Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

"Kill! It's your good luck to meet these bastards who have no masters. Now they will be in bad luck!"

At the edge of the woods near Oak Hall, two groups were fighting.

The team holding the black and white wild boar flag had the upper hand. They launched a surprise attack on the team in the woods. Their numbers and equipment were superior, and they quickly defeated the opponent.

Ser Burton Craher rode excitedly up and down the battlefield, one soldier after another falling beneath his iron hooves.

He is the younger brother of Earl Kraihe in the West. He is currently burning, killing and looting in the Riverlands on the orders of Lord Tywin.

Burton Craher has burned five villages, and dozens of people have died under his sword. What he loves to hear most is the screams of women being raped in front of everyone.

Of course, the sounds they make when they are dismembered are also beautiful.

The beauty of both is equal.

Originally, Sir Burton Craher was planning to continue looting the next village, but he found an unexpected surprise in the woods.

There was a group of armed troops hiding in the woods. He originally thought they were some bandits and bandits, but unexpectedly they turned out to be the most wanted criminals wanted by Lord Tywin: the Brotherhood Without Banners.

On the battlefield, a man wearing a red robe and looking like a monk was running around, calling for brothers who could still fight.

He shouted as he ran: "No, we can't defeat them, retreat!"

A soldier shouted: "Damn it, they killed Boss Berry, I want revenge for Boss Berry!"

The red-robed monk grabbed the soldier and said, "Go back first and then think of a solution! You can only die if you go now, how can you avenge Berry?"

"But where should we retreat? They are surrounded by their people."

"Retreat to Oak Hall. The lady should allow us to take refuge there. Their territory was looted by the Lannister family. We have a common enemy!"

The soldier looked sad: "It's useless to go to Oak Hall. Their people have been dragged to Riverrun to fight. The Magic Mountain knows we are here and will bring people to Oak Hall right away!"

The red-robed monk was furious: "Fuck the Magic Mountain! Have you forgotten our oath? We are fighting for the farmers of the Riverlands. If you go to die now, are you going to break your oath?"

Encouraged by the red-robed monks, many soldiers regained their fighting spirit. They quickly united together and prepared to find weak spots for the enemy to break out.

The red-robed monk saw several soldiers dragging a corpse: "It's important to retreat, but you are still carrying a corpse?"

The soldiers touched the blood on their faces and said, "This is the body of Boss Berry. We can't leave him here for the enemy to destroy.

The red-robed monk was stunned for a moment: "Okay, you go in the middle."

The members of the Brotherhood Without Banners began to gather as many companions as possible and began to retreat.

Sir Burton Craher noticed this small group, which was one of the few that could still be assembled. During a rout, the more groups that could be assembled, the more they would break up.

As long as the other party runs for their lives, there will never be a threat.

"Go on, kill them! Capture their leader. Lord Tywin's bounty is enough for us to have fun in the best yard in King's Landing for a whole day!"

Dozens of cavalrymen followed their boss and charged towards the small group led by the red-robed monk.

The red-robed monk roared in despair: “Damn it!

When the cavalry pursues the scattered infantry, it is already a two-level battle. The cavalry has absolute crushing strength.

In the blink of an eye, Burton Krech led his men into the fleeing team. Watching his teammates fall one after another, the red-robed monk's eyes instantly became bloodshot.

He slapped his sword over and over again.

"Damn it, burn it, why don't you burn it!"

"Lord of Light, why can't I get a response from you?"

"Why can't I, like everyone else, see the future in flames and add flames to my sword?!"

"Why am I the only one who... can't do anything?!"

The red-robed monk fell into despair, not because the battle was irreversible and his soldiers fell one after another, but because his long-standing faith completely collapsed at this moment.

He has always wondered why he could not show the miracle of the Lord of Light.

Now that he was at the critical moment of life and death, he still did not feel any response from the Lord.

Damn it!

Is it all coming to an end?

"Sir, what are you doing? Retreat!"

"You guys go quickly, I'll come to the rear!"

"We can't let Lord Berry's body be left on the battlefield. Come here, everyone!"

The pulling and yelling of his companions pulled the red-robed monk out of his confusion and allowed him to see the current situation clearly.

Although the soldiers were scattered by Burton Craher's cavalry, many soldiers still gathered here.

Some people do it to escape, some people do it for honor.

still have a chance!

You can't give up!

If God doesn’t respond, rely on yourself!

At the critical moment, the survival instincts infected each other, and a little energy actually burst out, making the people of the Brotherhood without Flags more and more courageous. People who originally fled in all directions actually took the initiative to come closer after seeing this scene.

The red-robed monk staggered to his feet, struggled to identify the direction, and then led the people to rush towards the Oak Hall.

On both sides of the team, many spearmen took the initiative to stand up, raising their spears high, ready to fight against the cavalry that might rush over at any time, and to protect the teammates in the middle from harm.

But they were too few in number, and the cavalry still had bows and arrows to use, so they fell very quickly.

"Damn it, where are the archers? Shoot them!"

Someone in the team couldn't stand it, so he picked up a bow and arrow and shot at the cavalry.

Because it was basically impossible to hit a moving target while running. Everyone just shot randomly to scare the enemy.

"My lord, there are too many cavalry!"

"I know! Damn it, I'm thinking of a way!" The red-robed monk hit the weapon hard.

He wanted to set the weapon on fire, so that he could scare off the horse and make it dare not chase him again.

But no matter what he did, the weapon had no reaction.

"Damn it, how did those witches do it? Why can't I do it?"

The red-robed monk was so angry that he cursed: "Mad! Lord, answer me!"

Awoo!

At this moment, a wolf's howl suddenly came from outside the battlefield.

Then the people of the Brotherhood Without Banners heard the thundering sound of horses running, and they looked in the direction of the sound in a daze.

A team holding direwolf flags appeared on the outskirts of the forest.

After a short reorganization, they silently charged towards Burton Crake's team.

A young man with blue eyes and reddish-brown hair led the way, followed by a huge direwolf.

On his way, all enemies were no match for him, and the direwolf bit anyone who tried to attack him to death.

In just a few breaths, the boy rushed to the red monk.

The red monk looked at the boy, and the dazzling sunlight made him unable to see the boy's appearance.

But his voice was very powerful, even on the battlefield where the sound of fighting was deafening, he could clearly hear what the boy said.

"What happened to your god?"