Renly's Main Camp was only a little over a丈 tall.
Compared to the enormous shadow cast by the towering Storm's End, it was as insignificant as a grain of sand in the sea.
But at this moment, Renly's heart was no longer gloomy.
Standing on the Small Hill where the Main Camp was located, he gazed into the distance. The flat and open Open Field allowed his gaze to extend to the distant Horizon.
Boundless Campfire.
No matter where he looked, only Fire was visible. The flames were like Falling Stars, covering the four fields, combining into an endless Sea of Stars.
What a beautiful night view.
Renly was even more intoxicated and delighted by the vast power revealed by the scenery.
These were countless Campfire.
Every Campfire was a Warrior ready to go, a cold and sharp Weapons, a swift and heavy Arrows.
Ours is the Fury.
The fury of the Baratheon would be conveyed by these Campfire to Joffrey, who had usurped the Throne, and the greedy Lannister Lion!
The true Stag would take back everything it deserved!
"When the first ray of Morning Light is born, the Whole Army will form up and Siege!" Renly waved his sleeve and issued a generous decree.
End the war before Sunset!
Lord Mace Tyrell responded cheerfully, "A just cause is bound to be blessed by The Gods, and there are so many Swords and Loyal and Brave Men assisting. Your Majesty will surely achieve your wish."
Renly looked at Storm's End hidden in the darkness.
"Especially Ser Cortnay Penrose," Lord Mace Tyrell exclaimed with approval, "With the help of such a loyal warrior, it is clear that Justice Will Prevail."
Lord Mace knew the plan. As long as the Inside Man opened Storm's End, were they still afraid of not winning?
Lord Randyll Tarly looked at his Liege Lord, who was still smug. Although he had many thoughts, he ultimately held back and didn't say a word.
Although it wasn't easy to say it clearly, Lord Randyll did know more than his Liege Lord.
For example, the real battle plan for tomorrow was not just relying on Ser Cortnay Penrose alone. No matter how careless the enemy in the Castle was, could they still give Ser Cortnay the opportunity to open the City Gate?
The most likely situation was that Ser Cortnay was currently staying in the Dungeon of Storm's End. If it was worse...
The Night Wind blew over the Hill.
Renly sighed slightly, "Ser Cortnay's loyalty is beyond doubt. I will remember him, and Storm's End will remember him."
Lord Mace Tyrell nodded with a smile, "Yes, after this battle, Ser Cortnay will have made a Great Merit. He should indeed be rewarded, greatly rewarded."
Lord Randyll Tarly shook his head almost imperceptibly. He knew that Lord Mace had not understood the deeper meaning of the words again.
This was not to blame others. One couldn't really lay out the words and make them clear.
Renly also completely gave up the idea of communicating the real plan with Lord Mace. Judging from the thoughts of Lord Inflatable Fish, it was better not to know. Speaking of which, why did Lord Mace insist on following along?
"Your Majesty," Lord Mace couldn't help but speak again, "When we Siege tomorrow, please grant the honor of commanding the Vanguard to your most loyal servant."
Lord Randyll Tarly understood that Lord Mace was referring to himself.
Of course, Renly was not crazy to that extent, "Lord Mace, you and I will just watch the battle from the Main Camp with peace of mind. If you are accidentally injured, how can I explain it to Lady Olenna, and how can I face my dear Margaery?"
Without waiting for Lord Mace to respond, Renly immediately looked at Lord Randyll Tarly, "Lord Tarly, you are responsible for commanding the Vanguard and acting according to the plan."
Lord Randyll Tarly respectfully agreed.
Lord Mace was still unwilling, "Lord Randyll is a good helper. However, after taking Storm's End, please allow me to take back King's Landing for you, as a reward for your servant."
Lord Mace Tyrell's greatest wish was to achieve a truly commendable victory.
Lord Randyll Tarly sighed inwardly. Lord Mace was too impatient. He shouldn't pressure the King like this, even if it was unintentional, even if the power of the Reach was indispensable to King Renly.
Renly was silent for a moment and finally agreed, "Nothing could be more suitable. I believe you will take back a complete King's Landing."
He heard that King's Landing had changed.
Lord Mace finally bowed and thanked him, then withdrew with satisfaction.
Lord Randyll Tarly stood silently to the side.
Renly's expression relaxed a little, "Lord Randyll, I'll be counting on you tomorrow. After this battle, you will be the first to be credited."
Lord Randyll Tarly nodded steadily.
The plan had a good chance of success. Their fifty thousand men against the enemy's five thousand. As long as they could bypass the barrier of Storm's End and quickly launch a Decisive Battle, even mysterious Sorcery probably couldn't turn the tide.
Could they bypass it?
The hope that Ser Cortnay brought was precisely this.
Was there really such a Loophole?
Lord Randyll Tarly didn't want to doubt, but he didn't know much about Ser Cortnay and didn't dare to stake Life, Death, Honor, and Disgrace entirely on him.
But no matter what, King Renly was the final Decision Maker. And the King was absolutely convinced.
"Go rest, Lord Randyll."
Renly said lightly, "Gather at the Main Camp tomorrow morning for one last feast, and then, it will be the moment that decides the fate of the Seven Kingdoms."
Randyll Tarly silently withdrew.
He indeed needed a good night's rest. In these past few days, he had heard countless arguments, seen countless changing faces, and thought far too much.
But The Gods never let people have their way.
"Lord Randyll," Lord Hugh Grandison of Allview caught up with him on the way, "Have you heard? The Royal Fleet actually sailed to The Arbor, and Redwyne has joined them!"
Randyll Tarly immediately stopped. "When did this happen?"
Lord Grandison lowered his voice, "Just now, Felwood sent a Messenger. Lord Meadows was the first to know the contents, and then..."
"When did this happen?" Randyll Tarly repeated the question.
Lord Grandison was momentarily stunned, finally understanding Randyll Tarly's meaning. "August 29th, the Royal Fleet arrived at The Arbor ten days ago."
Randyll Tarly nodded slightly. Calculating the time, it had no impact on tomorrow's battle.
Lord Grandison, however, was not as calm as he was. "This way, we have no hope at Sea. What if the war doesn't end quickly..."
Randyll Tarly glanced at him. "What, do you think being Governor isn't bad either?"
Before this, due to King Joffrey's harsh policies, the Lords had firmly supported His Majesty Renly and had never considered reconciliation. At least, on the surface.
Lord Grandison's face flushed. "Hmph, I'm just worried!"
"No good deed goes unpunished..." Lord Grandison, finding himself unwelcome, mumbled and left, unsure whether he was preparing to return to his Tents or continue discussions with others.
Randyll Tarly stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a long while, and finally sighed.
The hope of victory seemed to dim quite a bit again.
"Sam." Randyll Tarly sighed softly towards the empty land.
Perhaps they would meet again soon.
"Take Storm's End today! Without Joffrey, what does it matter if the Fleet is ten times larger? We are the Justice that the people's hearts lie with!" Renly encouraged morale at the feast.
The sky was already slightly blue.
King Renly's Golden Main Camp was surrounded by Fire in the center, both cold and fervent, quiet and noisy.
"Victory is ours!" Renly raised his Golden Cup.
"Long Live the King!!" Everyone responded loudly, trying their best to show confidence and determination.
"Your Majesty~" Melisandre lay flat on the soft Large Bed, completely naked, her face unusually pale. She reached out to the King, her eyes full of longing.
Joffrey glanced outside the Castle, then held the Priestess's hand.
Bloody Feast was coming.
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