Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Outside the gates of Storm's End.

Cortnay Penrose, astride a chestnut courser, locked eyes solemnly with the opposing knight before him.

This knight’s eyes were gloomy and downcast, sporting a rust-colored beard, his white scale armor etched with delicate gold thread, wearing a helmet with golden sunbursts, his knee pads, gorget, gauntlets, and boots all gleaming iron armor.

Whether to flaunt, or out of fear of death.

The key point was that the knight’s woolen cloak was adorned with a golden lion clasp.

"Ser Cortnay Penrose."

The knight's rust-colored beard swayed slowly, "Long time no see."

Cortnay Penrose snorted coldly, "You’ve been living comfortably in the Red Keep, I'm afraid you've completely forgotten the Stormlands, Maron Trant!"

Cortnay Penrose recognized this face.

How could he not recognize it? From his own Paps to Storm's End, in between lay the Trant family's ancestral seat of Haystack Hall.

"What, the Hangman Knight has transformed into a proud golden lion?"

Cortnay Penrose's face was filled with mockery.

Maron Trant was unconcerned, stroking the golden lion clasp on his shoulder, "As a Kingsguard, one must naturally forsake family, not marry, not have children, and wholeheartedly serve the king. Shouldn't the knight praise me for upholding my oath, why do you speak insults?"

If it were truly out of duty as a Kingsguard, that would be excusable, even worthy of respect. But, Maron Trant, was he that kind of person?

Cortnay Penrose was already too lazy to waste words.

"Just say what you have to say quickly. You can hurry back to lick your master's boots, and I can have a little more leisure at Storm's End, to gather strength to kill enemies."

Cortnay Penrose glanced at Maron Trant with disgust.

If this guy hadn't been waving two peace banners from afar, allowing countless people to see, he would have really wanted to initiate a duel immediately, to rid the world of a filthy villain.

Pity.

He looked up again.

One peace banner was painted with seven-colored stripes, connected to seven long tails, tied to a pole with a seven-pointed star at the top.

The other banner was almost the same, except that all the "sevens" had been replaced with "sixes."

He knew that this was one of the evil consequences of the false king Joffrey's willfulness. Actually saying something like "The symbol of the Seven Gods is a six-pointed star"? It was simply absurd!

And Maron Trant neither respected the gods nor was he brave enough to face death!

He glanced at Maron Trant with disdain again. If this guy had really dared to come with only a six-pointed star banner, it would have been considered some loyalty and courage, but he also held a seven-pointed star, ha!

Seemingly stimulated by his gaze, Maron Trant finally unfurled the king's warrant.

"I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon and Lannister, by the Grace of the Gods, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm…"

Cortnay Penrose lazily picked at his ear.

"…infinite power, rebellion will be destroyed. To show the mercy of the gods, immediately open the city gates and pledge allegiance to justice. All within the city can still be forgiven, merit will be rewarded regardless of past crimes."

Maron Trant reached forward with the warrant, his face full of indifference and arrogance.

"Finished reciting?"

Cortnay Penrose spat, "That is my answer. Go back and report, let those poor soldiers come and crash to their deaths on the city walls, adding to your sins!"

"Or, do you want to die by my sword?"

Cortnay Penrose reached out and pressed on the hilt of his sword. Facing this guy Maron Trant, he couldn't confidently come empty-handed.

Maron Trant did not show the slightest surprise or anger.

"Sword duels are outdated."

Maron Trant sighed condescendingly, then turned and headed back to the camp without looking back.

Watching Maron Trant's distant, shining back, Cortnay Penrose knew that he had rejected the only chance to avoid bloodshed.

So what? The enemy's blood will be ten or a hundred times that of Storm's End!

Cortnay Penrose turned his horse around.

Passing over the drawbridge, entering the gatehouse, he felt the countless murder holes and mechanisms hidden in the darkness.

Above, solid stones would roll down, hot oil would be poured.

On the left and right, bows would be drawn, crossbows would fire, and fire-spewing crossbows would spit out flames.

Once the iron gate fell, it could smash people in half, grinding them into minced meat. Afterwards, it would isolate the inside and outside into two worlds, the world inside destined to die, and the world outside merely waiting to die.

The city gate was also bound with iron bars, and if necessary, it could be covered with a layer of iron thorns to prevent people from tampering with it.

Even the ground was not dull and uninteresting.

Inside the city walls, both sides had mechanisms controlling the underground passages, and once activated, the ground in the gatehouse would sink and collapse, revealing a pit two zhang long and two zhang deep.

Not to mention heavy equipment such as battering rams, even lightly armored soldiers would find it difficult to cross, and there were countless actively operating murder holes.

All of this was the enemy's nightmare, and Storm's End's lullaby.

Cortnay Penrose knew it all too well.

Click, click, click~

The iron cable tightened with the winch, pulling the drawbridge behind him back up, blocking the gap in the outer city wall.

The entire gatehouse instantly darkened.

In the dark, confined space, subtle sounds began to fill the space from above, below, left, and right. These sounds came from the soldiers lying in wait behind the murder holes.

Boom~~

The heavy city gate was lifted little by little by the iron cable, and light shone into the gatehouse from the gap below, becoming brighter and brighter, bigger and bigger, until it could allow passage.

Cortnay Penrose spurred his horse across the city gate.

Thump~

The city gate fell heavily to the ground, not knowing when it would open again.

… …

"Ser, a raven from Amberly."

Cortnay Penrose had just walked onto the north city wall when the maester hurriedly brought a paper scroll.

The letter's seal was the sigil of House Rogers, black sealing wax, nine silver unicorns surrounding a silver maze.

House Rogers of Amberly, neighbors west of Rain House. The fleet of King's Landing.

He could already guess the contents of the letter.

Opening the letter to take a look, sure enough.

Amberly had been raided by the fleet, and although the castle had not been breached, many fishing villages and towns along the coast had been plundered or burned, and some enemy troops had even penetrated inland, intending to attack more villages and towns.

More and more like pirates.

Cortnay Penrose's mood was complicated.

"Ser, how should we report to His Grace?" the maester asked cautiously.

Cortnay Penrose looked towards the enemy camp to the north.

It was already certain that the enemy had not brought large military equipment, their reserves were insufficient, their camps were scattered, and they did not even have military drums or horns!

As for the reason.

The letter from Amberly verified a guess he had previously dared not believe.

The enemy's white light and sound were not without limits. Amberly also heard the fleet's thunderous calls to surrender, but only half of them, the other half abruptly ceasing.

So, because of this power, the enemy was arrogant enough to abandon drums and horns.

But this power suddenly disappeared, and beyond their expectations, causing the enemy to have difficulty issuing orders now?

"Ser!"

A soldier ran from the east, "The besieging fleet is moving! They…"

Cortnay Penrose raised his hand to stop him.

No need to say more, the fleet had already lined up and passed before his eyes, sailing further north.

He turned back to true north.

In the center of the encampment on the shore, a crowned stag banner larger than a sail was planted on the main camp.

Joffrey, you are as arrogant as ever.

Before long.

All of Storm's End's ravens were released.

The besieging soldiers shot several rounds of arrows, but six or seven ravens still escaped the attack.

Flying north.

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