Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Stab into the heart?"

Inside the golden tent, the witch's dance was as fiery as flames. Joffrey chuckled softly and muttered to himself.

Wouldn't that mean losing a lot of blood?

Too wasteful.

What Joffrey saw wasn't an enemy, but a meal on a plate.

To him, the rebellious forces led by Renly were a weak and unaware giant beast. Similarly, the flesh was delicious, and the marrow precious.

Land, population, power, reputation, wealth.

This was a feast.

The Throne and the kingdom were already starving and eagerly awaiting the nourishment to grow and strengthen. How could food be easily wasted?

Every inch of the prey's body was precious.

And in the hand of him, the hunter, was a sharp hunting knife. A single strike would kill, but it wasn't long enough.

How to hunt?

The answer was already very clear. Entice the ignorant and restless giant beast to attack on its own, then stab directly into its skull and crush its brain. This way, the ingredients would be preserved to the greatest extent.

How to lure the giant beast to attack?

This was all thanks to the carefully planned actions before.

The commotion at King's Landing Port was too big to hide. So, they might as well do it openly, creating a massive fleet that couldn't be destroyed, giving the giant beast a strong stimulus.

Thus, King's Landing showed clear strength and unknown potential.

The startled giant beast was filled with fear and unease. Every part of its body longed for the warm and safe nest, but only the brain persisted, controlling the body to continue moving west, intending to reclaim the pair of powerful wings it had left at Bitterbridge.

At this point, the fleet attacked the coast of the Stormlands, the giant beast's nest.

The desire of the giant beast's various parts to return to the nest became stronger and more resolute. The brain had to forcefully control the body to continue acting according to the plan.

However, the situation had already begun to change.

Even as the brain that controlled the giant beast's actions, it was inevitably influenced and interfered with by the will of its various parts, and even swayed back and forth.

The giant beast's steps were no longer as firm and powerful as before.

The fleet then released false signals, showing the limitations of its strength and the shortsightedness of its thinking, displaying greed, cowardice, and ignorance.

How could the giant beast not rejoice at this?

Finally, there was the unique delicacy that the giant beast longed for, Joffrey himself, to serve as bait.

The giant beast faced a choice.

On one side was to continue moving west, choosing a long battle of mutual hunting and killing, during which King's Landing's strength would clearly grow stronger;

On another side was to have two large armies march directly towards King's Landing, to deal with the new fleet of unknown strength and the defenders within the city;

On yet another side were the isolated and helpless five thousand infantry and the raiding fleet roaming outside. As long as they were taken down, the war could be said to be more than half won, or even ended right there.

The first two options were bitter and dry, difficult to swallow. The last one was sweet and soft.

The giant beast took the bait after all.

Joffrey was satisfied, and at the same time, not surprised.

The Besiege Three, Leave One Open tactic was classic and old-fashioned, almost everyone knew it, so why was it never outdated?

The reason was simple. It was because the other three sides were difficult to cross. Choosing these three paths meant choosing clear failure and death.

The only opening might have a trap, but this was already the least bad choice.

Renly's situation was exactly like this.

Renly was bound to fail. The difference between different plans was how much chaos and death they caused, how many negative impacts they brought, and how much positive gain they yielded.

Besiege Three, Leave One Open was to reduce the losses of a frontal assault, and Joffrey's trap was the same.

If not to avoid the spread or expansion of the war, he wouldn't bother to scheme. He would directly break the situation with violence and end it once and for all.

Fortunately, his efforts paid off.

Renly had ordered the Stormlands army to stop moving west and instead gather at Fallenwood.

Renly also sent word to the Highgarden army at Bitterbridge, requesting that thirty thousand troops be detached to approach Rising Stone Town, monitor the direction of King's Landing, and protect the rear of Fallenwood.

The remaining thirty thousand troops would march at full speed towards Fallenwood, regardless of fatigue, and rest after arriving at Fallenwood.

A posture of a major battle.

It had to be said that Renly's arrangements were quite cautious.

But this also proved Renly's determination and confidence in launching a surprise attack here.

Joffrey understood that he only needed to leisurely play outside Storm's End for a few days, and Renly would naturally bring the rebellious Lords to "pay respects."

And Renly wouldn't even doubt whether he was truly unaware.

After all, in Renly's view, the Castles in the Reach and the Stormlands were still completely under his control, and the few fence-sitting Lords were not near the army's marching route.

In other words.

Joffrey, who remained outside the walls of Storm's End, could not obtain intelligence through ravens between castles.

Scouts would take a considerable amount of time to deliver intelligence to castles with ravens, or to travel a long distance to Joffrey outside Storm's End.

This time was long enough for the army from Bitterbridge to reach Fallenwood and then launch a surprise attack to the south.

By then.

If Joffrey's scouts were effective, discovered the tracks of the large army thirty to fifty miles away, and successfully returned to the camp outside Storm's End.

It would already be too late.

The fleet plundering outside was difficult to contact, and Joffrey's five thousand infantry had nowhere to retreat, only able to hastily engage in battle.

Who would win and who would lose was clear at a glance.

Renly had stated this at yesterday's meeting.

And issued a series of orders.

He ordered all units to strictly maintain secrecy, blockade the roads, detain any suspicious personnel, and at the same time continue to show signs of moving west to mislead the enemy, in case the blockade was not strict.

The mood of those generals had recovered a lot, they were full of fighting spirit, and their actions were very proactive.

Fallenwood began to quietly change.

The number of soldiers patrolling the roads, paths, and forests gradually increased, the tents outside the city were emptied and filled again, troops rushed to Fallenwood from the east, then moved west, and finally stationed themselves deep in the hidden forest.

Clearly, Renly and his subordinates placed their hope of victory on this surprise attack. They planned diligently and made full preparations, aiming for a single successful strike.

Unfortunately. Joffrey sighed with a slight smile, before magic, Renly's actions were completely exposed.

This war was about to end.

Through magic.

Joffrey looked at the dancing red robe, the Priestess of the Lord of Light, Melisandre.

"Meli," Joffrey beckoned to her.

The Red Priestess stopped her dance, panting, and approached Joffrey step by step, resting on his lap.

Joffrey stroked her fiery red long hair, "Perhaps the Lord of Light sent you here for this day, to give birth to a shadow illuminated by light through your body."

Of course, it was just a benevolent lie.

Such things, their only meaning was research and enjoyment.

Although it consumed a considerable amount of mental power each time, it was insignificant to Joffrey, not worth mentioning compared to the complex patterns that appeared out of thin air.

The Red Priestess shed her red robe.

Joffrey wrapped his arms around her neck from behind, applying a little force, bringing her to the edge of suffocation.

Much tighter.

Joffrey thrust his body with satisfaction and dissatisfaction, initiating the conquest.

After Renly, who would be next?

The Kraken of the Iron Islands, Oldtown and the Citadel, or the tenacious Dorne?

The Iron Fleet

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