The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 295 The imperial commander’s personal expedition

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 295 The imperial commander’s personal expedition

A loud and ear-splitting voice roared from Robert's mouth, and everyone in the royal council looked at the energetic fat king in front of them in surprise.

"Robert, you..."

Old Jon's eyes were slightly moist, as if an old father was happy when he saw his promising child.

During the more than ten years that he served as Hand of the King, he saw with his own eyes that his once excellent adopted son had transformed into the boar king he is today.

It was Robert's unreliability that made Old Jon want to use every possible means to prolong the life of this new kingdom in the last few years of his life.

And Robert's words just now seemed to make him see again the high-spirited young man of the Deer family who led the coalition forces to defeat the Targaryen family on the battlefield!

The eyes of the two younger brothers also had strange expressions. They were also infected by the majesty of the king that Robert exuded just now, so they took the initiative to petition:

"Your Majesty Robert, you are now the ruler of Westeros. Should I still be responsible for leading the expeditionary force?"

"This honor should belong to me, brother Stannis. Don't forget that you are also responsible for the mobilization of Dragonstone and the Royal Navy. Do you still know the witchcraft of clones?"

"Renly, you should not put yourself in danger before leaving an heir!"

…

The two brothers who were quarreling at this time knew that the so-called power to command the army was not actually important. The most important thing was to dispel Robert's idea of ​​​​conquering the army himself.

After all, Westeros has only been stable for a few years now. If anything happens to Robert on the battlefield, the Baratheon family will most likely come to an end!

Even Old Jon looked at Robert, who was still drunk, uneasy, so he, who knew the other man's character well, took the initiative and said:

"Robert, those wildlings are just some miscellaneous troops lacking weapons and armor. Even if they are defeated, there will be no honor at all. A true king will not wield his sword against such a weakling.

And with your brother personally leading the troops into battle, plus the Night's Watch and our reinforcements, you don't actually have to worry about Ned's safety.

After we deal with the threats outside the Great Wall, you can go to Winterfell in person to meet Ned and pay homage to Lyanna."

Old Jon knew very well that only by devaluing the wildlings as worthless would Robert, who was so happy with his success, give up his plan to lead the expedition himself.

Sure enough, after hearing that the threat of the savages was not to be feared and that Ed's safety would not be threatened, Robert's eyes turned cloudy again, and he smacked his mouth full of alcohol and said dissatisfied:

"No one wants me to go to the north. Are you the king or am I the king? Then I won't go."

Seeing that Robert finally gave up his plan to lead the expedition in person, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they no longer needed to worry about the king's safety.

Unfortunately, not everyone takes the king's safety seriously:

"My lords, the Dukes, are right. After all, swords and guns are short-sighted on the battlefield. It would be terrible if a wild man accidentally hurts His Majesty the King by firing a hidden arrow."

Sitting on the edge seat of the Royal Council, Littlefinger Petyr suddenly let out a sigh of emotion, intentionally or unintentionally, which happened to reach the ears of Robert, who was about to turn around and leave.

Hearing Littlefinger’s ‘kind reminder’, Robert, who was already drunk, turned around like an enraged wild boar and shouted to Petyr:

"Petyr, do you think my courage is as courageous as your little finger? How could I be worried about a sneak attack by the wildlings?"

It’s going to be bad!

Seeing Robert's angry and drunken face, Old Jon, who knew the other man's character well, immediately reacted and began to wink at the little finger opposite him, signaling him to stop talking.

However, Littlefinger didn't seem to notice the look in Old Jon's eyes. Instead, he looked like he was frightened by the anger of the angry king, and whispered in fear:

"How could it be? His Majesty the King was once a legendary warrior who defeated Rhaegar Targaryen in a duel. Even now he will not lose to a mere savage..."

I don’t know whether it was intentional or not, but although Littlefinger’s words seemed to be praising Robert’s bravery at first glance, Robert always felt that his dignity had been insulted.

What does it mean to be a legendary warrior in the past?

Isn’t he now a brave and legendary warrior?

"Your Majesty the King, you personally led the army to overthrow the rule of the Mad King of the Targaryen Dynasty. No one in Westeros will doubt your bravery."

Old Jon hurriedly calmed Robert's emotions, and began to vividly describe the opponent's bravery in the battle, trying to calm him down.

However, Robert noticed that Littlefinger was looking at his bulging belly like a pregnant woman with a meaningful look, and couldn't help but roared angrily:

"Needless to say, I will personally lead the army to the Great Wall of Despair. After victory, I will bring back the warhammer with the savage brains stuck on it for you to take a good look at!"

After saying that, he left the royal meeting directly and walked towards the outside of the Red Keep with several of the following Kingsguards, obviously planning to find a blacksmith to make new armor.

Seeing this scene, Old Jon felt dizzy for a while, and then stared at the little finger across the table who was pretending to be innocent with his sharp eyes like an eagle.

Although Petyr's behavior from beginning to end seemed to be that of a timid and fearful finance minister, Old Jon still had a vague sense that he had evil intentions.

He suddenly felt that he didn't seem to recognize this young man who had promoted him personally.

——A few weeks later, King's Row

The King's Road is a 'highway' that connects King's Landing from Storm's End Castle in the Stormlands, and then extends all the way to the Great Wall in the North.

And it was on this avenue that spanned most of Westeros that an army wearing golden sheep robes and black mail armor with uneven ranks was slowly advancing north along the avenue.

At the forefront of this team are hundreds of heavily armored knights wearing plate armor and beige robes. They are the elite knights of the Baratheon family.

At this moment, these knights were holding banners of stags with crowns on their heads, nervously crowding around a fat figure.

This man is none other than King Robert Baratheon, who is preparing to go to the Great Wall in person to fight the wildlings to the death!

Thanks to the day and night work of the blacksmiths and the temptation of the golden dragon, King Robert finally got the plate armor and warhammer he dreamed of, and then led the king's soldiers to the north.

In order to show his full support for his good brother Ned, Robert not only summoned the knights of the Baratheon family, but even took away two thousand "golden robes" from King's Landing!

But obviously, compared to the family guards who swore allegiance to King Robert, those golden robes who went to work only to get off work obviously didn't have much combat effectiveness.

The Golden Robes are the capital garrison who only swear allegiance to the royal family. They are also the law enforcers and official garrison of King's Landing.

Unfortunately, even the farmers and businessmen passing by could see that these arrogant soldiers did not have much combat effectiveness.

I am afraid that except for the intimidating power brought by the gorgeous golden robes on their backs and the spears in their hands, these soldiers recruited from gangsters and common people have no fighting power at all!

But at this time, King Robert could no longer care about these problems, because he had not traveled such a long distance for a long time:

"Ha~ha~ This damn weather is getting colder and colder. Barristan, where are we now?"

King Robert was panting and sitting on his horse. He used to be able to easily ride his horse across the battlefield, but now he only felt the sharp pain of the fat on the inside of his legs being rubbed, and secretly groaned in his heart.

It seems that his body is indeed not as strong as it was when he was young. Maybe he should not refuse to carry a carriage just for the sake of face when he comes to the throne.

"Your Majesty, we have just left Calin Bay and are now heading towards the Severn City of the Severn family. It is expected to take another three days."

The loyal Captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan Selmy, was receiving a map from his entourage, but His Majesty the King was obviously not interested in reading and literacy.

Recalling the howling cold wind and the desperate mountain tribes he had experienced along the way, Robert couldn't help but shrink the bearskin on his back and cursed:

"Seven hells, has that guy Ned always lived in a place like this? This is really a poor, cold, stinky place!"

While Robert kept cursing, a frightened figure on horseback suddenly appeared on the King's Road in the distance, running quickly towards the king's team.

This refugee obviously did not expect to encounter the army here, so he could not help but excitedly waved the broken sword in his hand and shouted:

"Help, help!"

"Stop whoever comes, otherwise we will treat you as an assassin and kill you on the spot!"

Seeing the broken sword in the hands of the fleeing man, the surrounding Baratheon family knights immediately raised their lances and rushed forward, surrounding the opponent.

Seeing this, the young man decisively dropped the weapon in his hand, and then shouted to Robert, who was obviously the leader:

"Sir, I am a guard of the northern caravan. Not far ahead, we were plundered and massacred by a group of heavy cavalry. I was the only one to escape!"

"Seven Gods, has the public security in the North gotten so bad? Even the roadblock knights are so rampant?!"

Looking at the northern guard wearing the direwolf emblem on his chest, Robert couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, obviously not expecting to encounter such a situation.

The so-called roadblock knights are a group of proletarian nobles who rely on their martial arts and weapons and armor to rob passers-by. They often bully passing farmers and caravans.

Normally, if the person being robbed only needs to hand over one-tenth of his or her belongings, the roadblock knights will not bother them too much.

But brazenly plundering caravans like this, and even killing merchants and guards who gave up resistance, are extremely serious and vicious incidents no matter where they are!

Hearing the complaints of the caravan guard, Jaime Lannister, the Kingsguard who had been following Robert silently, couldn't help laughing and mocking:

"It seems that our so-called 'upright' Northern Guardian is not that good either. I heard that he brought an illegitimate child home, and now he can't even protect his own caravan. He is really a coward."

Hearing this, King Robert couldn't help but look at the yawning James angrily, and then sternly reprimanded:

"Shut up, Kingslayer, Ned is not a person who would watch innocent people die tragically without being indifferent. A person with no honor like you has no right to comment on him!"

Robert then grabbed the lance from the hand of a family knight next to him and shouted to Barristan and the knights beside him:

"I am the king of Westeros and the guardian of the Seven Realms. Ned's subjects are also my subjects, so I naturally have the obligation to protect them!

Throw aside those slow and lazy golden robes, knights of Baratheon, and let our wrath crush those bastards who disgrace the name of knights!"

"A prairie fire of rage!"

The Baratheon knights raised their lances high, chanting the motto of the Baratheon family, and followed Robert towards the King's Road ahead.

Watching Robert leading the knights away, Barristan couldn't help but recall the strong man he saw for the first time more than ten years ago, and sighed with admiration:

"Time has really changed a lot of things. I originally thought that King Robert might always be addicted to wine and sex, but I didn't expect that when the crisis really comes, he will be quite reliable."

"Hehehe, maybe it's just for fun. Maybe now he is looking forward to what kind of surprise the northern prostitutes in Winterfell can bring him?"

Compared to Barristan, who was lost in emotion, Jaime sneered and began to sarcastically say that he would not believe that Robert would really change his ways.

In his opinion, this was just Robert's death struggle after his own position was threatened. At most, he could persist for a while before collapsing again.

Hearing this, the surrounding Baratheon knights who had not left immediately looked at James angrily. Even Barristan, who had always been kind, could not help but say angrily:

"I don't know what changes will happen in the future, but at least at this moment, he has kept his promise as the guardian of the Seven Realms, which is much stronger than you, the regicide!"

"What! Do you think I'm not as good as that fat drunkard?"

"Jaime Lannister!"

Hearing that Jaime dared to belittle his king in this way, Barristan, who was already extremely dissatisfied with the regicide, drew his sword angrily, his eyes full of terrifying murderous intent:

"Better not let me hear your blasphemous words against the king again, or I will no longer regard you as my sworn brother!"

"Calm down old man, this is just a simple joke I made."

Facing Barristan's sword pointed at him, James obviously had no intention of fighting with him, so he pointed in the distance in the direction Robert left and said:

"Instead of chatting with me here if you have time, you might as well go see your king and see how his majesty is doing now. Maybe he will be killed by those thugs~"

"snort!"

Hearing that King Robert's safety was at stake, Barristan could only withdraw his sword, and instead rode his horse and galloped away in the direction Robert left.

As a member of the Kingsguard, he has already lost a king due to his poor protection, and he does not want to fail in his duty again!

James, on the other hand, followed the golden-robed team leisurely, and at the same time smiled at the commander of the Capital Guard next to him:

"It must be tiring to face such a serious person every day, right?"

"Isn't it? He is the first person I have seen who has trouble with money."

The Commander of the Capital Guard, Genos, also responded to James' inquiry with a smile. After all, the other party came from the richest family on the continent and was completely worthy of his favor.

In this way, 2,000 golden robes who were originally responsible for protecting the king's safety began to march slowly on the King's Avenue, not caring about the king's life or death.

(End of chapter)