Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

"Crash into it! Join the ship, join the ship!"

"Kill these bandits! Marder, loot my Qingting Island, right? Let them pay for their actions!"

"Kill! Kill! Avenge your wives and children! Avenge your relatives on Qingting Island!"

Along with Earl Redwin's roar, the morale and anger of the Redwin fleet are also rising.

The ships of the Redwyne fleet were generally larger than the Ironborn longships. Coupled with the grievances accumulated in the past, Lord Redwyne struggled to command his ships to collide with each other and fight hand to hand.

Lord Redwyne and Robb thought the same. They might not be able to perform well against the wind, but when fighting against the wind, their bravery would make people think it was the reincarnation of Aegon.

The Iron Fleet had already been attacked indiscriminately by the heavily damaged Drowned God. At this time, all the Ironborn had not yet recovered from their fear.

By the time they wake up a little, it's too late.

Redwyne's fleet and Robb's fleet have surrounded them, attacking with slings and hammers in turn, knocking the ironborn off their backs.

Lord Redwine's Queen of the Pavilion was the largest and most majestic battleship. At this time, regardless of anything, it was rampaging through the Iron Fleet, knocking over countless small longships.

Seeing that the battle had been decided, Robb no longer paid attention to the current situation and returned to the cabin to sit down and rest for a while.

At this time, Robb was slightly out of breath and sighed in his heart: This god is different from ordinary people. I have strengthened him so much, but he still didn't kill him. Instead, he made me gasp for breath.

"But the Drowned God must have suffered a lot of injuries. He was first hit by my Full Moon, and his resistance to magic was weakened, and then he ate half of my Comet Yazler. He is quite flexible in the sea."

"Then I cut off a lot of the tentacles, which probably caused a lot of damage to him. He probably won't be able to recover in a short period of time just relying on himself."

"This Drowned God doesn't seem to be strong. He looks huge, but he's just a scumbag. I don't know what the other gods are like."

The short recovery time Robb talks about is based on God's concept.

According to human concepts of time, this short period of time may last hundreds of thousands of years.

Robb had lost all his mental power this time. The Drowned God at this time was dying at best, and it would be difficult to interfere with reality.

I closed my eyes and meditated for a while in the cabin. The shouts and curses outside became weaker and weaker, and the wailing and begging for mercy became more and more numerous.

Finally it calmed down outside.

The naval battle that decided the fate of the Iron Islands finally came to an end at this time.

Since then, the effective forces of the Iron Islands have been wiped out by Robb, and the only two remaining islands are expected to be captured in the afternoon.

The two ancient kingdoms of the North and the Iron Pack-Riverlands were completely under Robb's control.

Together with his allies the Reach and the Seven Kingdoms, Robb actually controls two and influences one.

Trade with the Reach will also be unimpeded. With the constant supply of food from the Reach, Robb's most troublesome problem will be solved.

The most important thing is that Robb has always wanted to become the first emperor of Westeros, and he can also take the first step in the Iron Islands.

Robb calmed down a little and began to gradually plan his next actions.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the cabin, and the sound of rapid and chaotic footsteps came from far away.

Little Jon and several centurions were covered in blood and looked slightly tired, but they came to Robb's cabin excitedly and shouted with trembling voices: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Look, this is What!"

Robb opened his eyes and saw Little Jon kneeling in front of him, holding a huge ancient egg.

Little Jon raised the egg above his head with both hands and said excitedly: "We found this in Euron's cabin. According to his men, Euron brought it out of the Valyrian ruins..."

At this point, Little Jon swallowed, and his tone became reverent: "Dragon egg!"

Robb reached out and took the dragon egg. As soon as he touched it, Robb felt the warm and hot atmosphere contained in it. He touched the scales of the dragon egg, which were hard and ancient.

For some reason, Robb could feel the restless vitality in it.

Little Jon and a group of centurions said piously: "Your Majesty, you have such great power, you will be able to hatch a giant dragon and gallop through the sky just like the descendant of the Targaryen family on another continent."

Robb's battle with the Drowned God left an indelible impression on everyone's mind.

Although Robb's previous miracles also aroused people's admiration, this time the scene was even more grand, and the opponent was even more heavyweight!

The Drowned God!

That's the legendary Drowned God!

Respect for the gods has always been the basic consensus of the entire Westeros continent. Now Robb has single-handedly broken the mysterious state of God's unknowability.

Everyone realizes that God may not be invincible and undetectable.

Robb is a king above the gods!

Now, even if Aegon is reincarnated, the people in the North and the Riverlands will never surrender to the Targaryen family again!

Robb Stark is the real king!

Robb looked at the dragon egg in his hand and thought for a moment, remembering that the dragon mother was reborn in the flames and hatched the dragon eggs with high temperature.

But it shouldn't be that simple. It's impossible that no one has tried this method before.

It should still be related to the magic element.

Maybe my own flame prayer will work...

Putting the dragon egg away, Robb prepared to study it carefully when he returned to Riverrun.

Little Jon reported honestly: "Your Majesty, it is said that the sailors on the ship said that Euron was taken to the bottom of the sea by tentacles. He originally had a horn-like treasure, but he took it away."

Robb waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, that god is not my opponent, but no one can stop him from taking someone away on the sea."

"A lot of the Iron Fleet was destroyed. We seized half of the ships that could barely sail. There were more than a dozen longships that escaped, and Sir Wendel was chasing them."

"Uh, Earl Redwyne is outside the cabin and wants to see Your Majesty."

Robb smiled: "When we met before, Earl Redwyne was not so restrained. Why is he so cautious after winning the battle? Let him in."

Earl Redwyne received Robb's order and walked quickly to Robb's cabin.

His mind was full of the earth-shaking battle scene just now. At this time, shock was not enough to describe his heart.

Earl Redwyne felt that he had completely reached a fanaticism and reverence for the King of the North. In the face of such a miracle, is there anyone in the world more worthy of loyalty than Robb?

"Your Majesty!"

Lord Redwyne knelt down in front of Robb, placed the scimitar in his hand at Robb's feet, and said in an extremely pious tone: "Your Majesty, the Redwyne fleet is willing to serve your Majesty from now on!"

Faced with Lord Redwyne's loyalty, the people around him did not show any surprise.

They would be surprised if anyone who had watched this naval battle did not have the idea of ​​surrendering to Robb.

Robb was not modest or refused, and directly put his hand on Lord Redwyne's head to honor him.

"I am very happy that you can choose the right path. I swear here that I will treat you and your fleet fairly and justly. I will also repay your friendship and kindness."

Lord Redwyne bowed his head: "It is my honor, Your Majesty."

In the afternoon, Robb and the Redwyne fleet jointly captured the last resistance castle of the Iron Islands-Pike City.

When the white dire wolf flag was hung on the top of Pike City, the battle that lasted for several months came to an end.

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At the same time, King's Landing.

On the surface of the Blackwater River, green wildfire horses burned recklessly.

Stannis, the second son of the Deer Family, was full of pride at this time. He divided his troops into two groups and attacked King's Landing from the sea and land.

He ordered his capable general, the Onion Knight, to lead the fleet into the Blackwater River and fight with the Royal Fleet.

But Tyrion the Devil was well prepared and filled the Royal Fleet with wildfire. Stannis's fleet was set on fire, and behind him there was a huge iron chain cast by Tyrion across the river, completely cutting off the fleet's retreat route.

At this time, Stannis was still in an advantageous position.

He had more people. On the wreckage of the ship burning with wildfire, the soldiers rushed to the north bank and killed King's Landing.

Tyrion the Imp stood on the top of the city wall to boost morale: "I am a dwarf, you see clearly, I am a dwarf! Now, I will put on my armor and fight the enemy!"

"Look at you, huh? A group of normal people with long arms and legs, why are you so scared? Your courage is not as good as a dwarf like me, you bizos!"

Encouraged by the Imp, the defenders quickly gathered together.

No one was willing to admit that they were not as good as dwarfs.

They defended tightly and resisted Stannis's attack, but the guards of King's Landing, the gold cloaks, also suffered heavy losses.

The Imp laughed: "See? This is Stannis, a useless soft egg, we defended it!"

Puff.

A sword flashing with cold light slashed at the Imp.

The Imp was hit hard, and the blood blinded his eyes in panic. He looked around and found that it was a Kingsguard who was attacking him.

Why?

The Imp didn't understand, wasn't he the Prime Minister?

He was still protecting King's Landing!

Why did the Kingsguard want to kill him? Cersei? His own father?

One thought after another flashed through the little devil's mind.

But he didn't have much time to think. The man saw that the little devil was not dead yet, and slashed with another sword.

The little devil closed his eyes in despair.

Plop.

The imagined death did not come. The little devil wiped the blood from his eyes and found that his cousin was looking at him helplessly.

"I... I pushed... him... to kill you..."

The little devil saw that the Kingsguard was pushed into the sea and knew that he had saved his life: "Well done, take me away from here!"

The little devil looked back at the city. An army that came out of nowhere was slaughtering Stannis's army. Looking at the flag, it was his father.

The dwarf smiled miserably: "Oh, it turns out that the battle to defend the city is over, and I am no longer needed."