Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The night sky was filled with twinkling stars.

But along the northern coast of Blackwater Bay, a large area of light was moving.

The reflection on the sea surface, the beams of light shooting directly into the sky, and the crisscrossing rays pointing in all directions at oblique angles startled the residents along the shore.

Those sleeping in their fishing boats or coastal huts opened their eyes groggily, enduring the discomfort, and tried hard to peer at the abnormal light on the sea, lest they be swallowed by a sudden disaster without knowing anything.

Fortunately, the channel where the light was located was not close enough to be a danger to the coast, but it wasn't far either, allowing people to see the general scene there.

A continuous line of warships.

Sails full, flags bright, magnificent Black Stags stood tall on golden backdrops, their heads held high, glaring forward.

The source of the beams and spheres of light illuminating the dark night were the masts above the Stags' heads. The crow's nests.

This was the King's Landing fleet. The fleet of the King blessed by the Gods. Many understood the current situation; the King's fleet had set sail! Towards whom?

Some tried to count the number of passing ships with their naked eyes.

But even with focused concentration, even though each ship was so dazzling, they always inadvertently missed a few, and in the end, the exact number became blurred, leaving them only able to stare blankly as the fleet gradually sailed away.

There must be several hundred. People guessed, unwilling and excited, lying back on their beds or in their cabins.

Unfortunately, sleepiness had long been driven away by the shocking sight, so people had to lie on their backs, staring at the stars in the night sky, hoping that the twinkling starlight could bring back fatigue and allow them to have a good dream.

May the Gods bless them.

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The exact number was three hundred and one.

Three hundred wooden warships, one steel warship.

Wooden ships were easy to build. The ship Blueprints were complete and plentiful, and there were so many existing models in the Royal Fleet to imitate, making the work of the sorcerers undoubtedly quite easy.

As long as there was sufficient timber, doubling the original Royal Fleet several times over was not a problem, even without adding magic Runes.

But timber was not the only limitation; Sailors and Supplies were scarcer than wood.

After comprehensive consideration, the fleet in King's Landing harbor was rebuilt and newly constructed to three hundred ships, with a total tonnage of one hundred thousand tons and a fixed crew of sixteen thousand people.

Adding the ten thousand Royal Guard Soldiers who would land on the coast, as well as personnel in logistics, intelligence, medical, production, construction, and other areas, the total number of personnel on the fleet was approximately thirty thousand.

This massive fleet was the maximum that King's Landing could afford at present.

Recruiting skilled Sailors and reliable Captains, preparing Supplies, weapons, and special equipment, intelligence preparation, personnel arrangements, boosting morale, and propaganda guidance.

Being able to achieve all of this successfully within a day was entirely due to the institutional reforms in King's Landing during this period.

If it were any other power, they wouldn't even dare to imagine it.

In one day, the two hundred ships of various sizes in King's Landing harbor became three hundred excellent warships, equipped with sufficient Sailors and Soldiers, and sailed out to sea together.

Joffrey really wanted to see Renly's expression when he received this news.

It must be wonderful.

Moreover, there was this unique flagship, the massive "Divine Grace" forged from steel, which was not driven by sails.

Perhaps this warship could inspire more awe in the world than Fire and healing.

One must know that not only is the Westeros Continent long and narrow, with rivers and seas crisscrossing, but life and trade are also closely related to the sea.

The Free Cities across the Narrow Sea are even more dependent on sea transport and fleets.

When the news of the steel warship spreads, the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, the Magisters and Great Lords of the Free Cities, the Sealord of Braavos, and other powers will surely not be able to remain calm.

Big guns and big ships.

Joffrey was full of confidence, believing that he could conquer the Seven Kingdoms and the world with just big guns and big ships!

"Divine Grace" was both the beginning and an experimental subject for accumulating experience and data. Future warships would step on its shoulders to reach greater heights.

Joffrey looked at Qyburn beside him, the old man was holding a data sheet, muttering to himself in fascination.

After these few hours of sailing, the various data and the consumption of various devices on "Divine Grace" had been initially summarized.

As of now, the average speed of the entire fleet was eleven knots, which is about twenty kilometers per hour.

The speed of "Divine Grace" was also the same.

For this, it consumed an average of 20 units of Fire Magic Energy and 50 units of Solid Magic Energy per hour.

Undoubtedly, if the speed were doubled, the consumption rate of the two types of Magic Energy would also greatly increase, even far exceeding double.

This consumption was not significant for Joffrey at the moment.

Paying the Rune Energy to create a few hundred Holy War Army Soldiers could ensure the warship's self-sufficiency, and a day's new Rune Energy could build ten warships.

But.

Compared to a few hundred living Holy War Army Soldiers who could continue to be harvested, was a steel warship truly a more valuable choice at this point in time?

Fortunately, there was a more perfect solution.

Let the crew of the warship all become Holy War Army Soldiers and continuously inject Magic Energy into the warship daily, killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, this was ultimately just a temporary measure during the transition period. To obtain safer and more stable combat power, Runes without thoughts and emotions were undoubtedly more suitable.

Qyburn's murmuring tone became increasingly frantic and obsessive.

Joffrey knew that Qyburn was pursuing a more perfect warship structure.

The energy contained in 20 units of Fire Magic Energy was much greater than the energy actually consumed by the warship, which meant that the useless loss of the power system was astonishing.

50 units of Solid Magic Energy revealed a more severe problem: the warship was difficult to sustain itself.

Every unit of Solid Magic Energy pointed to a flaw or loophole, representing that it had resisted damage, disintegration, or even explosion once.

As an initial model, this was an unavoidable problem.

Qyburn's task was to collect data on warship and Magic Energy consumption, analyze the problems, and find better answers.

And the abilities of the sorcerers gave Qyburn a lot of room for trial and error and improvement.

Just sitting in the cabin, Joffrey could clearly feel the changes in the warship under Qyburn and the sorcerers.

From the fleet's departure until now.

Qyburn had changed the structure of the boiler seventeen times, the turbine blades of the steam engine twelve different shapes, the transmission system eight times, and the propeller fifteen times.

And all the locations on the hull that consumed Solid Magic Energy had also been changed multiple times.

It was almost entirely a brute-force, exhaustive method.

But overall, the consumption of Magic Energy was slowly decreasing.

Thinking optimistically, by the time the fleet reached Storm's End, the Magic Energy consumption of the "Divine Grace" might even be halved.

Four days.

Qyburn's task was very heavy.

"Your Majesty."

Joffrey looked towards the door.

The Red Woman Melisandre swayed her waist and gradually approached, "The Lord of Light has commanded me to come and serve."

Qyburn exited the room.

Before accepting the Lord of Light's gift, Joffrey sent instructions to Beric Dondarrion and the Red Priest Thoros at Massey's Hook.

"Arrive at Stone Dance City before sunset tomorrow and rendezvous with the fleet."

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