The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 311 Queen of the Iron Islands

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 311 Queen of the Iron Islands

"Let Robb go to King's Landing to practice..."

After hearing Robert's arrangement, Ed couldn't help but be a little silent. He actually didn't want his children to go to the smoky south that smelled of copper.

Although it is rude to think so, as a Duke who has personally witnessed the corruption and intrigues in King's Landing, Eddard does not want his eldest son to become an...alcoholic like Robert?

Thinking of this, Ed turned his attention to Robb, who was commanding the family guards under the city wall to prepare to meet the enemy. He was slightly lost in thought when he saw the general's demeanor that the other party had gradually begun to show.

Robb seemed to have noticed Ed's gaze on him, so he looked up at his father who was looking at him with Ciri on the castle, and a pure smile appeared on his face.

A faint smile appeared on Ed's face, and then he replied to Robert:

"I will ask Robb for his opinion on this matter. If he is really willing to go to King's Landing with you to experience it, then I have no objection.

But I have a condition, that is, you cannot interfere in Robb's daily life at will. I don't want Robb to be a fat ball when I see him next time."

After saying that, Ed quietly glanced at Robert's fat figure that even the armor could not restrain, and a hint of uneasiness about the future flashed in his eyes.

Eddard felt his goosebumps trembling uncontrollably when he thought that his son might turn into a fat, unshaven man like Robert when they met next time.

And Robert obviously noticed Ed's gaze towards his belly, and then he patted the other man's shoulder hard with some irritation and said:

"Okay, this matter has been settled. The most important thing now is to handle the relationship with the elves. Look, that guy is coming!"

"Old gods above, that's...the direwolf!"

Following the direction Robert pointed, Ed also noticed Rohan walking out of the wolf forest in the distance, as well as dozens of direwolves who were as obedient as hounds beside him.

Seeing those direwolves that could tear apart humans and horses as easily as hounds tearing apart mice, now squatting obediently at Rohan's feet like tamed domestic dogs, Ed immediately felt something bad in his heart.

Could it be that in just a few minutes, Rohan has completely dominated the direwolves? This is too fast!

Faced with this situation, Ed could only silently gasp in shock. However, after recalling the dragons that had surrendered to the elves, he could only attribute this to the elves' unique ability to control beasts.

In fact, Ed's idea was not wrong, but he got one thing wrong, that is, these direwolves did not completely surrender:

"Damn it, these direwolves obviously don't have any magical talent at all. They look like larger wargs at best. Why should they be classified as magical creatures?"

Outside the forest, Rohan looked with some annoyance at the direwolves around him that were trembling under the pressure of his divine power, and he kept thinking about the useless idea of ​​"blood clan rule" in his heart.

Just now, he was preparing to place the wolf heart dug out of the Wolf King's chest on a makeshift altar, and was even preparing to embed melted runes into his own bones.

However, just when he placed his heart on the altar and patiently waited for it to melt, an accident happened:

bong~

A dazzling blood-red fire suddenly burst out from the altar, and accompanied by the Wolf King's heart trembling violently, the heart actually exploded in front of Luo Han!

The blood spattered onto Rohan's clothes and armor, and Rohan, who had developed a mysophobia, used his divine power to separate the blood stains on his body before he gave up.

If it was just a simple magic failure, he wouldn't be so angry, but what made him even more angry was the answer given in the system test report:

"Ding~ It was detected that the reason for the failure of 'Vampire Dominance' was that the host violated the control rules and tried to control magical creatures. Please ask the host to think carefully about it in the future and not to make such a clever move again in the future."

Recalling the emotionless and ruthless sarcasm of the system just now, Luo Han couldn't help but recall the bruised and bruised Five-Continuous Whip Master, and the shame and anger in his heart couldn't help but rise to a higher level.

In fact, this is also his fault. After all, Rohan just wanted to conquer these direwolves with a sense of luck, and he had actually expected this result.

"But I'm still unwilling to accept it... It's rare to see a giant wolf with such a huge size. Although its strength may not be as strong as that of the Charis War Lion, even this wolf skin has great taming value!"

Looking at the direwolves in front of him who did not dare to move under his own intimidation, Rohan could only look at the soft furry teeth with magic resistance on their bodies. He knew that they were just acting.

As long as he regains his momentum on them, these bloodthirsty beasts will immediately stop shaking their heads and look for opportunities to bite him in the throat!

After all, as beasts, although they can feel that the pointed-eared being in front of them is an existence that they cannot afford to mess with, they cannot understand the gap caused by magic at all.

"My lord, what should be done with these direwolves?"

"After all, they are just beasts. It is probably difficult to completely subdue them just by beating them up, and they cannot be controlled directly with the 'Dragon Heart' like the Ash Dragon. It seems that we still need to consult a professional animal trainer..."

Seeing Lisa Dilan riding an elf war horse to him to inquire about the situation, Rohan sat directly on the back of a white wolf and looked meaningfully at the direwolf flag flying above Winterfell.

In his opinion, neither these direwolves nor the Stark family are just a small stumbling block to his conquest of the world, and cannot pose much of a threat at all.

As for the news that Daario sent some time ago that the Iron Islands had surrendered, Rohan actually didn't take it too seriously. After all, the Iron Islands were used as an outpost just to facilitate landing on the Westeros continent.

As for those ironborn who do not want to believe in the Lady of the Mist, if they are willing to use their lives and blood to clear some obstacles on the way forward for Rohan, then he does not mind giving them the opportunity to wash the spoon.

As for where the soup and meat went?

The soup belongs to those who are willing to surrender and believe in the Lady of the Mist, and the meat is naturally only the Drukki elves who are qualified to feast on it.

If the upright Duke Eddard is willing to surrender for the sake of the peace of the North and is willing to lead the people of the North to convert their faith, then Rohan doesn't mind giving them a sip of soup.

But if you are not willing to seize this opportunity to drink soup...

"Don't disappoint me, Ed. Although Joffrey, the Eternal Emperor, is my designated future King of Westeros, he still needs someone with brains to help him rule the country."

Looking at the elves around him who were restraining the direwolf with ropes and chains, Rohan once again focused his attention on Ed on the wall in the distance, with an imperceptible teasing on his face.

What he is going to do next is not to tie up chains on the Stark family and prepare to domesticate them into domestic dogs?

——Iron Islands, Park City Hall

"The Ironborn Queen!"

"The Ironborn Queen!"

…

All the nobles in the Iron Islands gathered in the hall. They looked at Yara sitting on the sea stone with numb eyes, either voluntarily or forced to swear allegiance to the new queen.

It was different from any previous election in the history of the Iron Islands. Ever since King Balon's burned skeleton was discovered on the top of the castle, Yara walked into Pyke City under the leadership of Pendor's auxiliary army.

At first, some nobles who believed in the ancient ways were not willing to let a woman rule the Iron Islands, but stubbornly wanted to hold a kingselection to elect the next leader of the Iron Islands through a referendum.

However, when hundreds of flying dragons descended on their castle and tens of thousands of fully armed Pendor soldiers landed on every island via landing craft, these ironborn immediately became good at singing and dancing.

Especially after witnessing the unyielding King's Harbor Castle being devoured by a fireball as terrifying as the sun, no other family dared to raise any objections.

"From today on, I am the ruler of the Iron Islands!"

On the sea stone, Yara's eyes were fixed on the unwilling nobles of the Iron Islands below, but her heart was full of pride.

She knew that the reason why these families were full of resentment was simply because she could rely on the powerful military power of the elves, and thought that she was just a puppet without talent.

But she will use the facts to tell these guys that she, Yara Greyjoy, although she does not wear a crotch, but she is a pure-blooded iron type!

With the waves in her heart surging, Yara pulled out a battle ax from her waist and threw it fiercely at the map of Westeros engraved on the floor at the feet of the crowd!

Peng——

As the sound of the ax blade splitting the floor echoed throughout the hall, the initially drowsy ironmen widened their eyes in fright, and then focused all their attention on Yara, who suddenly became nervous.

What are you doing? Why don't you just be your puppet queen? Why do you suddenly wield swords and guns?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her, Yara nodded with satisfaction, then deliberately looked at the ironmen below with a look of pity, and said with some regret:

"I thought that all the nobles and adults here were devout believers in the ancient ways, but I didn't expect that your behavior would be so worrying."

"What did you say?!"

"Pathetic woman, don't think that just because you climbed into the elves' big bed, you can talk to us unscrupulously. Which one of you here is not a true devout believer of the Drowned God?"

The nobles present were immediately aroused by Yala's ridicule, their words were full of disdain and anger, and they did not conceal their discrimination against Yala's unfair position.

If it hadn't been for the weapons being confiscated in advance, and the fact that there were nearly a hundred fully armed Pendor soldiers surrounding the hall, they would have probably swarmed Yara, ready to show Yara what it means to be a man.

"Ha~ man."

Faced with the accusations and noises of many ironborn, Yara waved her hand to stop the surrounding Pendor soldiers who were about to draw their weapons and start killing, with a joking smile on her face.

Since occupying the Iron Islands, Daario has been busy building various infrastructures on these islands, waiting for further news from Lord Rohan.

Facing Yara's request to become the leader of the Iron Islands, Daario initially refused.

Rather than choosing Yara, whose foundation was unstable, and Victarion, who had offended him, Daario would rather choose a trustworthy living saint from the Inquisition to serve as the governor of the Iron Islands.

However, Yara persuaded him with an offer he could not refuse, that is, she would personally lead the Ironborn fleet to plunder the wealthy Westerlands and the Reach as a gift to welcome Lord Rohan.

Through observing his actions during this period of time, Yara already knew that Dario still had a superior, who was the real commander.

More importantly, she discovered something strange, that is, Dario seemed to have an almost religious fanaticism for the elf named Rohan!

After realizing that Dario's identity was actually the little king, Yara immediately changed her strategy and began to try every means to gain Dario's favor by pleasing Rohan.

According to her description, the combined wealth of the West and the Reach would exceed tens of millions of golden dragons. Coupled with various mineral deposits and fields, this would undoubtedly greatly expand Lord Rohan's power.

Moreover, this plan does not require Daario to expose the Black Ark's trump card and the existence of the elves at all. The dirty work can be completely done by the ironmen, and the elves only need to wait to be eaten.

Therefore, facing Yara's proposal, Dario remained silent.

If Yara intends to exchange the wealth of the Westerlands and the Reach for the throne of the Iron Islands, then although Daario will not object, he will not give her too much support.

But if the other party intends to use the throne of the Iron Islands to benefit Lord Rohan, then the situation is completely different!

The 12,000 Pendor auxiliaries and 10 Noldor elves who surrendered to the kingship have now become Yara's direct troops. Daario's only request is to set off as soon as possible.

And with this trump card, Yara finally has enough confidence to lead the Iron Islands to prosperity!

Ara glanced at the unnoticed Noldor elves on the beams of the hall without changing her expression, then stood up and shouted in an passionate voice:

"My father, Balon Greyjoy, was a great man. He followed the faith of the ancient path and made all passing merchant ships pay iron money to the Ironborn, and even made the entire sea area the Ironlord's territory.

But are you really so easily satisfied? Are you really willing to drift on the sea all your life, only to be reduced to a dead body on the bottom of the sea?"

The inspiring shouts caused the Ironborn in the hall to stop their noise. Everyone stared blankly at the high-spirited Yara on the Sea Stone. At this moment, she was bewitching them like the legendary Siren Banshee.

heart.

Seeing that the nobles around him were starting to think, Yara pointed at the throwing ax inserted on the map and continued to shout:

"The elves have decided to support our robbery. We will break down the stone houses of the mainland nobles, plunder their wealth, kidnap their wives and daughters, and recover the iron money from them!

Join us, join the glorious ancient path, and let the flags of black dragons and sea monsters fill the entire Westeros!"

Hearing the unabashed ambition in Yara's words, the ironmen subconsciously looked at the throwing ax stuck on the floor, and then held their breath in excitement:

Lannisport!

(End of chapter)