danced, like a cluster of red roses in a storm, and the tortured petals fell and dissipated into the world.

Casper Wilde closed his eyes sadly and disheartened.

All the sounds he heard were so chaotic and disordered, people's shouts stopped abruptly, the sound of stones exploding was drowned out by even larger explosions, and the walls and ground were all vibrating.

After an unknown amount of time, the air calmed down a little.

He opened his eyes, and white mist filled the air, and he could only see within a dozen steps.

"Raise the white flag!" he suddenly remembered.

"Raise the white flag!"

He kept shouting, and he was also at a loss as to what to look for.

Until a scorching heat wave exploded beside him.