Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 132 Bronze Gate City

at dusk.

Horseshoes rumbling, horns blaring, and people's voices roaring.

Looking around, the King's Road to the south is full of heavily armored cavalry.They lined up in three rows, turned east at the fork in the road outside the Copper Gate City, and headed straight for the castle gate.

The countless tents set up around Tongmen City were awakened.

A figure raised the curtain and came out of the camp. Seeing the mighty and majestic cavalry passing by, he couldn't help cheering from the bottom of his heart.

They are the infantry ordered to assemble here, a total of 1 people.

Too many people.

Although Tongmen City is a strong fortress, it cannot accommodate so many people, and there must be room for the cavalry guarding His Majesty, so the infantry can only camp outside the city.

Living in the wild is hard.

The first group of people had been sleeping in tents for almost a month, and the bunks were already dirty, full of fleas and smelly.

Coupled with the days of boring training and hard-to-swallow food, all soldiers couldn't wait.

Everyone is looking forward to the early camp.

Everyone knows that Lord Tyrell of the Reach has raised an army of one hundred thousand to support His Majesty.Just walk outside the city of King's Landing, and winning is as simple as following and spitting.

Then there is no need to suffer in the tent anymore.

Everyone will live in the bustling King's Landing, enjoy warm and clean beds, delicious food, endless wine, plump prostitutes who throw themselves into their arms, and extremely lively banquets.

In the end, everyone fulfilled their obligations perfectly, paid the blood tax, and went home safely and happily.

Maybe a handful of silver stags, a few more fields, and a mill.

Even lucky enough to catch a knight or lord, he will be favored by the adults, stay by his side to serve, and even be named a knight.

Of course, many people said that it would not be a real fight.

His Majesty Renly has an army of one hundred thousand.

The little king of King's Landing, bah, the false king that the gods won't tolerate, he probably doesn't have the guts to hang on to the Iron Throne.

Some people made a bet that when they reached King's Landing, they would see an empty city, and all the lions fled back to the west in desperation, leaving only the people in the city.

Others think that King's Landing will ask His Majesty for peace.

His Majesty will show mercy, sit on the Iron Throne that is rightfully his, and allow the lions to retreat to the west.

False kings who are not tolerated by the gods join the church to atone for their sins, or put on black clothes and join the night watchman, and guard the Great Wall of ice and snow all their lives until they die.

Others thought they would not be spared so easily.Lannisters will have to pay untold amounts of gold, the false king will be put to death, all traitors will be tried, and those who have committed crimes will pay.

After all, no one thinks about failure.

It was bound to be an easy war, in which no one, or very few, would die, and great wealth and honor to be reaped.

All it takes is a will from His Majesty.

At this moment, looking at the long cavalry team, everyone knew that the decree was not far away.

The approaching cavalry team suddenly changed their appearance.

A large group of knights gathered together, one after another tall golden banners overlapped and criss-crossed, covering the figure among the knights.

Until the helmet with green forest-colored armor and golden antlers took the initiative to step out of the banner.

Renly Baratheon.

The soldiers shouted and cheered one after another, "Long live Your Majesty!"

"Definitely!"

"Long live Baratheon! Long live His Majesty Renly!"

The voice gradually became unified and louder, until tens of thousands of people shouted together, the sound shook the wilderness, and it seemed invincible.

Renly pulled the reins away from the road, stopped by the side of the road, and smiled sincerely and generously at the soldiers who surrounded him, even allowing each of them to kiss his boots.

It wasn't until the smell of dinner wafted over the camp that things began to clear around Renly.

The Earl of Bronze Gate City, Ralph Buckler, stepped forward to pay tribute, "Your Majesty, your presence is a great honor to the Bronze Gate City. The Bukeler family has prepared the best bedroom, and I hope it can relieve your Majesty's suffering of running around." .”

"It doesn't have to be like this. I can see that the soldiers are high-spirited and healthy, which has satisfied me and relieved my fatigue."

Renly rode forward, followed closely by the earls around him.

"Your Majesty, the morale of the [-] infantry stationed in Hay Hall is equally high, and they are all eager to kill the enemy for His Majesty and overthrow the false king."

Sir Sebastian Errol, the heir to the Countess of Hay Hall, Sheila Errol, reported with the expression of a puppy pleasing its master.

Renly nodded appreciatively.

Sir Sebastian Errol immediately looked satisfied.

The Earl of Nightsong City, Bryce Cullen, approached and asked for instructions, "Your Majesty, are the two thousand cavalry from Cape Marseilles going to be called back? The people there are almost gone."

"Wait a little longer and see how King's Landing City responds."

Renly reined in the reins and glanced back at the earls, "My lords, the victory is waiting for us to win, but we still need to be careful of the potholes under our feet, and be careful not to trip and get unnecessary injuries."

"Before the new news from the north arrives, let's take a good rest and enjoy the banquet in Lord Bukele's Bronze Gate City."

Renly chuckled and said, "The only way to have fun later is in the Red Keep."

The earls all smiled and followed Renly into the city.

The whole process is faithfully projected by the main screen in the surveillance hall.Until the gate of Tongmen City was closed, there was no one left.

"Everyone sit where they are, don't make noise, don't run around, and wait for the beacon to be sent!"

The steward distributing the beacon shouted instructions.

Repai and the others, who had undergone rigorous training, had long been accustomed to similar orders, tacitly kept quiet, sat upright, and looked straight ahead without squinting.

But no one can maintain peace of mind.

Hot Pie is no exception.

Like the other 99 newcomers, he is also looking forward to his beacon and the important tasks to be carried out next.

Renly and five thousand horsemen reached the Bronzegate.

Thinking back to the torrent of cavalry, the coats of arms of nobles that he had only seen in the light curtain, the unfamiliar earls and knights, and the usurped Renly puppet king, Hot Pie still couldn't help being excited.

He knew what that meant.

The rebel army in the Stormlands has been completely assembled and will be dispatched at any time, setting off a frenzy of blood and fire.

He in the Security Bureau will witness history and change history.

"Hot Pie, yours."

The steward put a shiny square steel piece in front of him, it was a beacon.

Everyone in the Security Bureau knows that the "eyes" can see the whole world, and the beacon determines where the "eyes" will look.

Hot Pie picked up the beacon and observed it carefully. There was no writing, it was a living beacon.

The name is engraved on the fixed beacon, and when it is placed on the "eye", only fixed places or people can be seen, but it does not take time to determine the target.

Living beacons can see a lot of places and people, but are more troublesome to find.

For the first time, Hot Pie was allowed to use live beacons.

Taking a deep breath, he put the beacon into the raised round surface on the side of the screen, entered the password, and the screen began to flash various images.

Wilderness, dense crowds, villages and castles.

Hot Pie searches the gates of the Bronzegate.

Hey~
The familiar prompt sounded.Hot Pie's attention instantly turned back to the divine grace light curtain.

The glorious quest at the top of the light curtain has been renamed: "The Radiance of the Holy Land: Act [-] - Divine Favor".

Hot Pie looked out the window.

The sun has set.

(End of this chapter)