Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The resistance in Old Oak City was not fierce.

Days of suppression and propaganda had reduced the rebels' will and determination to the lowest point, with their minds focused on survival rather than fighting to the death.

However, it cannot be denied that the wavering and hesitant nobles within the rebel ranks deserve the greatest credit.

If they had insisted on ordering a counterattack, their past prestige and status might have compelled the lower-ranking soldiers, accustomed to obedience, to take up arms and create chaos.

But the nobles did not speak up, not even the highest commander, Earl Matus Rowan.

Garlan Tyrell's declaration spread a thick sense of despair, but it also brought a ray of hope that was desperately needed. Unconditional surrender, at least, would save their lives.

The nobles saw a final glimmer of hope.

As long as they lived, they would have a chance to rise again in the future. If they died, they would lose everything.

Moreover, Garlan Tyrell had said something terrifying—"extermination of the family." Although most people did not believe that Highgarden would be so ruthless, what if it were true?

For the sake of their families and loved ones, they should avoid this doomed battle.

Therefore, after the City Guard entered the city, they encountered only sporadic resistance, rather than having to face organized enemy forces, making their operation much easier.

The thousand men quickly dispersed and began searching for their respective targets.

The "Gray Rat's" mission was quite special.

"Target is in the main castle, move at top speed!" Gray Rat sprinted while observing the markings on the light screen.

The target was stationary in a room, a good opportunity.

Gray Rat tightened his grip on the blade in his hand and "嚓"-ed, ending the life of the oblivious soldier blocking his path, then led his men to the main castle.

Time was of the essence.

Even a slight delay could mean that the target would be snatched away by someone else.

He wasn't the only team to receive this mission.

Gray Rat glanced at the light screen; the other two competitors were more than two hundred steps behind. If nothing unexpected happened, this target was as good as his.

Gray Rat secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was worth the effort he had put in to get his squad into the first wave of the city's entry, thus gaining the upper hand. Now it seemed that it was indeed worthwhile.

A crucial target, a lucrative mission.

Gray Rat was filled with excitement and couldn't help but grin to himself, as if he could see his bright future.

His ambition was not limited to being a sergeant of the City Guard, or rather, his more authentic identity—a secret agent of the Military Intelligence Agency.

Almost no outsiders knew the name of the Military Intelligence Agency. But Gray Rat understood that although it was newly formed, unknown, and still very young, it was full of opportunities for advancement and would eventually become the solid foundation of the kingdom's underground.

Gray Rat did not dare to hope that he could control this behemoth, but becoming one of its fingers, or even an arm, would be a worthwhile life.

To this end, he must defeat one competitor after another and successfully climb the increasingly narrow ladder.

The target in Old Oak City was the best stepping stone.

He must take it down!

Gray Rat raised his head, staring firmly and fervently at the main castle ahead, the highest study.

He led his team into the building.

Not surprisingly, the guards in the main castle were more loyal and brave, and more than half of them raised their swords against these people who looked like they had ill intentions.

However, Gray Rat and his men were no ordinary soldiers.

The other nine relied on the power of the Holy Shield to ignore all damage, focusing only on stabbing their blades into the bodies of their enemies, twisting and pulling, until the enemies twitched and fell to the ground.

Gray Rat had exchanged more gifts for his merits.

Amidst the enemies' futile hacking and thrusting, Gray Rat's longsword burst into flames, then cut off blades and scorched flesh and bones.

After nearly a hundred lives were lost, the guards finally collapsed, throwing down their swords and begging for mercy.

Gray Rat ignored them and immediately rushed to the stairs, approaching his mission target layer by layer. Fortunately, she was still in the room without any movement.

Until Gray Rat and his ten men kicked open the door.

The slender and petite woman finally moved her gaze from the window and looked at the uninvited guests at the door.

Looking only at her back, she was almost like a delicate young girl. But she had already given birth to five sons, and her youngest son, Arys Oakheart, had already died as a Kingsguard.

Gray Rat carefully sized up the target.

He had to admit that she was well-maintained, with almost no traces of time on her face. Her eyes were full of clear and noble charm, and a glance at her made people feel ashamed of the filth and雜念 in their hearts, and dare not look directly at her.

She was the mistress of Old Oak City.

"Lady Ewyn Oakheart," Gray Rat said, "Your resistance to His Majesty seems to be beyond the norm. Is there any specific reason?"

Before today, the leader of the faction in Old Oak City that insisted on resisting was this petite woman.

Ewyn Oakheart sighed softly: "Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying this? Just dispose of me as you see fit. I will not cry and beg for mercy."

"Of course, there is a point," Gray Rat insisted. Completing the mission was only the foundation. To highlight his talent, he had to do more.

Gray Rat deliberately provoked: "Could this just be a woman's senseless temper?"

Ewyn Oakheart frowned slightly and finally couldn't help but angrily rebuke: "What do you lackeys know! My Arys Oakheart, my son, died inexplicably in King's Landing! Did you think Old Oak City would swallow its anger? Humph! Not even the king can do that!"

Gray Rat quickly recorded the information she revealed in the light screen; it might be useful.

Arys Oakheart. Gray Rat didn't care how he died, in fact, it would be best if it was related to the royal family, as this would undoubtedly attract the attention of the higher-ups, making it more likely that Gray Rat's own name would be placed on the imperial desk.

Ewyn Oakheart's emotions seemed to be completely ignited and she was still chattering on.

Gray Rat looked at the time and knew it was time.

Giving his men a look, Gray Rat walked to one side of the room and quietly waited for the good show to come.

His men dragged in two people, one alive and one dead.

The dead one was an ordinary Old Oak City guard, with no clothes on his lower body and a sword through his heart. The living one was Ewyn Oakheart's second son, completely naked, hugging his arms and shivering.

Ewyn Oakheart's face changed drastically: "What are you going to do?"

Gray Rat remained silent.

The nine City Guard soldiers and Military Intelligence Agency trainees each took action.

Five stood guard outside the door, two neatly took off their cumbersome armor and breeches, and two monitored Ewyn Oakheart's second son.

"You go first, brother!"

A veteran in his thirties or forties looked generous, pushing the young man next to him onto Lady Ewyn, causing the woman to scream shrilly.

"You're lucky, you old hag. My little brother is still a virgin." The veteran pushed his young companion.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up and strip her naked! Others will come at any time, and it will be too late by then!" The veteran looked at Gray Rat, "After all, the mission is important."

The young man was at a loss and couldn't help but look at Gray Rat for help, but he received a silent acquiescence.

Finally, he tore Lady Ewyn's clothes… …