Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

"It's such a powerful look, I like it."

Robb looked into the other man's eyes, smiled, grabbed the handle of the dagger, and threw it away.

Marquis Frey screamed like a slaughtering pig: "My feet!!!"

The dagger penetrated Marquis Frey's foot, the tip of the knife sank into the floor, and the handle trembled on the foot.

The heirs of the Frey family who heard the sound outside all stretched their heads and looked towards the living room. When they saw that Marquis Frey was not dead, they could not hide the disappointment on their faces and retreated angrily in the living room. Outside.

Robb looked at the screaming Marquis Frey: "Maybe now you can understand your situation. In fact, I don't mind killing you."

"Robb... Sir," Marquis Frey's face turned pale, "If you have any requests, just ask me, I will definitely satisfy you."

Marquis Frey, who is in his nineties, is not willing to die like this. He has not tasted enough of the nectar of his newly married sixteen-year-old wife. His heart is full of fear. He is extremely convinced that as long as he makes the young master in front of him dissatisfied, his head will be destroyed. It will hit the ground immediately.

Robb said: "It's very simple. I just hope that you can abide by your oath, show your loyalty to my grandfather, open the city gate, and let my troops pass through Luanhe City."

Marquis Frey spoke first: "No problem, I can pull up the city gate now!"

The reason why the old weasel agreed so quickly was because he had known for a long time that Robb only brought 300 cavalry. Even if he allowed these 300 people to enter the city, he would still have 4,000 men under his command. He would have a complete advantage and the other party would not be able to use it. Three hundred people occupied Luanhe City.

Moreover, the battle situation in Riverrun City is tense now. The opponent will never spend too much time entangled with him here. As long as he lets the opponent pass, he will definitely rush to Riverrun City non-stop, and then his life can be saved.

A happy smile appeared on Robb's face. He walked down from his seat and came to Marquis Frey: "I'm glad that we were able to reach a consensus so quickly. It was really a friendly negotiation. You see, we actually don't have to be so stiff."

The old weasel cursed in his heart, but a flattering smile appeared on his face: "You are absolutely right."

"However, I'm still a little worried. After my team crosses the river, you will be on my back road. There are four thousand people. It's really scary, isn't it?"

Marquis Frei quickly promised: "I swear that I will never do anything that dishonors my honor."

Robb didn't accept this trick at all: "You also swore to my grandfather, and now it seems that your oath is no different than the paper in the toilet. So, let your son Steveron Frey go to war with me , and in order to witness our friendship, I will let my Uncle Edmure marry one of your daughters, how about it?"

Marquis Frey just wants to survive now: "Okay, no problem!"

He has an incredible number of sons and daughters, so giving away two is not a problem at all, and he won't feel bad at all.

Robb smiled and said, "As for your four thousand soldiers, I would like to borrow them."

Marquis Frey was extremely sincere: "Okay! Give them all to you, and they will follow you to Riverrun."

That’s weird! As long as you leave Luanhe City, I will have people hunt down you ****!

Robb laughed: "You misunderstood. I am humiliating you here, but I dare not use your people now. Your people should stay in Luanhe City. I will come back to you after I finish taking care of the Regicide." Borrow these four thousand people.”

Ah, what does this little guy mean?

Marquis Frey found that he could not understand the young man in front of him. Every move of the opponent's chess fell in a position that he had not expected. All his initial plans were disrupted, and he followed the opponent's rhythm throughout the whole process.

Is this little guy really only fifteen years old?

But... you are still too young after all. Do you think that the battlefield is child's play? You just want to defeat the regicide with three hundred people?

Marquis Frey was thinking quickly in his mind, war is a matter of massacre, and the boy in front of him doesn't understand the cruelty at all. When he is defeated by the regicide, I will be able to make amends for what happened today. Then I will want the entire history. Buried with the Tucker family!

Robb knew his thoughts well, and this old weasel who was determined to retaliate would definitely not swallow this breath. He gave him another reason to rebel against him.

The plot of the Red Wedding is more important to Robb. It is an excellent event because there is an information gap between himself and his opponent. As long as he can make good use of this information gap, Robb can achieve what he wants.

I hope Uncle Edmure won't mind if he helps him make an engagement in advance. It is said that the old weasel has a pretty good-looking daughter, and his uncle should be satisfied.

When the matter was almost over, Robb smiled and pulled out the dagger stuck in Marquis Frey's foot. Blood spurted out and screams could be heard.

"Order the city gates to be opened to allow my troops to cross the river." Robb looked at this twisted face and felt very happy.

When the wolf cavalry walked neatly across the bridge, Robb also took Marquis Frey to the city gate to join his team.

Sir Steveron Frey also put on his armor and followed the Wolf Cavalry team as agreed.

Marquis Frei was about to cry: "Now... you can let me go now... My feet are still bleeding, and I will die if this continues!"

Robb looked embarrassed: "Logically speaking, I should let you go, but how can I be sure that you won't bring four thousand people to hunt me down?"

"I swear I will never do this!"

"Look, you swore again." Robb slapped the old weasel in the face with the blade of his dagger. "I told you your oaths were worthless."

Marquis Frey cried: "Then...what should I do to make you believe what I said is true."

Robb thought for a while: "Call your other sons, you walk five kilometers with us, and then you can go back to Luanhe City with your sons."

Then, regardless of whether Marquis Frey agreed or not, he threw him to Theon: "Stop the bleeding of his feet, otherwise this old man will die soon."

The wolf riders carried Marquis Frey all the way forward. Robb asked the Frey family to pick up Marquis Frey five kilometers away as agreed.

"Old man, do two things after you go back. Prepare a grand wedding, and get your four thousand people ready to go to war."

Most of the soldiers in Luanhe City are infantry, mainly defensive. With a distance of five kilometers from the cavalry team, it can be basically announced that they will never catch up with Robb's team.

And poor Marquis Frey was punched by Robb before leaving. This punch was enough to make him unconscious for a day and a night. When he woke up and wanted to give orders, the world might have turned upside down.

After crossing the Luan River, the wolf cavalry team had no more obstacles along the way, and they rushed towards Riverrun.

Stevron Frey followed Robb, and he was a little puzzled: "Why do you want me to go with you? My father has many sons, and he doesn't care whether I live or die. It's impossible for you to threaten him with me. And the conditions you talked to my father about, he will never agree to them after you did those things."

Robb rode on the horse, holding the spurs: "It doesn't matter, after I defeat Jaime Lannister and recapture the riverlands, then he will have no say. As for why I want you to follow me, don't you know, the heir to the marquis for sixty years?"

Stevron Frey did not answer Robb directly: "Are you so confident that you can defeat the Kingslayer?"

Robb looked ahead: "I never doubted myself."