Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

"Your Majesty, we..."

Greenbeard was speechless, but he was actually hoping for the best.

Robb had been dealing with the matter of being crowned king these days, so he mixed these Tyroshi mercenaries with the wolf riders, blurring their identities.

'We are mercenaries who cut down the Lannister flag and switched to the Stark family. Now we are the mercenaries of the Stark family, not prisoners. '

Robb found it funny to see that all the mercenaries here had this idea.

Maybe other lords would turn a blind eye, and some people would even think that the mercenaries' ideas were right.

But Robb didn't think so!

You were enemies at first, and then you surrendered, so you were surrendered generals.

Since you are surrendered generals, I have the power to deal with you.

In Westeros, any idea is acceptable, but power is never based on legal principles, but on strength.

Robb's current strength and power determine that he can deal with these mercenaries in any way he wants.

You are the plasticine in my hands. I can knead and play with you however I want. If you don't accept it, you can try to reason with me.

However, my reason may, perhaps, be much greater than yours.

Strength is power.

"Wake them up. They must memorize what I say next before tonight."

After Robb gave the order to the wolf riders, they quickly found buckets of cold water and poured them on the heads of the mercenaries. The cold stimulation quickly restored their minds.

"First, from now on, you are not mercenaries, but my wolf riders."

"Second, ask the seniors around you and understand clearly what my orders mean in the battlefield and the barracks."

After saying this, Robb didn't care about the mercenaries lying on the ground. Oh no, whether the wolf riders could remember it was no longer a matter for a king to worry about.

His subordinates would help him do this.

What he had to do was to manage the system and regulations of the team.

"Little Jon, Greenbeard, you divide these people into teams of ten, four wolf riders from the North and six wolf riders from Tyrosh. Give me the list after you're done."

"Set the military ranks. Each team of ten will have a captain and a vice-captain. The captain will be chosen by themselves, and the vice-captain will be appointed by the captain."

"Every ten teams of ten will be integrated into a hundred. The team will have a centurion and two deputies. I will personally select the candidates from the ten deputies."

"You two will each be responsible for a hundred. After the team is organized, bring qualified people to see me."

The number of wolf riders does not need to be too large. Robb plans to stop expanding the team when it reaches 1,000.

However, the division and discipline of the entire team must be in their best state.

It took two hours for Robb to finally meet many candidates for centurions.

After some investigation, Robb selected several centurions and deputies. The candidates for centurions are basically nobles from the North, and Robb knows them best.

Little Jon, Eddard Karstark, Daisy Mormont (the heir of Maggie of Bear Island), Clay Severn, only Greenbeard is a centurion from Tyroshi.

Among the centurion lieutenants, the ratio of Tyroshi and Northerners is not much different. Robb pays attention to bravery and selects those who have performed well in the fight just now.

Robb looked at several centurions: "Your fathers are the earls I rely on most. I hope you can also show the bravery of your fathers in the wolf cavalry team."

"Offer loyalty to His Majesty, long live the North!" Several people said in unison, making Greenbeard, who was not clear about the slogan, a little embarrassed.

Robb took out a few notes: "You must restrain your soldiers. This is the training schedule I arranged for you. You must maintain discipline during training time and strictly follow orders."

The five centurions took a glance and found that in addition to basic physical training, there were also cultural studies, including numerology, astronomy and geography. What are these things for?

Although puzzled, they did not raise any opinions.

Just do what His Majesty asked.

Robb thought about this training plan for a long time, and finally decided to adopt a modern military management method, with the execution strength between university military training and formal troops.

And the captain system is an evolution of the squad leader system. In the future, Robb will also conduct some team evaluations to let them compete internally and form a benign stimulus.

Robb continued to improve the formation of the wolf cavalry: "Tell the people below that the soldiers in the north can leave the wolf cavalry after serving me for one year, or they can choose to continue serving me for another year. If they are willing to stay with me forever, I allow them to swear allegiance to me."

"As for the Tyroshis, considering their identity, they must serve me for three years before they can leave, and then they will be treated the same as the soldiers in the north."

"Those who run away before the deadline will be beheaded like deserters of the Night's Watch."

Greenbeard quickly half-knelt on the ground: "Thank you for your kindness."

Robb waved his hand: "Okay, pack up, we'll leave immediately."

Robb's goal this time was to go to Luanhe City, but on the way he would clear out some bandits and robbers roaming in the riverlands as training for the wolf cavalry.

Greenbeard stepped forward, looking embarrassed: "Your Majesty, some people are seriously injured and may not be able to immediately..."

Robb waved his hand, indicating that he knew.

Robb stood up and walked to the middle of the numbered wolf riders, and all eyes were focused on him.

Bending down, Robb's left hand showed a gentle but extremely bright golden light.

Two circular halos interwoven with mysterious runes appeared under Robb's feet, flowing slowly and spreading outward quickly.

Around Robb, golden light spots appeared, like tiny meteors, circling and wandering.

Then the dreamlike scene quietly broke, but everyone present could feel that there was a warm air flowing along their torso.

Robb stood up, as if nothing had happened.

But the wolf riders were surprised to find something different from before.

"I...my wound has healed!"

"I'm not bleeding anymore!"

"My arm can move again!"

"Miracle!"

"Long live!"

[King's Recovery]

[Can include the surrounding friendly characters and greatly restore blood volume. ]

This is a prayer spell that consumes a lot of energy. Robb had already exhausted his mental power by killing people before, and he had enough mental power to perform it after recovering for a while.

Although the old men in the wolf riders had seen Robb perform miracles several times, the newcomers saw it for the first time.

The shock they felt was incomparable.

In such a feudal era, a person could heal hundreds of people at a time, which was exactly what they thought God looked like!

From this moment on, countless Tyroshi people had worshipped Robb as a god in their hearts!

If a person does things, has abilities, and looks like the god they imagine.

Then he is a god!

"Long live the King of the North!"

"Long live the King of the North!"

In the wolf riders' camp, the shouts were extremely consistent this time.