Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

Adhering to the concept that killing everyone is the perfect assassination, Aaliya stepped forward directly.

Looking at Aaliya's eyes, the guards suddenly felt as if they were being targeted by ferocious beasts, and broke into cold sweats.

This terrifying feeling came from a little girl several times younger than myself. It was really a bit magical.

The dagger in Aria's hand glowed red, and a fan-shaped red sword energy flew towards the guards.

"What the hell is this?!"

The guards had never seen such a strange scene before. Many of them had their heads rolling to the ground before they could react.

A storm began to gather under Aria's feet, accelerating her body and rushing in front of the guards. With a swipe at the neck, all the guards were killed by Aria.

"This is called combat skill."

Aaliya said softly, then wiped the blood stains from the dagger on the soldier's clothes, and walked into the tent as if there was no one else around.

Inside the tent were the newly armed commanders. They were still discussing how to deal with the army that Robb was about to send. After a while, chaos broke out outside.

Then the little girl Alia walked into the tent.

"who are you?!"

"Asshole, is this where you should be?!"

"Where did this lowly woman come from?!"

They scolded Aaliya angrily. A few of them realized that something was wrong, but they didn't think much about it.

A little girl like Aaliya is really not a deterrent, just like you wouldn't associate her with a cold-blooded killer when you see a hunched-over old woman.

Arya raised the dagger in her hand and put it on her chest to show everyone: "This is the greeting from the Stark family from the Westeros Empire."

In the tent, everyone who had no time to scream was instantly killed by Aria.

Blood spattered onto the tent, leaving bloody traces.

Aaliya walked out of the tent, still without any blood on her body.

——

On the sea, Earl Redwin's fleet.

Bran stood at the head of the ship and looked at Lys City in the distance: "The fire has started, which means Aria has succeeded. Let's go!"

Earl Redwin ordered his soldiers to beat the drums and blow the horns in preparation for landing.

Bran took off on the spot and floated into the air, arriving in front of the Lys city wall.

After training in the city of Tyrosh, Bran no longer felt panic when he saw the thin equipment guarding the city.

"Gravity magic can not only summon meteorites, but also change the surrounding position, causing all weapons fired at you to deflect from their original directions!"

Bran silently thought about things he could do to boost his confidence.

On the city wall, the defenders also discovered that the Westeros army had begun to attack. They wanted to organize a counterattack, but there were not many commanders.

Because the military camp below was also in chaos, they basically lost control of the situation.

The few soldiers who saw Bran flying in the air wanted to shoot the strange human being.

But no matter how aimed those arrows were, there was no way they could touch Bran's body.

As early as ten meters away from Bran's body, a purple invisible aura suddenly appeared, pulling away things that might harm Bran.

"Meteorite..."

Bran raised his palm gracefully, and meteorites appeared one after another. As Bran waved his palm, the huge meteorites quickly rushed towards the city wall.

"What kind of evil magic is this!"

"It's over, protect the crossbow!"

The soldiers were frightened out of their wits. Anyone who sees someone who can rub a meteorite with his hands for the first time and then control it to fly towards you will feel horrified.

A handful of dedicated team captains greeted their team members, hoping to protect the equipment used to defend the city.

But Bran's power is not something they can fight against, and the meteorite as huge as a table is not something the human body can resist.

Boom! ! !

One after another, the equipment used to defend the city was smashed and smashed, and all the soldiers guarding were killed.

Seeing this scene, Bran was also a little moved: "These people are all warriors worthy of respect, but it's just a pity."

Because he stood high and saw far away, he knew that many soldiers in the city had begun to run away.

For Free Federation cities, most military strength relies on mercenaries.

There are not many cities like Reese with a group of loyal soldiers, which is in sharp contrast to the mercenaries in the city who have even begun to burn, kill and loot.

But Bran did not hold back. In a short time, all the defensive forces on the city wall were eliminated.

No matter how powerful the defensive force is, it has no advantage in front of a great magician like Bran.

Bran's magical power was almost exhausted, and he slowly landed on the bow of the ship.

Earl Redwin praised: "Your magical attainments are already at a very high level. I seem to be able to see the shadow of your brother in you."

Bran was slightly shy and said modestly: "There is still a big gap between my brother and I. There are many advanced magics that I can't even understand, let alone learn."

"This battle is basically over."

Earl Redwin took a look at the growing fire in Lys and the current situation that almost all the defense power on the city wall had been lost, and sighed with emotion.

The battle now is getting easier and easier to fight.

The city of Lys was defeated basically without any effort.

All that's left is some finishing touches.

Lord Robb is truly omnipotent!

Earl Redwyne knew very well that the strength of Princess Arya and Prince Bran were almost all trained by His Majesty Robb.

And the two of them are now basically the strongest people in the entire Westeros continent.

"The unification of the entire Westeros probably only took the past two years. Even Aegon the Conqueror is not as good as your Majesty!"

Lord Redwyne can already feel that the world is about to become more exciting because of His Majesty Robb!

——

When Lys City was about to be captured, Robb drove Bahamut to the city of Braavos.

On the city wall, there were densely packed soldiers with frightened expressions on their faces.

Dragon!

The horrors of ancient legends have once again befallen all of Braavos.

Robb stood on top of the dragon's head, with his arms folded across his chest, standing straight and looking at the soldiers who were waiting for him.

Robb's voice was calm: "Surrender, and I will forgive your rude words and spare your death penalty."

Robb couldn't roar, but everyone present could hear Robb's voice clearly.

On the opposite side, a man struggled to squeeze onto the city wall and shouted angrily at Robb: "Why? Do you think that with just one giant dragon, you can do whatever you want? Our ancestors never gave in when facing hundreds of giant dragons!"

"This is the second time. You are no longer the Braavos people you were before. Surrender."

The man seemed very unconvinced and continued: "Even if you defeat us, you still won't get what you want! You can kill us, but you must never expect us to surrender or agree to your colonization." condition!

We have the blood of resistance in our bodies, even if you kill us all, we will not give in! "

Robb wouldn't give them a third chance. Two was the limit of his patience.

"Very well, then go and die."

These people don't know that in Robb's mind, the most important thing in this city today is not negotiation, but surrender.

For Robb, Westeros is the foundation of his rule, so he won't say "all dead" easily because he wants to stabilize people's hearts.

But the cities in Essos are different. There are even eight cities like Braavos!

So what if the entire Braavos is destroyed? Robb even needs such a move to scare other cities.

If Robb agrees to some negotiation terms here today, then the remaining cities will immediately follow suit and start negotiating terms with Robb.

How could Robb make the nine Free Federation cities surrender?

Since this Braavos is willing to take the lead, Robb is going to give it a hard shot!

Robb patted Bahamut on the head, and Bahamut suddenly opened his mouth and let out an angry roar.

Bahamut spread his wings and began to patrol around the city wall.

Then under the frightened eyes of everyone on the city wall, Bahamut opened his mouth again, but this time it was no longer a simple roar, but to spray out deadly dragon breath.

Golden breath spurted out from Bahamut's mouth, and all the places swept away were instantly melted by the scorching heat!

The hard city wall turned into flowing lava, slowly flowing to the ground under the flames of the dragon.

The soldiers huddled together, desperately trying to build giant crossbows to shoot, but their hands were shaking and they could not operate them normally.

"Why can't I move my hands?"

"Me too, my body is shaking and I can't control it!"

"Damn it, run!"

"Run! The dragon is coming!"

The soldiers on the city wall were in chaos, and Robb patted Bahamut on the head with satisfaction.

"Your roar can already produce a bit of dragon power, enough to frighten ordinary soldiers. It seems that your atavism is getting stronger and stronger."

Bahamut snorted proudly, and it gradually felt that it was getting stronger and stronger.

"No! Don't! My lord, Your Majesty! Please have mercy!"

Before the dragon's breath sprayed onto the governor, the governor was already in a hurry!

He knew that he could not stop Robb at all. Those high-sounding words he said before were just to gain the capital to negotiate with Robb.

Unexpectedly, when the other party disagreed, he immediately started to complain! !

The Governor of Braavos wailed: "We can talk, please stop!"

"You still want to negotiate with me?" Robb snorted coldly.

"We can also love Westeros. Whatever Tyrosh can do, we can do too!"

Robb smiled: "What are your identities? Are you worthy of talking about Westeros?"

Now that force has been used, Robb will not stop easily.

Otherwise, you will only give the other party a feeling: "This emperor seems to be weak and hesitant, and it only takes a few words to change his mind."

What Robb wants is absolute surrender, and he must not show any flaws in the first place.

Robb commanded Bahamut: "Burn the noisy governor first!"

The golden dragon's breath followed Robb's direction and began to attack unscrupulously.

The elected governor had endless despair in his eyes.

"Why? Why not follow the past practice? We should negotiate first and then decide. How can this be done?"

He did not expect his own death, and at this time he only felt infinite regret.

But time cannot be reversed. After the dragon's breath overwhelmed him, all the resentment and regret disappeared.

After Bahamut cleared almost all the soldiers on the wall, he finally stopped.

Robb stood in front of everyone again: "This is the last choice, surrender, or Braavos no longer exists in this world."

The remaining people looked at each other. They were almost all shocked by the scene just now. One thing they knew very well was that the emperor from Westeros was a king who had his way!

In fact, many people still cherish their lives, and they have no determination to fight Robb to death.

It's just that the former governor who was just burned to death said that this was just a threat and that peace would be maintained in the end.

That's why they were so passionate before.

Now some people have paid the price for ignorance. They are now exhausted physically and mentally and have no courage to fight Robb.

In the end, the remaining people put down their weapons and dropped them on the ground with a tinkling sound.

They knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, and declared their allegiance to the new ruler.

"Very good, from now on, I will live in Braavos for three days, you will work for me, go and call all the important people in the city to your room and tell them what to do."

"Go tell everyone in Braavos who you are loyal to."

"Go tell them who their emperor is."

"Don't worry about your safety, go tell everyone that you are the ruler of Braavos, if you die, I will destroy the city."

"Remember, there are no accidents and coincidences. As long as any of you dies, even if you are struck by lightning, I will be angry with everyone in Braavos."

"If your loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal!"

"Go, do what you should do."

Robb did not bring anyone with him, so he could only rule Braavos in this simple and rough way.

As for whether they can do a good job or whether they will be assassinated by the opposition, that is not Robb's concern.

As Robb said, if they make him unhappy, the city will be destroyed.

What accidents and coincidences are not within Robb's consideration.

Robb only looks at the results.

This was also a helpless move. After all, Robb, the ruler of Westeros, was short of manpower, so the Free Federation cities could be arranged casually.

——

Three days later, Robb rode a dragon and left Braavos.

The remaining soldiers of Braavos also sent the ashes and letters of countless dead soldiers to other Free Federation cities.

In the letter, they announced that Braavos would always be loyal to the great King of Westeros.

The bones bear witness!