Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

When Robb's wolf cavalry arrived at Luanhe City, the situation was very different from last time.

The gates of Luanhe City were wide open, and the intersection in front was kept spotless.

Several cavalrymen wore neat and solemn armor, holding flags with blue twin towers embroidered on a gray and white background.

After seeing the flag of the Wolf Cavalry, the cavalrymen rolled off their horses and ran towards Robb.

"Long live the King in the North! Your Majesty Robb, we are waiting here at my father's command, just to show his humblest loyalty."

"Long live your Majesty Robb! My father asked me to tell you: Please forgive me, King of the North, I am unable to go out to greet him because I am seriously ill."

Seeing his brothers in such embarrassment, Steveron Fry felt angry and amused.

My father is very aware of current affairs.

He was able to recognize the situation so quickly and showed the most humble attitude.

Seeing Robb sitting on the horse without speaking, Steveron Frey stepped forward and said, "Stop talking about these useless things. Your Majesty wants to see my father."

"Yes! Your Majesty, my father is already waiting for you in the living room where we met last time!"

Robb didn't say anything and swaggered into Luanhe City with his men.

After entering the castle, everyone would subconsciously lower their heads when they saw Robb and the wolf cavalry behind him, not daring to look at each other.

The people who entered the drawing room with Robb were Steve Lun, the heir to the Frey family, and the Mountain.

When the huge and terrifying body of the Magic Mountain was carried in by several people, Robb could clearly feel that almost everyone in Luanhe City stopped breathing.

They had long heard that Robb, King of the North, had fought several victorious battles in the Riverlands, but they did not expect that Robb could capture the Mountain and skin him.

They discovered to their horror that the Mountain was not even dead yet.

He was tied to a spear and howled in pain, causing phantom pain to everyone who saw him.

Life is worse than death!

Marquis Walder Frey is also different from his arrogance last time.

He did not sit on the high throne before, but sat down at the bottom with a humble expression.

Seeing Robb coming, he showed an excited expression: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being able to salute. Please sit at the top."

Robb quite admired the old weasel. It was not easy for such a big man to be so shameless.

But based on Robb's understanding of the old weasel, although this man's face was cautious, he was definitely not holding anything back.

Robb waved his hand and asked his men to place the spear tied to the Magic Mountain next to the old weasel, and then naturally sat on the huge black oak chair, which was the high seat of Luanhe City.

The huge body of the Demon Mountain exudes a thick smell of blood, and its feeble wails are mixed with some curses.

These things made the old Marquis Frey, who was half-undressed and lying in the ground, almost vomit.

The Wolf Cavalry filed in and lined up around the living room.

The murderous aura and bloody energy on their bodies was looming, making everyone in the Frey family feel terrified.

Old Marquis Frey was almost going crazy: This is my Luanhe City! mine! How dare you do this in the master's house?

However, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he complimented with a shy face: "Your Majesty was able to capture the Demon Mountain at such a young age. He is indeed a great being rarely seen in history!"

There was no way, now that Robb's power was at its peak, it was no longer the same situation as when he asked him to cross the river.

The entire North and the Riverlands followed Robb's lead. A total of 30,000 people obeyed Robb's orders, and the Lannisters even withdrew their troops.

Now Robb can do whatever he wants in the North and the Riverlands!

For example, the siege of Luanhe City and the elimination of the Frey family.

Although removing a noble was a big deal, it was because of what Old Frey had done before and because of Robb's now peak reputation.

The rest of the nobles would not object even if they were dissatisfied.

These are the fundamental reasons for old Marquis Frey's fear and shrinkage.

Robb waved his hand and motioned for Steveron Frey to come and stand next to him.

Steveron is like Robb's bodyguard, wearing armor and holding weapons, guarding Robb dutifully.

The old Marquis Frei saw that his son was completely out of his control, and he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Robb did not intend to tangle with the old weasel for too long: "Old Marquis, I am here to fulfill my promise. Call all your daughters. I want to choose a more beautiful aunt for my uncle. ”

The old weasel nodded immediately: "This is my honor! Quick! Call those women out! Damn it, you all move faster!"

Steveron Frey frowned: "Father, Your Majesty is still here. Please be careful when you speak and don't be too vulgar."

The old weasel's face froze. If Robb hadn't been here, he would have cursed his son.

When did my son dare to educate me?

Do you still want to hit me in the future?

Is it ridiculous for a son to beat me?

Even though he was filled with rage, the old weasel's expression quickly returned to normal: "Ah, yes, it's my problem. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Robb waved his hand very generously: "It doesn't matter. The old Marquis is old after all. We should be more tolerant to the elderly."

The Frey women came in, and Robb stepped down from the high seat and began to look carefully for the Frey woman who was rumored to be the most beautiful.

When Uncle Edmure heard about the marriage with the Frey family, his sad face almost scared the children on the street.

When I send that beautiful woman over, Uncle Edmure will start to show his love.

While looking at the women, Robb casually talked to the old weasel.

"Lord Frey, I heard that my grandfather called you the late Lord Frey because when he led the Riverlands to help King Robert against the Mad King, you were the only one who came late and waited until the battle was almost over."

The old weasel had a layer of cold sweat on his back: "This... this is..."

"I think this nickname is not wrong. Look, my grandfather summoned you to attack the Westerly again, and you are late again. Now these four thousand people are still eating and drinking in your castle, while other people in the Riverlands are fighting desperately."

The old weasel quickly expressed his loyalty: "Your Majesty, I am willing to lead these four thousand people to the battle, and I will never break my promise!"

Robb chuckled: "Hahahaha, the old marquis is really like a good sword that has been old for a long time. He still wants to go to the battlefield at this age."

Speaking of this, Robb suddenly paused, with a puzzled expression on his face, and then looked at Lord Frey.

"Hey, old Marquis, you have experienced the war against the Mad King, and you have so many children, so you must be quite old, right? Are you over a hundred years old?"

The old weasel was also stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Your Majesty, I... I am over ninety this year, not even a hundred."

Robb was puzzled: "Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"