Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

The red monk Thoros trembled as he listened to the screams in his ears, half-knelt on the ground and saluted Robb.

"Your Majesty, I am Thoros, the red monk from Myr. I am very grateful for your life-saving grace. They call you the King of the North. Is your father Duke Ned Stark?" Thoros asked cautiously.

Robb had some impression of the group of red monks. They were ascetics serving the Lord of Light, who was one of the most active gods in the world.

In any case, He really appeared.

The red monk in front of him seemed to be a relatively important person, but Robb didn't remember it clearly. He didn't have a deep impression of anyone who was not a major character.

Robb raised his hand and motioned him to stand up and speak: "You are members of the Brotherhood Without Banners, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. We came to capture the Mountain under the order of the Hand of the King, Lord Ned Stark, but we didn't expect that halfway..."

The red monk Thoros breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After clarifying this relationship, the cruel King of the North in front of him should not let himself and others suffer such inhuman treatment.

Robb nodded: "I have heard about your deeds. Sir Blackfish said that you will try your best to protect farmers and innocent people from the Lannister thugs. You have done a good job and are true knights."

The red monk quickly expressed his honor: "It is our highest honor to be praised by the King of the North."

"Since you have already confronted the Lannister family, why not join my team. I am going to find Sir Edmure, who is gathering soldiers and supplies in the riverlands. You can go with us, which is safer."

Faced with Robb's invitation, the red monk knew that he had no capital to refuse, and did not want to refuse.

Not only was he afraid that he would be skinned and hung on a spear.

He knew that he and his men could not avenge Beric alone, and even surviving was a problem. Joining the army of the North was a good choice.

"We are very willing, Your Majesty. But please give us some time to bury Lord Beric and the dead warriors."

Robb kindly gave them some time.

After all, Beric died for his own territory, and burying this warrior was a matter of course.

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Although the red monk Thoros had never felt the response of the Lord of Light, the education he received since childhood still allowed him to hold a funeral for Beric according to the Lord of Light's sacrificial method.

Everything was kept simple on the battlefield. The red monk asked his men to find branches and flammable materials, and then put Lord Beric and other brothers who died in the battle on them.

After doing all this, the red monk Thoros began to silently recite the Lord of Light's prayer.

Looking at the red monk's actions, Greenbeard and the wolf riders from Tyrosh felt very cordial.

This is the most common ceremony in their hometown.

In another continent, the belief in the Lord of Light is widely spread, but in Westeros, only the Seven Gods and the Old Gods are widely believed.

So Little Jon and a group of wolf riders in the North looked disdainful: heresy!

In Westeros, the people of the North and the Children of the Forest still believe in the Old Gods, and they sneer at other beliefs.

This is also the reason why the North has always been out of tune with other regions.

The red-robed monk Thoros finally finished the last prayer: "The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

He held a torch in his hand and wanted to ignite all the dry materials and burn the corpse.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

Countless dark clouds appeared from nowhere, covering the sky above Robb's side, looking like a dark cloud pressing down on the city.

A beam of sunlight penetrated through the dark clouds and fell on the red-robed monk Thoros who was chanting the prayer.

This vision attracted everyone's attention, and the wolf riders and members of the Brotherhood subconsciously looked up.

However, the wolf riders did not speak, but silently protected Robb, and surrounded the members of the Brotherhood and the red monk Thoros.

The members of the Brotherhood did not pay attention to the battlefield at all. They were whispering and discussing the vision.

"What is going on?"

"A miracle?"

"It should be... Didn't Thoros often say that he was a believer in God and could cast spells?"

"He can cast a shitty spell. He only has some tricks. I saw him smear wildfire on the sword to make it burn."

"Then how do you explain it now? The dark clouds covered the sky, and only he was illuminated by the sun."

"I... How do I know?!"

The red monk was also a little confused. He didn't understand what happened. He had done this ritual countless times before, and it didn't happen like this!

He looked up at the direction where the sun was shining. The next second, his pupils lost focus instantly, as if he had lost consciousness, and the torch in his hand fell to the ground.

The red monk's eyeballs rolled up and down until they disappeared completely, leaving only empty white eye sockets.

The aura of the whole person also changed, and his movements became gentle, as if he would tear his body apart with a little force.

Elegant, dangerous.

This is the most prominent feeling that the red-robed monk gives people now.

The red-robed monk shook his head slightly and looked at Robb with his pupil-less eyes.

The wolf riders felt something was wrong. They didn't know what happened, but the red-robed monk in front of them was completely different from before!

He seemed like a frenzied beast that remained quiet, but made people feel extremely oppressive.

Some people may have only heard of it before, but now everyone feels a word personally: pressure.

The red-robed monk just standing there made people want to kneel down and worship him!

The members of the Brotherhood Without Banners could no longer suppress their instincts, and they fell to their knees one after another, reciting the most pious prayers.

The wolf riders also began to have this instinct, but they tried their best to stay awake and fight against it.

In such a strong oppression and confrontation, they all raised their spears in their hands and pointed them at the red-robed monk to relieve the pressure.

Just when someone couldn't resist and wanted to rush up and shoot a hole in the red-robed monk who was pretending to be a ghost, they heard a familiar voice.

Robb rode on his horse and looked down at the red-robed monk.

"Don't point your gun at him anymore. We should be happy that a friend has come from afar."

"And no matter which one he is, we must maintain the most basic courtesy."

After Robb finished speaking, all the wolf riders felt that they were lighter, and they no longer felt oppressed as before, and they returned to normal.

They felt relieved, put away their spears, and recalled the situation with lingering fear.

What kind of monster is this red-robed monk? !

Robb rode forward alone with a blank expression and came to the red-robed monk.

"So, who are you?"