Spellcasting Gods

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Just as Casterly Rock was engulfed in unprecedented panic and chaos, Warrent had already secretly left his "haven of pleasure" through a secret passage, and was still gathering information in the various inns and bars of King's Landing.

Whether it's ancient myths and legends, lost civilizations, or rumors of supernatural forces from all over the world, he would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

It took me about two or three days to compile a notebook that wasn't too thick. Several things marked in red were what he considered to be a threat to him.

Kuro Kerbal is ranked first!

As for the rest, there are Valyria, which has already perished; the Shadowlands, where supernatural forces are most active; the White Walkers beyond the Wall in the north; the Children of the Forest, who have disappeared from people's sight; the Lord of Light, and so on.

It has to be said that Warrent has survived to this day with relatively weak abilities mainly because he is always cautious and prudent.

He wasn't a fool; he knew not to be misled by appearances and to directly explore the most essential aspects of the world.

Overall, however, he was quite satisfied with this place called Westeros. Even if a terrible disaster were to occur, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

So far, no signs of world destruction have been found in any future fragments.

However, Warrent was unaware that the future world he saw did not include the rapidly growing undead army in the North...

Chapter 0982 Massacre of the City

“The North! The White Walkers? Perhaps I should go and confirm it myself…” Warren muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as he stared at the notes in his hand.

Like Zhang Cheng, he was also a person who lacked a sense of security.

The only difference between the two is that when Zhang Cheng feels threatened, he falls into a mental state that is a mixture of reason and madness, while Warrent only thinks about escaping danger and finding a safe place to hide.

After all, his ability is to predict future events from chaotic fragments, and avoiding misfortune and seeking good fortune is the nature of most humans, so escaping becomes an inevitable choice.

It's important to understand that while many inspirational quotes repeatedly emphasize that we must face difficulties head-on, otherwise, if we run away, we are destined to live a mediocre life.

But in reality, throughout human history, very few people have dared to face difficulties and dangers head-on; most people subconsciously choose to escape.

Zhang Cheng, on the other hand, despised fatalism, never believed that the future was fixed, and was even unwilling to learn any prophetic magic, firmly believing that his power could change the future.

The differences in their personalities and ways of thinking led to their drastically different ways of doing things.

Just as Warrent hired a carriage and left King's Landing, heading north along the Kingsroad to visit the Wall and inquire about the White Walkers, Casterly Rock was about to face its destruction.

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Early in the morning, hundreds of catapults launched containers filled with wildfire into the city in parabolic arcs.

In the blink of an eye, large swaths of green flames shot into the sky and spread rapidly through the wooden houses. In just over ten minutes, half the city was engulfed in flames, and screams and desperate cries filled the air.

It goes without saying that these dangerous items were all found within King's Landing.

These were originally terrifying weapons that the Targaryen family commissioned alchemists to secretly research after losing their dragons, intended to deter those powerful nobles with ill intentions. Today, they have finally come in handy.

"attack!"

"attack!"

"Archers! Launch!"

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Accompanied by the desperate shouts of the noble officers, about six thousand infantrymen began to advance towards the eastern city wall, which had been melted by the dragon flames.

Before them stood fewer than 3,500 soldiers, armed with shields and spears, who were stationed in place, ready to put up a final stand with their bare hands.

Absolutely no surprises!

After enduring a brief barrage of arrows, the soldiers on both sides immediately engaged in fierce close combat.

As we all know, hand-to-hand combat is a very physically demanding anaerobic exercise, and even after a long period of training, it is difficult to sustain for very long.

Generally speaking, well-organized armies usually adopt a rotation system, which means that the veterans in the first rank fight for a period of time and then step down to be replaced by soldiers from the back, so as to get a short rest and recovery time.

Due to differences in race and training level, this time varies from three to five minutes.

This means that the maximum time a person can fight a fierce battle with an enemy while armed is five minutes; after five minutes, they will immediately fall into a state of fatigue.

The idea of ​​a one-on-one duel lasting a hundred or eighty rounds is a lie.

True masters can decide life and death in an instant, without displaying any fancy moves, techniques, or actions.

Unfortunately, the armies of Westeros were still in a backward state filled with ignorance and chaos. Most of the soldiers were either private armies of nobles or temporary mercenaries. Once they entered a state of chaos, tactical orders became completely ineffective, and it all depended on individual performance.

With their numerical advantage, Daenerys's army quickly disrupted the enemy's formation, cutting them off and encircling them, before annihilating them piece by piece.

When the death toll on both sides reached around a thousand, the soldiers loyal to the Lannisters finally broke down, dropped their weapons, and ran away, even as green wildfires raged behind them.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the remaining soldiers rushed in like a swarm of bees, viciously killing every enemy who slackened, and indiscriminately kicking down houses, some looting property, others raping women.

Gazing at the hellish scene before him, Oberyn took a deep breath and sighed, "They're finished! After today, Casterly Rock and the Lannisters will be history. But I have a question: what do you plan to do with the Westerlands? You know, without a powerful family to hold it in, this land will be filled with chaos, slaughter, and death."

"Don't worry, I plan to promote at least fifty knights, four barons, and two viscounts from among those soldiers who have rendered meritorious service. These guys, promoted from the bottom of society, are naturally loyal allies of the monarchy. They will keep a close eye on the western border for Her Majesty the Queen, and anyone who dares to cause trouble will face ruthless destruction and death," Zhang Cheng replied nonchalantly.

Although he understood that promoting commoners to nobles meant greed and corruption.

However, history has repeatedly shown that the only way to overthrow the aristocracy, which holds a monopoly, is to promote commoners and suppress and tear apart this huge interest group from within.

“Wow! That’s quite a move! I have to admit, although many people have said I’m crazy, I’m clearly not as crazy as you. Promoting fifty knights, four barons, and two viscounts from commoners all at once, I guarantee this will provoke countless protests and opposition.” Oberyn raised his eyebrows, his tone full of schadenfreude and mockery.

What is nobility?

Possessing a noble lineage!

To put it bluntly, it's all about family connections and lineage.

Your father, your grandfather, your grandfather's father, and your grandfather's grandfather—at least five generations back—must have held noble titles, otherwise they will be ostracized by all the nobles.

The most typical example is Davos Seaworth, the "Onion Knight".

Although he enjoyed Stannis's deep trust, the old nobles never truly recognized him, and even mocked his humble origins time and again.

“Protest? Oppose?” Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful sneer. “Do you think I care about these things? No! My dear Oberon, I will prove with my actions that the so-called resistance of nobles is as powerless as a teenage girl facing a strong thug.”

After saying that, Zhang Cheng turned his gaze to Daenerys, who was not far away and had a furrowed brow.

The queen was clearly not used to the brutal scene of the massacre. Several times she opened her mouth to order an end to the slaughter of civilians and the looting of property, but unfortunately, the current chaotic situation caused her to lose control of the army, and she could not even find the noble officer in charge.

Chapter 0983 The Far North

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhang Cheng quietly approached Daenerys from behind and asked in a low voice.

Anyone who isn't blind can see that the young Queen doesn't like war, especially war filled with cruelty, violence, robbery, and killing.

“Do we really have to do this? I mean, completely destroy Casterly Rock. After all, the civilians are innocent, and they shouldn’t have to pay the price for the mistakes made by the Lannisters.” Daenerys frowned subconsciously, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust.

“Naive!” Zhang Cheng scoffed, explaining, “Remember, my dear! No one in this world is innocent! Think about it carefully. Without the support of the residents of Casterly Rock, would the remnants of House Lannister dare to refuse to swear allegiance to King's Landing, relying on this city? Don't forget, they've ruled this land for far too long, and many commoners subconsciously believe that the Lannisters are their true allegiance. So, to declare to the world that House Lannister is history, you must destroy their very foundation—Casterly Rock—and the people living within it. This has nothing to do with good or evil; it's purely for political reasons. In short, you can't let those lurking in the shadows harbor any illusions. You must use blood, slaughter, and death to declare who the supreme ruler of this country truly is.”

“But don’t you think it’s too cruel?” Daenerys sighed softly.

“Cruel?” Zhang Cheng shook his head without hesitation. “No! I don’t think it’s cruel at all. On the contrary, it is precisely because of your indecisiveness that this disaster has occurred today. If you had made up your mind earlier and used force to destroy the Lannister family, Casterly Rock could have been preserved intact. So put aside your ridiculous pity. As a monarch, only by abandoning hypocritical benevolence and maintaining absolute ruthlessness and rationality can you rule a country well.”

"You mean...it's all my fault?" Daenerys clenched her fists instinctively, her expression agitated.

“Isn’t that so? Tell me, what is the king’s responsibility? Have you fulfilled your duties? No, you haven’t. You’ve been like an ignorant little girl, letting those nobles play with you at their mercy. If it weren’t for me, you might have already become the object of those male nobles’ play and their breeding tool. Don’t always think that the Targaryen family is something to be proud of. You and your ancestors are nothing more than insignificant survivors of the ancient Valyrian civilization.”

Zhang Cheng showed absolutely no mercy to the other party, directly tearing open history and pointing straight to the most vulnerable, fearful, and helpless part of Daenerys's heart.

Bloodline and surname!

It's never something to be proud of!

Especially in a world where bloodline doesn't provide great power, one must always remember that they are just an insignificant mortal in order to survive better.

"In your eyes, I'm just a stupid and arrogant idiot, right?"

Daenerys was clearly enraged by those words, her pupils blazing with fury, but for some reason she held back, turned and went back to her own tent, her face so dark it was almost dripping with water.

Watching her receding figure, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and sigh, "What's that saying again? Oh, right, politics keeps women out. Their overly emotional way of thinking will never make them qualified as ambitious schemers or conspirators."

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Meanwhile, far beyond the Wall in the desolate wilderness, the Death Knight Humar is leading his ever-growing undead army, constantly attacking barbarian tribes along the way.

Those with sufficiently powerful soul energy were all transformed into banshees, death knights, and necromancers, while those with sufficiently powerful bodies were transformed into skeleton soldiers, zombies, and stitched abominations. Among them were also many craftsmen who were transformed into the undead, working day and night to forge various tools and weapons of war needed by the army.

Humar could sense that the creatures known as the White Walkers had noticed his arrival and were plotting a war to determine control of the far north.

"My lord, the meat grinder unit has been assembled. We need more corpses now, fresh corpses," a withered necromancer cautiously reminded him.

As one of the few spirits who retained memories of his previous life, he had witnessed firsthand the terrifying scene of Huma unleashing his power without restraint, a scene that no human could possibly withstand, hence his tone was filled with fear.

Don't assume the dead aren't afraid!

In fact, any living being capable of independent thought will instinctively experience a strong sense of fear.

The saying that the undead are not afraid refers to those low-level undead who are like cannon fodder and lack the ability to think. High-level undead such as liches, death knights, banshees, and necromancers still maintain a considerable degree of awe for death itself.

"Oh? How many meat grinders do we have?" Huma asked, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.

“Three hundred vehicles! However, due to the shortage of corpses, we cannot maximize the power of the magical plague,” the necromancer quickly replied.

"Excellent! Don't worry about the corpses, we'll soon have countless corpses."

At this point, Huma's stiff lips curled up slightly, revealing a chilling smile, and he subconsciously drew the greatsword from his back.

Through the eyes of the death dragon that was constantly circling in the sky, he could already see several strange-looking humanoid creatures driving thousands of undead across the canyon not far ahead. In no more than half a day, the two sides would encounter each other and engage in a fierce battle.

The necromancer seemed startled by the sinister smile and quickly lowered his head humbly, saying, "As you wish, great undead lord. Any obstacle in your path is destined to be mercilessly crushed."

"Hmph! Tell you and your brothers to prepare to set up a death array. I'll show those idiots that their ridiculous necromancy is worthless in my eyes."

"understand!"

With Humar's command, the massive war machine quickly sprang into action. Thanks to its body, which neither needed rest nor felt fatigue, the undead army arrived at the designated battlefield ahead of schedule in just three hours and began to build up its battle lines in earnest.

As for the arrogant White Walkers, they were completely unaware of how terrifying their enemy was, and still firmly believed that they could destroy all living beings with their overwhelming numbers...

Chapter 0984 The Undead and the Others

Absolutely no surprises!

When the undead army had built its first line of defense, the White Walkers appeared on the snow-covered horizon.

Of course, given their relatively small numbers, those at the forefront were the undead, whose bodies exuded a faint aura of death.