Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“Your Grace!”

Inside the hall, Lord Mace Tyrell led the Reach lords to pay homage to King Renly I.

Outside the hall, warhorses neighed, weapons clashed, soldiers shouted, and wheels rolled, creating an intense atmosphere of war and military presence.

Renly Baratheon was not only not annoyed by the noise outside, but felt more at ease and joyful.

The sounds were the declaration of the 60,000-strong army, the proof that the Highgarden allied forces had arrived at Stonebridge. It was the resounding horn heralding victory.

Finally, the two armies had joined forces! Joffrey was still at Storm's End!

He really wanted to order the camp to be pulled up and attack immediately!

However, after all, this was the first personal meeting between the two sides since the start of the war, and the necessary greetings and communication were indispensable.

“Be quick to rise.”

Renly Baratheon walked down from the throne in a friendly manner, with a smile on his face, and personally helped up his fiancée's father.

The lords and generals rose accordingly.

After that, servants came from the dark corners and passages to the guests, offering fine wine and food, playing music, and performing programs. The grand farewell banquet opened at this moment.

The atmosphere gradually became warm, and the guests successively showed smiles, enjoying the last carnival before the war.

Renly sat down intimately next to Lord Mace.

“Lord Mace, is Lady Olenna well? It’s been many days since I’ve heard the teachings of the 'Queen of Thorns', it’s really memorable.”

Hearing the name of his nagging mother, the smug look on the face of “Pufferfish” Lord Mace instantly subsided a lot, “Thank you for your concern, Your Grace, she is doing well.”

“When I left Highgarden, I could still hear her familiar loud voice, and her sharp instructions.”

Lord Mace seemed to be mocking himself.

“That scene must be very heartwarming.” Renly sized up his future father-in-law without showing any emotion.

Lord Mace, in his forties or fifties, was a little fat, but his face still had the appearance of his youth. The Tyrell family's characteristic brown hair was curly and thick, and the triangular beard was mixed with a little gray.

Like a dignified and wise elder lord.

“Warm…heartwarming.” Lord Mace hesitated, but still didn't dare to say anything bad, “Yes, with Margaery and the others taking care of her, mother naturally won't feel lonely.”

“That’s good, Lord Mace and I can rest assured.”

Renly was very clear that the clever, mean, and firm “Queen of Thorns” Olenna Redwyne was the real power holder of Highgarden, and Lord Mace was a figurehead.

Regardless of politics, military affairs, or diplomacy, Lord Mace's talents were far less excellent than he thought.

Just like his nickname, “Pufferfish”.

But it was precisely because of this that the Tyrell family joined this war so decisively, otherwise, who knows how much trouble there would have been.

Renly smiled.

“I hope the war ends soon. So that we can hold an unprecedented wedding at the Red Keep as soon as possible, and let me put the crown on your lovely daughter.”

The king's words were full of temptation.

“At that time, the royal family and the Tyrell family will truly become one family, and rule the Seven Kingdoms together.”

“The war will end soon, Your Grace.” Lord Mace raised his head, “Highgarden will do its best to guarantee this, and win back the Seven Kingdoms for you!”

Renly responded with a smile, “For me, and even more for the crystallization of Margaery and me, the future little prince.”

“Of course, for the little prince. Of course…” Lord Mace's eyes were blurred, already immersed in beautiful reverie.

Renly quietly got up and walked towards the next target.

Compared to the proud “Pufferfish” Lord, this famous general would undoubtedly be more helpful to the upcoming war.

“Lord Randyll Tarly, long time no see.”

Bald Earl Randyll had a short, stiff gray beard, showing his toughness, “Your Grace, I still remember your heroic appearance at the tournament, just half a year ago.”

The straightforward statement seemed to refute the king's face.

Renly was not surprised, nor did he make a special reaction, “I also remember that Joffrey forcibly turned your eldest son into a maester's apprentice in the name of the royal family. But his decree is invalid, and your eldest son can legally return to Horn Hill.”

Randyll Tarly's face remained unchanged, “The past has become a reality, and the Tarly family will not regret it. Let him continue to be a scholar.”

“Is that so…”

Renly suddenly remembered that Randyll Tarly had always disliked his cowardly eldest son.

Could this be a deal?

Does Joffrey have this kind of brain? No, absolutely impossible.

The brief suspicion was quickly extinguished.

Nevertheless, Renly's mood was not as high as before when he thought of this.

He took out a document and handed it to Randyll Tarly.

“The two thousand cavalry sent to Massey's Hook have completely lost contact, with no trace. The border between the Crownlands and the Stormlands has also been blocked by the armies of Earl Massey and other lords, and we cannot obtain more information.”

“Lord Randyll,” Renly asked seriously, “What is your advice?”

Randyll Tarly read the intelligence in his hand carefully and quickly, and the expression on his face became more solemn, “Your Grace, in my opinion, we should prepare for the worst.”

Renly completely lost his smile.

Randyll Tarly continued to analyze calmly, “The royal fleets of King's Landing and Dragonstone have an absolute advantage at sea. Massey's Hook is narrow and close to the sea, and our army's actions will inevitably be passive, and the possibility of being attacked will greatly increase.”

“To be honest,” Randyll Tarly looked up at the king, “We shouldn't have divided our forces and traveled far away from the beginning. The person who proposed this plan is simply stupid!”

The fierce voice attracted the attention of many people.

These eyes quickly turned to Earl Bryce Caron of Nightsong in the distance, making him quite uncomfortable, but he couldn't figure it out.

Renly sighed, “We can't blame Earl Caron. The reason why I agreed to this plan was also to lure Joffrey to take the initiative to come out of the fortress, so as to end the war as soon as possible.”

“It's a pity…” Renly shook his head regretfully.

Randyll Tarly couldn't help but say a few words of comfort, “A large number of refugees are pouring in, and King's Landing's food reserves must be depleted a lot. And even if our two thousand cavalry were attacked, the enemy's losses would not be small. As for the failure to lure the enemy…”

Randyll Tarly recalled Prince Joffrey at the tournament, “Perhaps, the enemy we are facing is not stupid.”

“It's just good luck.” An old man walked slowly and bowed to His Grace the King.

Renly nodded in salute. The person who came was Randyll Tarly's father-in-law, Earl Alester Florent of Brightwater Keep.

“This time, didn't he run in front of us?” Earl of Brightwater Keep continued, “It shows that he does not possess wisdom, and His Grace will eventually take back the rights you deserve.”

Renly's mouth regained a smile, “I have no doubt.”

That's right.

Storm's End, the sea, and 50,000 troops will form an indestructible and airtight cage. Just waiting for the army to arrive, attacking from the inside and outside, what are the mere five thousand enemies?

Renly ordered Randyll Tarly: “You are the vanguard, set off immediately!”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Randyll Tarly firmly agreed.

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