Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

In the center of the gathering of beauties, in a building that should have been a bakery, the soldiers of the Karstark family lit a fire for the owner of the house, and the wooden boards of life were removed from the building not far away.

After that chaotic and bloody night that countless people didn't want to remember, their team got separated from His Majesty Robb Stark's team. They had no choice but to cover Rickard Castaer, who was seriously injured and unconscious. Count Croton fled north.

They did not dare to take the main road, because any blatant marching behavior might be attacked by the valley cavalry. This team of more than 200 people at the time of departure went all the way north. Due to wound infection, attacks, etc., they arrived at the Beauty Collection. By the time, there were only about seventy people left, and almost everyone was injured.

They had no guide and carefully avoided the enemy. On the way, Lord Rickard Karstark woke up once and told the soldiers to go towards the Twins.

While passing by the Gathering of Beauties, Lord Karstark, who had been suffering from a high fever, woke up, so the team paused their march and rested for a while at the Gathering of Beauties, waiting for Lord Karstark to recover before continuing northward.

The bonfire was roaring, and the crackling sound of burning wood kept echoing in the ears of Lord Rickard Karstark, who was sitting next to him.

"Sir... Ivan, I haven't been back for a long time. We sent people to look for him, but we couldn't find him. I don't know where this kid has gone."

Rickard Karstark's personal guard came over and interrupted the lord's thoughts.

With a slight eyebrow raised, Count Karstark came back to his senses and thought about who Ivan was. Soon, he remembered that he was a very young boy from Cahor City, and his father should be a shoemaker in the city.

"What's going on? Beauty Collection is such a big place, where did you send him to be a sentry?"

"Um...it's in the southernmost part of Meirenji Town. There is a low bush there. He was there to warn about the situation in the south. We went to see him, but he was missing and there was no sign of a fight."

His thick, black, dusty eyebrows wrinkled. Rickard Karstark felt that something was wrong, but the lack of signs of a fight made him feel that there was no need to overreact.

"Go and have a look again. Remember, be careful. I don't know where this kid has gone. Find him quickly. It's impossible for a living person to disappear out of thin air."

"Yes sir."

The guard agreed, and just as he was about to leave, he heard a soldier shouting in terror from outside:

"Cavalry! Cavalry! A large group of cavalry!"

"Go and inform the Lord!"

"Damn it, where is my armor? Hurry up, put it on and prepare to face the enemy!"

…

In the chaos, Count Rickard Karstark heard the rumble of horse hooves. This sound was extremely familiar to him. After all, that night not long ago, this was the bell that sounded the death of the northern army.

Count Rickard Karstark stood up directly with his sword in his hand. It seemed that the bastards from the valley had already chased him. They were planning to kill him. How abominable!

The guards rushed into the bakery and came to Count Karstark. They held him up and walked outside, shouting:

"Quickly, my lord, let's go first. We will take you north. This is not far from the Twins. Lord Wyman Mandalay is there!"

This is true, the old man is indeed there. As the former lord of White Harbor, he, a so-called northerner, has become more and more unruly.

This is something that the nobles of the North and the Riverlands understand tacitly from top to bottom. After all, the strength of the Mandalay family has expanded greatly. At this juncture when war is everywhere, no one will be stupid enough to do it. Mess with them.

Karstark cursed, but didn't struggle too much. It wasn't that he was a coward, but that he really couldn't be caught by these people from the valley, because a noble like him was caught and wanted to be ransomed, which was the price he had to pay. Not too small.

He didn't know how many nobles were captured in the battle north of Harrenhal. It's hard to say. It was a big defeat. He would rather these nobles die than be caught by Lannister or the Vale people. .

They staggered towards the bridge northeast of Beauty Collection. Their three war horses were also tied there. As long as they rode across the bridge, they would have a chance to escape.

But just outside the town, Earl Rickard Karstark stopped, because the opponent's cavalry had already surrounded them from both sides, surrounding them in this place.

"Sir... that flag seems to be... it seems to be the golden halberd mermaid flag of Twin River City... is it Lord Weiman?"

Rickard Karstark was thinking about how to kill himself. When he heard these words, he suddenly looked at the flag tied behind the leading cavalry. Sure enough, as the bodyguard said, it was the familiar golden halberd mermaid flag.

That is to say...

Is this one of our own?

…

Twenty minutes later, it was still the same bakery. Lord Rickard Karstark was leaning on the straw mat, looking at Clay Manderly in front of him reaching out to warm the fire. The excitement in his heart was indescribable.

This defeat was an unmitigated and heavy blow to him, a nobleman who followed Duke Eddard Stark into battle and went south with King Robb Stark.

During the expedition, the Karstark family's army was almost in full force, and almost all of the elites who supported the Karstark family were lost in the battle of Harrenhal. It can be said that the Karstark family's vitality was severely damaged.

Now, Clay Manderly, the young commander of the Northern Army, finally appeared in front of him, and Rickard Karstark finally let out a long breath.

In fact, Rickard did not approve of Robb Stark's behavior of underestimating the enemy and directly leading the entire army south to Harrenhal from the beginning. According to him, this was called leaving the wolf's tail to the hunters. pull.

However, Robb Stark was the king, and as his vassal, Rickard Stark couldn't directly disobey his orders, so he could only bite the bullet and follow the king south.

In fact, before the raid, the Northern Army had received news of a large army mobilization near the Blood Gate, and many nobles asked Robb Stark to step up their vigilance to prevent any eventuality.

But Robb Stark insisted that the people of the valley and his aunt Lysa Tully could not betray him. The people below dared to be angry but dared not speak out. The two sides broke up on bad terms. Within a few days, a raid took place. battle.

Therefore, I have to say that Rickard Karstark is actually very dissatisfied with Robb Stark.

Again, in this kind of aristocratic system, the prestige of the king or the guardian duke is far inferior to that of a top-down autocratic country. Maybe if a battle is lost, the king or the duke will have internal troubles. Problem.

In comparison, the emperor in an empire can bear much higher risks than these kings or dukes.

"Tell me, how could you fight like this? An army of 20,000 people was slaughtered like pigs. The aloof King in the North is now besieged by Lannister in Harrenhal. You, a dignified earl, are hiding in a narrow and damp place. Lingering in a bakery?"

Clay threw a handful of firewood into the fire, turned to look at Rickard Karstark who was sitting by the fire, and asked calmly.

Rickard came back to his senses and closed his eyes slightly. He actually didn't want to recall the sudden attack at all, but he had no choice, Clay Mandler asked himself, he had to say.

"Sigh... At that time, our army was stationed only fifty miles north of Harrenhal. It was already very late and we would definitely not be able to reach Harrenhal, so His Majesty Robert ordered the army to camp where it was."

"We did as we were told. Everyone thought that we would be able to reach Harrenhal early tomorrow morning anyway. As long as we enter Harrenhal, no one can do anything to us. After all, there are 20,000 of us."

Clay sarcastically said:

"The darkness is most intense before dawn. It is really stupid to relax at this time."

"Yeah, stupid."

Earl Karstark did not deny it, but nodded a little lonely.

"After the army set up camp, they suddenly heard that the Lannister had been driven out of King's Landing. Everyone was very happy and thought that victory was not far away."

"As long as we go south and bite the dying lion, we can avenge Lord Eddard Stark."

"However...that night, the Valley People's cavalry came..."

Earl Karstark closed his eyes. He really didn't want to remember, but sometimes, he couldn't help it.

With a slightly trembling tone, Rickard Karstark said slowly:

"Thousands of horses are galloping, the whole ground is shaking, their attack has begun..."