The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 308 Resurrection, mine

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 308 Resurrection, my...

"What should we do, uncle? Do we agree to Governor Dario's proposal?"

Several small rafts were moving hard on the constantly choppy sea, and on the lead boat were the poor Greyjoy uncles and nephews: Yara and Victarion.

Due to Victarion's previous desecration of the Black Ark, Daario confiscated the two's longship as an apology, and only allowed them and the crew to leave the Black Ark on a small raft.

Facing the mace of Pendor's auxiliary army, these crew members happily left their longship that had been sailing for many years, and then drove off to Pyke Island in a small boat.

Victarion was sitting alone on the bow of the boat at the moment. After hearing Yara's inquiry behind him, he could only hammer his head in frustration and said:

"Oh, it's all because of me being obsessed with money that we are now like this. Now that the entire Iron Fleet has been wiped out, I don't know if Brother Baron will chop off my head and use it as a bowl."

You must know that the Iron Fleet is an important barrier for the Iron Islands to ensure the security of the islands, allowing the Ironborn to plunder unscrupulously without fear of retaliation.

But now that they have lost the protection of this fleet, the forces that were once plundered by the Ironborn are bound to launch bloody revenge on the Iron Islands!

Yara naturally understood this, so she could only comfort her with difficulty:

"Let's leave this problem to my father. After all, if you succumb to a power as powerful as the elves, it's not really that difficult.

Uncle, think about it, these once unheard-of elves are now coming to Westeros across the vast sea and bringing so many troops with them, they must have some plot against this continent!

If we can use this opportunity to make profits for the Iron Islands, maybe we can also occupy a real piece of land for the Greyjoy family!"

Speaking of this, Yara couldn't help but show a touch of excitement on her face. After all, being able to occupy a piece of land on the continent has always been the dream of the Greyjoy family.

The ironborn have long been dissatisfied with living in the difficult conditions of the Iron Islands. If Balon hadn't suppressed many ironborn with his iron fist and belief in the Drowned God, the rebellion would have already come!

But if those elves are really willing to give up a piece of land as a reward for the ironborn's loyalty, then not to mention the ironborn, even Yara is willing to be loyal to the elves.

Ha, you mean the Iron Fleet?

You already have your own land on the road, so why do you need an iron fleet?

"Hey... I just hope that my brother can be more sensible and not conflict with those elves right away."

Victarion sighed silently. After all, he saw with his own eyes the tens of thousands of armored warriors on the Black Ark who were ready to attack. This was not a force that the Iron Islands could fight against.

I just hope that my brother will not be so reckless and lead the Greyjoy family to an irreversible end...

————The North, Winterfell

As a large castle used to accommodate northerners through the long cold winter, Winterfell is not a splendid town, but it can still be considered warm and comfortable.

However, now, the golden robes crowded on the outskirts of the city have made the entire city smoky, exuding a faint stench like a king's landing.

And what's worse is that these 'high-class people' from the capital seem to particularly look down on the barbaric northerners, and even have conflicts with the soldiers of the Stark family.

The people were complaining, but at this moment the nobles of Winterfell had no time to deal with these messes, because there was a more important thing before them:

It seems that His Majesty the King can no longer hold on any longer!

In the castle, Barristan came to King Robert's ward on crutches, then grabbed a balding old man who was making potion and asked:

"Maester Luwin, may I ask how the King is doing with his injuries? When will he wake up?"

"My dear Sir, this is your third inquiry today. I think what you need to do most now is to find a place to sit down and have a good rest."

Maester Luwin felt helpless as Barristan's left leg kept shaking, then shook his head with regret and said:

"His Majesty the King's situation is not optimistic. Although the ice spear that pierced into His Majesty's body did not damage his vital organs, it still frostbited His Majesty's internal organs, causing His Majesty's body temperature to alternate between hot and cold.

Although I was able to temporarily delay the progression of the injury with medication, this was not a long-term situation after all, and he could only rely on himself to survive.

The only thing we can do now is to pray for His Majesty the King..."

After saying that, Maester Luwin turned and left His Majesty the King's room. He had to instruct Bran and Rickon to learn aristocratic etiquette, and it was impossible to spend all day in the King's room.

Looking at Maester Luwin's retreating back, Barristan's face was full of regret, and all that came to mind was the scene when Robert was injured trying to save himself.

"I, the Kingsguard, have really neglected my duty. I failed to protect the king twice in a row, and even allowed the king to be injured because of me..."

Barristan couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his face, and then walked towards Robert's room on crutches, preparing to visit the seriously injured king.

However, when he arrived at the door of King Robert's ward, the regret on his face was immediately replaced by anger:

"You are so brave. Jinpao actually dares to drink while on duty. Get up and drive this guy away!"

At this time, Jaime was seen wearing a noble plate armor, standing at the door of Robert's room like a proud knight, as if he was a meritorious minister who successfully rescued the king.

Beside him, there were several golden robes that smelled of alcohol and were leaning precariously against the wall. Their hazy eyes made Barristan want to kill these derelict bastards immediately.

.

With King Robert in a coma and the commander of the City Guard, Janos, having been hanging out in brothels and bars, no one can manage them.

After seeing Barristan on crutches, James leisurely came to Barristan with a cowhide wine bag, raised his eyebrows and said frivolously:

"Ah~ It turns out to be our fearless Ser Barristan. I didn't expect you to still stay in Winterfell. I thought you would leave in despair because you were saved by Robert~"

"The belated regicide, you have no right to stand in this place, get out of the king's room immediately!"

Faced with Jaime's provocation, Barristan did not hesitate to choose what he thought was the easiest way to deal with it:

Draw your sword!

Brush~

The sword shimmering with cold light was pulled out from Barristan's waist, and then swung out from Barristan's hand like lightning across the sky, slashing at James who was not far away.

In his opinion, the reason why King Robert was injured in the previous battle with the Wild Hunt Elves was entirely because Jaime's reinforcements were too slow!

"Lannister is a naturally evil brat, and I will do it myself...!"

"Well done!"

Seeing Barristan rushing towards him on one foot, James, who was drunk and drunk, excitedly drew his sword and was ready for a life-or-death showdown with Barristan.

In a previous martial arts tournament, this old man who was nearly sixty years old knocked James to the ground with just three charges. This was a shame that he could not shake off.

But now, he can finally wash away this shame with his own hands...?

"stop!"

Just when the two were about to meet in battle, there was a furious roar, followed by a giant sword that continued to exude cold air and fell from the side.

Seeing this, the two could only choose to stop, and then watched helplessly as their swords were instantly split into pieces by the huge force falling from the sky!

Seeing this scene, James' drunkenness immediately dissipated, and then he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, looked at the giant sword on the visitor's waist and exclaimed:

"It is indeed the Valyrian steel sword that has been passed down by the Stark family for thousands of years. This kind of strength is really terrifying~"

"Stop your frivolous attitude, Regicide, do you want the door to His Majesty's chamber to be stained with blood?"

The visitor was none other than Eddard, who had rushed back to Winterfell in advance. Originally, he had planned to stay on the Great Wall to deal with and monitor the Druchi elves' army, while waiting for Stannis' reinforcements.

However, the raven sent by Maester Luwin forced him to return early. After all, King Robert's life was related to the stability of the Seven Kingdoms, and was definitely more important than the appearance of the Druchi elves.

And...it's actually an elf again!

Ever since he learned that Robert was injured by a group of pointy-eared elves wearing skeleton armor, Eddard immediately realized that the other party was an elf from the Wild Hunt.

Now he only feels that he hates the word elf more than ever before!

James was keenly aware of the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Ed. After weighing it for a moment, he decisively spread his hands in a gesture of surrender and said:

"Okay, okay, why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

"I don't have time to fool around with you here. Ser Barristan, could you please come with me into His Majesty's chambers?"

"My pleasure, Lord Eddard."

As they spoke, the two of them crossed over the drunken gold robes who were shivering in the corner, and entered Robert's ward under James' complicated gaze.

...in the room

The air was filled with the disgusting strong smell of herbs and blood, and the continuously burning stove next to it made the room with the sealed windows look like a big furnace.

Looking at Robert, who was covered with several layers of thick eiderdown quilts on the hospital bed, with his mouth open and panting like a dying fish, Ed couldn't help but ask the red-faced attendant in the room:

"Why don't you open the windows for ventilation? Does Maester Luwin have any special concerns?"

"Yes, sir, because the icicle in His Majesty's body seems to possess some kind of magic and has no sign of dissipating, His Majesty's body temperature is very unstable.

The bachelor has given special care that the fire must be kept strong at all times and the medicine must be taken on time. The rest can only be waited for the blessings of the gods."

After saying this, the squire picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire, while not forgetting to wipe Robert's forehead with a wet towel.

Looking at Robert who was unconscious on the bed, Barristan closed his eyes in pain, and then whispered to Ed next to him:

"At that time, my leg was stabbed by an ice spike summoned by magic. I could only watch His Majesty the King fall in front of me..."

"It's not your fault, Sir Barristan. Those Wild Hunt elves are a race that is good at magic. They are creatures from another world, and their strength cannot be underestimated."

As a good brother who had played with Robert since childhood, Eddard's heart was also full of pain when facing Robert lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

God be damned, how serious sins have we humans committed to deserve this suffering!

Thinking of this, Ed couldn't help but sit on the chair next to Robert's bed, and then told Barristan all the information he knew.

He is very irritable now, so he desperately hopes that a resourceful person can help him analyze the current situation, such as his adoptive father Jon Arryn.

Unfortunately, even if ravens could fly in the air day and night, letters from the North to Winterfell would still take at least a month to travel back and forth.

Therefore, Barristan, who has a glorious heart, naturally became one of his few choices.

"I feel a little dizzy, Lord Ed. The news you mentioned is really... disturbing."

After learning the ins and outs of all this from Ed's mouth, even Barristan, who was respected as the 'Fearless', felt waves in his heart.

The sudden appearance of the White Walkers, the two elven forces from another world, and even the legendary Children of the Forest and the Three-Eyed Raven all appeared in the real world. It was like a fairy tale.

However, this story comes from the mouth of Duke Eddard Stark, who is famous for his honesty and trustworthiness!

Looking at Barristan who was lost in thought, Ed carefully took out three crimson pills from his arms, then gently untied the bandage on Robert's chest and said:

"I can foresee that chaos is coming, Sir Barristan. If the kingdom cannot survive this crisis safely, it will inevitably suffer heavy losses in the long night that follows!"

"Yes, Lord Ed...what are you doing?!"

Barristan, who was still looking emotional, noticed the movements of Ed's hands, and then hurriedly stepped forward to warn:

"Please do not open His Majesty the King's bandage casually. It has been soaked in a potion carefully prepared by Maester Luwin, which will be of great benefit to His Majesty the King's recovery."

"That may be true, but who knows how long it will be before Robert wakes up? Maybe a few weeks, but what if it takes longer?

This is the magic medicine given to me by the three elven kings. It is said to have the ability to bring the dead back to life. I even saw with my own eyes that someone's severed arm could regenerate!

Robert, the kingdom cannot wait any longer, you must wake up as soon as possible!"

After that, Eddard, under Barristan's horrified gaze, forcefully pulled out the ice spike on Robert's chest.

Phew~

I saw blood splashing out from Robert's chest like a gush of spring water, immediately turning Robert's body, which had only a trace of blood left, into a pale white color!

"Resurrection, my best friend~~"

Along with Ed's devout prayer, three rebirth pills were quickly stuffed into Robert's mouth, and then slowly entered his esophagus.

Robert opened his cloudy eyes in a daze, gently raised his fat fingers to touch Ed's palm, and then let out a sigh:

"Ned~"

"His Majesty!!!"

Seeing Robert who was completely lifeless, Barristan pulled out the broken sword from his waist with sadness and anger, then pointed at Ed and shouted:

"I thought the Guardian of the North was someone who valued honor, but I didn't expect you to be no different from that despicable regicide!"

However, in the face of Barristan's questioning, Ed just stared at the lifeless Robert on the bed, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

He will never forget the miraculous scene in which Rohan stabbed the little skinned heart in front of him with a sharp knife, and then revived it with the help of these pills.

Faced with this situation, Barristan could only temporarily put down the broken sword in his hand, leaning on crutches and waiting impatiently.

Time passed by, and just when Barristan couldn't help but prepare to question Ed again with his giant sword, Robert finally made some movement on the bed:

"Wine... bring the wine..."

(End of chapter)