Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

Lord Redwyne's fleet and Robb's own royal navy docked on the sea not far from Tyrosh.

Ser Wendell Manderly reported to Robb with the intelligence: "The other party seems to want to surrender and has agreed with us to go to his castle hall to discuss it in detail."

Robb smiled contemptuously: "You don't know how to wipe your nose until it reaches your mouth?"

Robb didn't believe in this kind of peace talk at all, whether it was true or not.

Even if it was true, Robb needed this thing to be false.

The reason is simple. Tyrosh is too far away from the City of Stars, and it has been a free trade city all year round. It is very difficult to rule it.

So Robb only wants to trade unilaterally.

The premise of all this is to make the king of Tyrosh clearly realize that the force of the Westeros Empire is not something they can resist.

Robb has the ability and can rush to Tyrosh at any time and wipe out all the rebels.

If peace is negotiated, how can I show my strength?

Robb's attitude was very tough: "Tell the Lord of Tyrosh that I don't want any nominal peace talks. I want him to hand over the generals who dare to go to war with us, and then open the city gates to welcome our army into the city."

Arya and Bran both nodded, thinking that Robb made sense.

After being in contact with Robb for a long time, they were also instilled with various ideas by Robb, the most important of which was: power is the reason to be king.

Caitlin advised: "Don't we not want to occupy this place? Why not negotiate for peace? This can also reduce casualties."

Robb knew that Catelyn was very naive about military and political aspects, and could only achieve success in diplomacy.

All he could say was: "No one is afraid of a wolf that doesn't show its fangs."

Catelyn knew Robb had his own plans and said nothing.

After receiving Robb's order, Ser Wendel sent Robb's will to the Tyroshi people, who conveyed it back to their overlord.

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Tyroshi.

In the city lord's hall, the king has arranged everything with great anticipation, just waiting for Robb to fall into the trap.

However, the news brought back by his men did not satisfy him.

"Damn it, what do you mean you asked me to go out and surrender in person? And you asked me to hand over the generals who participated in the war?!"

The Lord was trembling with anger. He knew that this was Robb's vicious plan!

It was he who sent the generals out to fight the Westeros people, and strictly speaking, they won the battle!

If he hands over all these people because he is afraid, then it means that he, the great king, has come to an end.

The Tyrosi people will not have any free people to continue to elect him as the next king, and he will even be despised by every Tyrosi person!

"I can't possibly do this!"

The Maharaja was very angry, but the current situation made him extremely embarrassed.

According to ascertained intelligence, there are at least more than 10,000 Westeros soldiers near Tyrosh, and they have blocked all routes.

The port of Tyrosh was originally a treasure trove of free trade, but now it is losing huge amounts every day!

The bankers are about to explode. They all blame the Lord's decision-making and think that he should not take action against Robb's army. Now things have reached an irreversible point!

"Think about how to deal with it..."

The Lord of Tyrosh overturned all previous plans and began to think of his own new plan.

"Since the other party wants me to surrender, then I will do as he wishes. When the time comes, he will definitely come to accept my surrender in person. All I need to do is arrange for the personal guards and Shadowbinders to take action at that time..."

"This may take a few days to re-plan..."

Lord Tyrosh was full of confidence and began to arrange the personal guards and shadowbinders. All processes must be rehearsed and there should be no mistakes.

After all, I would be there at the time. If something went wrong, it would be a huge loss!

"Go and write a letter to the emperor of Westeros and tell him that I will open the city gates and surrender to him in a few days!"

In order to stabilize Robb and make him believe that he sincerely surrendered, the king also spent a lot of money and sent Robb all kinds of wealth and beauties.

One day...two days...

As time passed, Lord Tyrosh's preparations became more and more complete.

"Very good, just one more day and we'll be ready!"

Lord Tyrosh is very satisfied with his wit, so what if the enemy is very strong?

Haven't you been caught in your own scheme?

At this moment, Lord Tyrosh suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside, and it seemed that the entire Tyrosh was in panic.

Lord Tyrosh was a little dissatisfied and asked: "What's going on?!"

A slave came hurriedly outside, his voice full of panic: "No... no, sir, there is a giant dragon flying in from outside!"

"What?!"

Lord Tyrosh was shocked, dragon? !

Are those Westeros people on the other side coming? !

Why, didn't you agree to wait for me for a few days? Why did you come so soon? !

Lord Tyrosh rushed out in a hurry and saw a black speck flying towards him in the sky outside!

It’s really a dragon!

"Have the enemy's troops also begun to attack the city?"

"No, only this giant dragon flew in, and the enemy's army outside has not yet made any move to attack the city!"

"Good!" The expression on Lord Tyrosh's face turned from worry to joy, "That Westeros Emperor must be out of his mind, thinking that a dragon is invincible?"

"Quick! Come on, shoot that thing down with a crossbow!"

Normally, a crossbow can't shoot a dragon, just like it's hard to hit a sparrow with a slingshot.

But the situation is different now. This dragon will only fly in a fixed area, and it seems that it will always fly at a low altitude.

In addition, Tyrosh will not have only one crossbow. Dozens of crossbows will be fired at the same time. If you are lucky, you will always get one.

It's okay if you fail, but you will make a lot of money if you succeed!

The value of dragons and crossbows is not on the same level.

"If the opponent doesn't have a dragon, they can't attack my great Tyrosh with just that little navy!"

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At this time, Robb stood in the front on the back of the dragon Bahamut, followed by Bran and Arya.

Unlike Arya, Bran was not standing on Bahamut's back. He just held Bahamut's spines with his hands, but his feet were suspended in the air.

Arya worriedly said, "Is this Tyrosh? It looks much more prosperous than Winterfell. Brother, you won't ask Bahamut to burn Tyrosh!"

"This kind of city is wealth. How can I burn my own wealth?"

Bran saw that there seemed to be countless crossbows on the wall aimed at him, and he was a little panicked for a while: "So... so many crossbows!"

Arya's body was very flexible, and she didn't care about these bulky crossbows at all: "Let them shoot, they will never touch me!"

"But we are on Bahamut's back now, what if we fall down?"

Arya said confidently: "I will catch you, coward. Then take you to kill all those who dare to shoot us."

Robb looked at Bran. The little boy had been paralyzed for a long time and was not very strong mentally.

In addition, since he had just learned magic and had not fought on the front battlefield, he did not know what level he could achieve. It was normal to have such worries.

This time, let's treat it as a practical exercise for Bran. When he sees these small scenes in the future, Bran should be able to deal with them by himself.

Robb pointed out: "You already know gravity magic. This kind of giant crossbow does not pose a threat to you at all. Whether it is controlling gravity to cause these giant crossbows to be unbalanced, or summoning meteorites to attack, it can ensure your safety."

As he said, Robb randomly selected a lucky crossbowman: "That's him, Bahamut, fly slower so that Bran can aim well."

Under Robb's encouraging eyes, Bran began to gather his magic power.

Three purple meteorites appeared from the air, and then under Bran's control, they flew towards the soldiers who controlled the giant crossbows.

Bang!

In the horrified eyes of the soldiers, three meteorites fell gorgeously on the open space on the side.

"It doesn't matter. Good archers are trained with countless arrows." Robb comforted him, "You are on Bahamut's back, so it's not easy to aim. You have to work hard to learn and remember all kinds of feelings, so that you can hit the target every time."

"Okay!" Bran encouraged himself.

The three men and the dragon circled over the city for a long time until Bran exhausted all his mental power.

During this period, the soldiers kept shooting giant crossbows. Bran saw the opportunity to cast gravity magic, making all the giant crossbow arrows lose their accuracy, and none of them could pose a threat to Bahamut.

Puff.

Bahamut's nostrils exhaled a breath of disdain. These arrows would not cause any harm to him at all!

As a giant dragon modified by Robb, it is not only far superior to the flying dragons of this era, but also has wings and front claws, and the armor and scales on its body are extremely strong.

Unless it hits a special part such as the eyes, the giant crossbow of Tyrosh is no different from a toy.

Robb saw that Bran could barely keep floating, so he patted Bahamut's head and said, "Okay, let's stop here for today's practice. We have to get down to business."

Roar!

Bahamut roared so loudly that the whole of Tyrosh trembled, and flew directly towards the tallest and most luxurious building in the city.

"Hahaha, look at that stupid dragon, it's been shot back and forth, and it will definitely die under the crossbow arrows in a while... How did it fly over here, save me, save me!!!"

The Tyrosh Lord was originally sitting on the terrace, enjoying the 'Dragon Slaying Feast', but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly fly directly towards him, and he was immediately scared out of his wits!

While ordering his men to increase the frequency of the giant crossbow shooting, he ran to the basement in a panic.

But the next second, countless blue-green long rainbow light spots suddenly burst out on the dragon's back, flying in all directions.

Star Magic - [Broom Star]

Robb released the stars directly and smashed them on the Tyrosh giant crossbow.

Bahamut was as fast as lightning, and he arrived at the residence of the Grand Lord in a flash.

Arya saw that the most gorgeously dressed person seemed to want to run, so she jumped off the dragon's back and instantly got behind the Grand Lord of Tyrosh with a hound's step.

The Grand Lord of Tyrosh felt a sudden chill on his back, as if something sharp was against his back, and he was immediately frightened and did not dare to move rashly.

Bahamut was clinging on the terrace, and gravel kept falling. The huge dragon head looked into the room, which frightened everyone and made them a little at a loss.

Robb jumped off Bahamut's back, and Bran also flew down gracefully.

"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!"

When seeing Robb for the first time, Lord Tyrosh instantly realized that this person was the so-called King of Westeros - Robb Stark I!

Although no one introduced him, Robb's gestures showed a nonchalant momentum, and the dragon and the two young men and women all followed Robb's lead, which made Lord Tyrosh sure that this man was not the emperor, and there would be no second person in Westeros who was the emperor!

"Oh? Where is the misunderstanding?" Robb found a chair and sat down, not taking Lord Tyrosh's guards around him seriously.

Lord Tyroshi cried: "I will open the gates and surrender to you tomorrow, why... why today..."

Robb smiled: "You surrender, do I still have to look at your face?"

"Even if you don't surrender, what's wrong, I will kill you here, can you still bargain with me?"

"I think you didn't understand from the beginning that I have always controlled your life and death. You should come out crying and ask for my forgiveness at the first time, and offer your loyalty to the Westeros Empire, so that you can survive."

"If you are very strong and don't want to do this, then very good, I admire you, and then I will kill you and wait for the next person who is willing to surrender to me."

"You have no right to discuss with me from the beginning, understand, you have no right."

Robb's words made Lord Tyroshi stunned.

Maybe he didn't understand how all this happened before, but now he completely understands that the other party is not thinking about the problem at the same level as himself!

His ridiculous calculations, what about sending assassins, what about shooting dragons with giant crossbows.

In the eyes of the other party, it was all a joke, or even a joke that the other party didn't need to know at all!

Just looking at the miracles that the other party had just shown, plus this giant dragon that had never sprayed dragon breath, and the tens of thousands of navy outside who were eyeing him covetously, Lord Tyroshi knew clearly that the other party looked at him like an ant.

Lord Tyroshi instantly felt powerless.

Arya's dagger was still against his lower back. He cried bitterly and knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy: "I really know how insignificant I am, great King Robb, please have mercy, I am willing to submit to you completely."

"From now on, your will is the will of the entire Tyroshi. Even if you want to rule the whole world, we Tyroshi will stand by you unswervingly."

Lord Tyroshi at this time really wanted to submit to Robb.

The three of the other party directly broke through his city and came in front of him, turning all his calculations into ridiculous fantasies.

With such a powerful force in hand, what courage does Lord Tyroshi have to resist?

He trembled, and kept saying that he would submit to Robb, and swore with the three-headed god of Tyrosh.

In his opinion, Robb still needed him to rule Tyrosh, and he would not kill him easily, so he still had a chance of survival.

But at this moment, he saw a strange shadow suddenly appear behind Robb.

It was the shadowbinder he arranged.

It started its work.

"No!!!"

The Tyrosh Lord was completely desperate, and roared heartbreakingly, trying to stop this stupid behavior that would kill him.