Spellcasting Gods

The girl clearly struggled for a few seconds before finally revealing the name of the mastermind.

Chapter 0132 I gave you a chance

“Count Petyr Baelish?!” Blanco’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

He had made many guesses before, but he had never considered "Littlefinger" and could hardly believe that one of two people with almost no conflict of interest would want to kill the other, and then choose to frame him after failing.

Compared to the old mercenary's reaction, Zhang Cheng was undoubtedly much calmer, merely curling the corners of his mouth and muttering to himself, "So this is how you treat your friends? A probing assassination attempt, then framing Cersei Lannister, artificially creating a rift between me and the Lannister family? Well done! I almost fell for your trick..."

"Sir, are you sure what she's saying now is the truth?" Blanco approached and stared intently into the girl's unfocused pupils.

“Of course! Unless one possesses an iron will and is completely unmoved by external things, no one can resist the power of charm magic.” With that, Zhang Cheng put away his pocket watch and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Snapped!

After a crisp sound, Yana shuddered, her pupils focusing rapidly. She regained consciousness in about half a minute, asking with a bewildered expression, "What...what just happened?"

Zhang Cheng smiled cruelly and replied, "Ah, that's right. You just said that the mastermind wasn't Cersei Lannister, but Petyr Baelish. Sorry, girl, since you didn't seize your last chance, I've decided to give you a little punishment."

"Wh...what?! This is impossible! I...how could I..."

Upon learning that her plot to frame someone had been exposed, Yana became terrified and tried several times to snatch the bottle of potion that was shimmering with a strange light, but in the end she did not dare to take any action.

Seeing the girl's despairing face, Zhang Cheng suddenly turned to the old mercenary and asked, "Blanco, if I remember correctly, you mentioned last time that those mercenaries hiding in the caves were very bored and lonely and needed some relaxation, right?"

“Yes, Sir, they’re as hungry as a pack of beasts right now.” Blanco clearly realized something, a wicked and lewd expression appearing on his face.

"Alright, to give these lustful beasts an outlet, take this girl with you. Remember to tell them to be gentle when using her; if they accidentally break or kill her, they'll have no choice but to relieve themselves with their hands..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

With lightning speed, Zhang Cheng grabbed the girl's slender neck and poured the medicine down her throat.

In the blink of an eye, her pale face regained some color, and her coughing and spitting blood stopped.

Without a doubt, once the magic potion repaired the damaged internal organs, even the burns on the abdomen began to fade and scab over.

However, Maya felt no joy whatsoever. She struggled desperately and pleaded, "No! No! No! My lord! Please don't do this! Please give me another chance!"

"I'm sorry, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now, you need to repay my life-saving grace in another way. Don't worry, they're just a few hundred thirsty mercenaries. If you hold on a little longer, maybe you can survive." After saying that, Zhang Cheng ruthlessly broke the girl's wrist.

Click! Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, Maya immediately let out a painful scream.

Before she could even utter a few cries, Blanco, who was waiting nearby, rushed over, gagged her with a cloth, and then pulled out a rope from somewhere, quickly tying the helpless girl up.

Once everything had settled, the old mercenary began to roam freely between the girl's smooth thighs and full breasts, greedily probing, "Sir, if you don't mind, may I have a taste of her before handing her over to those thirsty mercenaries?"

"Whatever, you can decide for yourself on such a small matter." Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly.

He knew very well that for people who had been mercenaries for many years, there were usually only two purposes in life: one was to drink fine wine and enjoy delicious food, and the other was to sleep with all kinds of women.

"Hehe! You are truly the most generous and considerate master I have ever met. To serve you is the greatest fortune of my life." Blanco placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

"Alright, she's just an ordinary girl who's slightly prettier than you. I guarantee that as long as you follow me loyally, you'll even have the chance to taste the high and mighty noble ladies and wives in the future. Now, do something for me." Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a chilling light.

"Please give your orders!" The old mercenary realized that his master seemed a little angry, so he immediately bowed respectfully to show his humility.

"Hire the best assassin! Kill Lysa Tully! Remember, it must be done before Stannis arrives in King's Landing. Here, this is a bottle of dragonfire; it will help the assassin complete the mission more effectively." Zhang Cheng issued the order expressionlessly.

Clearly, what he wanted to do was take revenge, or more precisely, break the most crucial link in Littlefinger's near-perfect plan.

Without Lysa Tully, Petyr Baelish would not have been able to gain control of the Valley through marriage, nor would he have been able to realize his grand plan to unify the North and ultimately ascend the throne as King of the Seven Kingdoms.

Zhang Cheng was eager to see how this mastermind would react when news of Lysa Tully's murder broke.

Is he furious?

Or should we activate another backup plan?

Blanco carefully took the bright red bottle and tucked it into his pocket, replying with a serious expression, "Please rest assured, I will handle this matter well. However, I don't quite understand, what does killing Lysa Tully have to do with taking revenge on Count Petyr Baelish?"

"Hmph! Believe me, as soon as you kill Lysa Tully, Petyr Baelish will be eager to appear, and then you'll understand how important this woman is to him." With that, Zhang Cheng ignored everyone else, stood up, and walked straight to his room.

As the amount of well water dwindled, he desperately needed to find a substitute; otherwise, once the last bottle was used up, he would be left with no choice but to wield the Demon Sword—Soulbinder—relying entirely on the Dark Guardian class template to fight head-on.

Perhaps if the magic were to completely disappear, the danger of doing so would not be too great.

But now is the time of magical revival, and all sorts of incredible spells and dragons will appear throughout the entire A Song of Ice and Fire season.

Moreover, there are the terrifying White Walkers north of the Wall. Without a specific departure date, he must prepare for the worst...

Chapter 0133 The Battle of Blackwater River (Part 1)

In the last month of Aegon's year 298, Stannis Baratheon finally completed the consolidation of the lords of Stormlands and led an advance force of over 20,000 men to the outskirts of King's Landing, most of whom were the most elite knights and free riders.

At the same time, he ordered his trusted confidant, Sir Imre Florent, to lead a massive fleet to encircle the capital of the Seven Kingdoms by sea.

From then on, King's Landing was completely cut off from the outside world, and the army and residents in the city relied entirely on their meager reserves for food.

The price of food, in particular, has long exceeded what most people can afford. A piece of black bread that would normally cost only half a copper coin now costs several silver deer.

Zhang Cheng, who had stockpiled a large amount of grain in advance, naturally wouldn't let go of such a chance to make a fortune. He immediately ordered Blanco to secretly sell off some of his reserves. In just two or three days, he rapidly increased his wealth from tens of thousands of gold dragons to over four hundred thousand gold dragons.

Of course, these 400,000 gold dragons were not all precious metal currencies such as gold and silver; there were also many collateral items such as gems, handmade carpets, spices, horses, armor, and weapons.

As for the price, it's naturally driven down to the lowest possible level, some of which are practically robbery.

After all, when people are hungry, they often lose their rationality and their minds are filled with thoughts of how to fill their stomachs. Zhang Cheng took advantage of this and plundered the wealth of the people to expand his power and prepare for his next plan.

However, this happy period did not last long. Stannis, who had come from afar, rested briefly and then immediately launched an attack on King's Landing, which was poorly defended.

Amidst the deafening shouts of battle, the most crucial battle in determining the ownership of the Iron Throne—the Battle of Blackwater—finally began...

“Do you see that? My dear friend, this is Stannis’s proud fleet. We must destroy it before it causes enough damage, otherwise, with our current forces, we won’t last three days under the combined attack of the sea and land.” Tyrion stood on the city wall, his face grave as he watched the warships approaching on the distant waters.

Zhang Cheng swept his sharp gaze over the tense city guards around him, then smiled and nodded: "I completely agree with your point of view. Tell me, what are your plans, and what do you need me to do?"

“It’s simple! I plan to use Wildfire to cripple Stannis’s fleet in one fell swoop, forcing him into a protracted siege. Your task is to encircle the fleeing ships from behind as much as possible, making sure to sink them before they escape into the sea,” Tyrion explained bluntly.

Although this was not his first time participating in a brutal war, it was the first time he had commanded a war from the perspective of a decision-maker, and one can imagine the tension he felt.

"Don't worry, I guarantee tonight will be the end of this fleet. No matter how much they struggle or how much they wail, they will not be able to escape their fate of death," Zhang Cheng assured them meaningfully.

"Really?" Tyrell raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly a little incredulous.

"Heh, someone once said that no verbal threat is as powerful as a clean and swift action. There are still three hours until nightfall. You'll understand what I mean in three hours." With that, Zhang Cheng bowed slightly and led his men away from the city wall.

Before he had even walked more than ten meters, Blanco impatiently pressed on, asking, "Sir, is it time to make a move?"

“Yes! Go and tell those mercenaries to prepare for battle! If they’re lucky, their names will be etched in history after tonight, and they’ll also gain a fortune.” Zhang Cheng answered without hesitation.

"Understood! I'll go inform them right away!" The old mercenary bowed, turned, and disappeared into the alley around the corner.

……

As the last rays of the sun disappeared below the horizon, King's Landing was finally plunged into darkness, which also served as the signal for the start of war between the two sides.

Before the city's residents could even react to what was happening, deafening war drums and battle cries immediately echoed across the city.

Following closely behind, arrows and stones flew in graceful arcs, landing near the city walls or houses close to them.

In an instant, screams, wails, and the terrified cries of women and children mingled together, depicting the harm that war inflicts on civilians.

Unfortunately, nobody here cares whether they live or die.

Standing at a secluded cave entrance by the sea, Zhang Cheng admired the scene of flames soaring into the sky hundreds of meters away, while gently stroking the restless young dragon beside him and softly comforting it, "Calm down, it's not your turn to take the stage yet."

"Ow!"

The young dragon let out a low howl, its two violet eyes filled with undisguised excitement.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to say something, Blanco suddenly burst in from outside, panting, and reported, "Sir! Our men have all boarded the ship and are ready to attack at any time. We are now awaiting your orders."

"Be patient. We'll have to wait for Tyrion to finish his performance before it's our turn to go on stage. Look, the beautiful fireworks display is about to begin." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng quickly turned his gaze to the distant water.

The massive fleet, in order to coordinate with Stannis's ground attack, slowly approached the city's docks, completely unaware that a huge trap was already opening its jaws, waiting for their arrival.

In order to lure more enemy ships into the ambush area, Tyrion even went so far as to send out the entire Royal Navy fleet to engage in a fierce battle with a large number of enemy ships near the mouth of the Blackwater River.

When the two sides were almost in the midst of a chaotic battle, he immediately ordered his men to pull up the huge iron chain net that had been prepared beforehand, to firmly trap all the ships, and then gave the order to throw wildfires.

next second...

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Jars burning with deadly green flames were hurled one after another onto the water by catapults, and in just a few seconds, the entire river surface was transformed into a living hell.

More than half of the ships were destroyed instantly by the wildfire explosion, while others desperately turned back towards the sea, fearing they might inadvertently follow in the footsteps of those unfortunate souls.

"Oh my God! This is absolutely terrifying!" Blanco shuddered uncontrollably, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

"How was it? Wasn't it spectacular? Let's go, it's our turn to perform. Remember, don't chase after those ships that escaped into the sea. I need to train this little guy's combat abilities." With that, Zhang Cheng patted the young dragon's forehead and raised his arm in a take-off gesture.

Upon seeing this, the young dragon immediately spread its wings and soared into the air with a whoosh.

Under the cover of darkness, it silently approached one of Stannis's warships, then swooped down and unleashed deadly dragonfire upon the terrified sailors...

Chapter 0134 The Battle of Blackwater River (Part 2)

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Before the sailors could even react to what was happening, they immediately felt a scorching flame engulf them, followed by indescribable pain.

With his screams, the wooden sailboat burst into flames, like a giant torch on the water, reminding the surviving ships around them that they were far from out of danger.

The young dragon, having succeeded in its attack, did not linger. Following its master's instructions, it climbed back into the sky, using the cover of night to search for its next target.

In order to prevent it from becoming like those three foolish dragons under Daenerys Targaryen's command, Zhang Cheng went to great lengths, constantly instilling in it the concepts of aerial advantage and maneuverability advantage.

As a dragon, the most important thing is not to rely on its strong scales, sharp claws and teeth to fight enemies head-on, but to use its ability to fly to eliminate those isolated and defenseless enemies first. After clearing out the small fry, it can then slowly deal with the most dangerous enemies.

Under its master's influence, this shameless young dragon finally learned to pick on the weak first, and in no time at all, it sent all the lone warships that had deserted the main force to another world.

Once there were no other lone boats around, it lingered in the dark night sky, patiently waiting for a signal from its master.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng personally commanded two warships, slowly approaching Stannis's remaining fleet.

To increase the element of surprise, his ship flew no flags, nor did it have any oil lamps, torches, or other means of illumination; it only had a group of hungry, bloodthirsty mercenaries...

"Sir! Three enemy ships have been spotted ahead! Should we engage in boarding action or destroy them with wildfire?" the captain, who was in his forties, asked in a low voice.