Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 85: Braavos Without a Leader

The next day at dawn.

The newly logged-in players, after each receiving a shield, excitedly rowed their small boats, each wielding a longsword in one hand and a wooden shield in the other, roaring as they charged once again towards the outlying island of Braavos.

Meanwhile, Viserys had already ordered the Pentos Legion and the Windbringer Legion to use small boats requisitioned from surrounding villages to flank the enemy from the rear.

In order to gather a large enough army to march along the winding river, players even built a large number of rafts for use, which was barely enough for two legions.

In front of the two legions, two top players, Storm and Wind, each led several hundred players as vanguards, rowing small boats through the long night toward the island known as Island Number One, which was blocking the way for the main army.

The newly launched players, with their fearless charge, severely intimidated the hundreds of mercenaries guarding the island.

The already exhausted defenders, harassed by relentless attacks all night, inflicted heavy casualties on the unarmored new players, but were utterly unable to stop the enemy's advance onto the island.

The moment the first group of players set foot on land, the defending troops, who were no longer able to drive the enemy away, received the call of the Strangers.

"Charge!"

"It's a race to get the gear, with too many players and not enough pieces!"

The players, their eyes gleaming with greed, quickly routed the hundred or so mercenaries attempting to retake the landing, slaughtering them as easily as killing chickens and dogs.

Meanwhile, a flanking force of thousands of players and nearly four thousand legion soldiers swarmed onto the island from the rear, and the defending troops, caught in a pincer attack, quickly surrendered.

When Viserys set foot on the island under heavy guard, his army had already fought its way to the second island and was now battling several hundred unsuspecting mercenaries for control of the island.

The two or three hundred surrendered mercenaries were huddled together, heads in their hands. Players, in twos and threes, held spears and would occasionally grab one of them, rummage through their body, trying to give them some more loot.

"Tell them that those who fight for the true dragon will live. All of them will be organized into one battalion, and its name will be the Redemption Battalion. Next time we attack the island, let them be the first wave to charge."

Looking at the group of prisoners of war, Viserys gave the order with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ser Jorah behind him remembered it well.

Chaos reigned in Braavos, a far cry from yesterday's relaxed atmosphere. The king of the kingdom, Freygo, had been captured alive by the Targaryens in his own territory and palace.

This made all the people of Braavos feel ashamed, and they couldn't help but ask themselves, if even Aquaman could be captured, what about them? Would they also be given a knife while they slept at night?

For a time, everyone, from commoners and merchants to nobles and wealthy businessmen, was filled with fear. The Iron Treasury kept urging King Lu of the Deer Family across the strait to send troops to Pentos, constantly increasing the stakes and ordering the mercenary groups in the city to attack, while also calling on mercenaries from other city-states to come and help.

But all of this will be of no use in the short term, as it will take time for the usurper to assemble his army and fleet.

Meanwhile, the mercenaries in the city, seeing that the Iron Treasury's rewards were getting higher and higher, began to think about raising their prices. They were all shouting that if they couldn't be fed, they would surrender the city to King Viserys of the Dragon Clan.

Inside the Sea King's Palace, a five-party council, temporarily formed by free citizens, local residents, fleet commanders, caravan representatives, and moon chanters, faced a mercenary group demanding exorbitant prices. While trying to appease them, the council had no choice but to announce the temporary formation of an army composed entirely of Braavos people to fight against the enemy.

The city garrison of Braavos was entrusted with a crucial task: they would form the backbone of this temporary legion.

Except for the Tsukuyomi representative, all the representatives present looked distressed.

He was always focused on making money, but he never thought of building a standing army. All the money he could find under his fingernails was invested in the fleet.

As for the land forces, Braavos is protected by natural defenses, and on ordinary days it only has a city garrison of about a thousand men to maintain order, and eight hundred guards in the Sea King's Palace.

In the past, their foreign wars were basically waged by them using their wealth to hire large numbers of mercenaries to achieve their political goals.

But right now, the mercenaries are ready to surrender the city at any time. Apart from the Raven Gang, who keeps yelling that they want to be the first to charge, they are all planning to sit back and watch the two lions fight it out.

"Alas, I propose that in times of danger, the fleet's sailors be sent to the city to participate in its defense!"

The caravan representative spoke up.

"No, our sailors are warriors who have roamed the seas. How can we send them ashore to die in vain? Only the most foolish fleet commander would order his sailors to come ashore and fight against the corps soldiers!"

Upon hearing this, the fleet commander immediately objected, as the fleet was the foundation upon which he maintained his power.

Even if the day of his demise comes, whether he sells his fleet to the Targaryens for a good price, establishes himself as king at sea, or surrenders to the usurpers, he can still continue to live a life of luxury.

Now they actually want him to lead his fleet and sailors ashore to fight the enemy on land?

Hmph, the fleet is mine, Braavos is yours, why should I risk everything for your Braavos?

Across the strait lies King's Landing.

King Robert enthusiastically issued the order to prepare for war. He began to conscript his vassals and ordered his brother Stannis to prepare a fleet, ready to cross the sea and launch a campaign at his command.

After issuing these orders, King Robert, as if he had already taken his revenge, once again threw himself into the arms of the women, and continued drinking and dancing.

He entrusted all the miscellaneous matters to his Prime Minister, Ed.

Little did he know that his good prime minister, Ed, was also in trouble at this moment.

Jaime Lannister, the Kingsguard of two kings and a member of the royal guard, is entertaining Lord Eddard Stark, who has come all the way from the North, with a group of red-robed guards.

"Your wife has captured my good brother. I think you should know him. People call him the Imp, the Imp, Tyrion Lannister."

The king killer rode on a white horse, looking down arrogantly at the gloomy-faced Prime Minister Ed.

He acted as if he were a duke and the other was merely a servant from the North.

"Standing before you is the Hand of the King, Warden of the North, Duke of Winterfell. Please show some respect, Lord Jaime."

Eld's captain of guard, Jori Caesar, placed his hand on the hilt of his longsword at his waist, stepped forward, and stood in front of Lord Eld, glaring righteously at the white-robed knight on horseback as he rebuked him.

At the same time, the dozen or so Winterfell guards accompanying them drew their longswords and stood in a standoff.

Since the Targaryens across the Channel have become increasingly rampant, the Prime Minister has never lacked bodyguards wherever he goes.

"Ah, look there, so many wolves." James' tone was flippant, but his eyes grew colder.