Game of Thrones: From King of Elden to Teen Wolf Lord

Chapter 108

Robb looked down at many lords, exuding the aura of a king. Many lords present lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to look at Robb.

Even Ser Baelor, who had stirred up the storm just now, was shaken. He was shocked by Robb's exaggerated appearance, and his momentum suddenly dropped.

Robb sneered slightly, tapped his toes, and fell from Bahamut's back to the ground.

Bahamut felt his body sink. In fact, it was not big enough now. It was about the same size as Gray Wind. There was no way it could complete the feat of leading one man and one wolf south.

But it doesn't matter if it doesn't have strength, Robb can do gravity magic.

So even if Robb and Gray Wind are included, Bahamut is much lighter when flying than when he is flying.

"Today is my happy day, why is there something wrong with the scene?"

Robb asked deliberately. Ever since he received the letter from Catelyn, he had arranged such a drama of driving the dragon down the river. The purpose was of course to scare the nobles who wanted to cause trouble.

Judging from Robb's observation of the expressions of the nobles just now, he came at the right time, otherwise the situation would have gotten out of hand.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Arya relied on the fact that she was still a child and her status was a distinguished princess, and pretended to be childlike:

"Brother, that person said you are a tyrant and wants to lead his men to fight against you and his lord..."

In a few words, Aaliya told what had just happened.

The noble who fanned the flames suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. How could he still look like he was shouting dissatisfaction just now?
They all originally conspired with Ser Baelor Hightower, and the Hightower family was their leader, so they all looked at Ser Baelor.

The scene became weird again.

No one spoke, nor dared to raise their heads to offend Robb's majesty, so they all looked down at Ser Hightower.

Seeing everyone staring at him with strange eyes, Ser Baelor Hightower cursed in his heart: What are you all looking at me for? Do you want me to withstand all the pressure from Robb alone? !
But he was already on the line and could only speak with difficulty: "Robb... Your Majesty, this matter..."

Arya jumped out to make trouble again, and this time he finally said what he hadn't said just now: "Why do you call my brother your majesty? Don't you recognize that bastard Joffrey as your king? Now you call my brother your majesty, after all. What means!"

Robb's eyes were like lightning, and Ser Baelor was overwhelmed with the power of a king, and he was a little breathless.

Ser Baelor wanted to say: Yes, we are going to marry the Lannister family. You are just a false king. I enjoy the rights of guests. Now that I want to leave, who of you dares to stop me? !

But these words were like a fish bone stuck in his throat and he couldn't come out.

Maybe it was the shock of seeing Robb's dragon heading south that made him a little confused, maybe it was Gray Wind's roar that made him a little scared, maybe it was the dragon, maybe it was Robb's self-pity, and he killed himself from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. The courage that comes out...

Whatever the reason, he couldn't bring himself to toughen up.

"I...I..." Sir Baelor hesitated to speak. The Hightower family had already lost its honor in front of the Stark family.

Seeing that Ser Baelor had made a fool of himself, Robb waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to speak.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Baelor breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously thanked Robb. After finishing speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the face. What did he say?

Robb looked around and said with a smile: "Today is a happy day. I don't think the atmosphere needs to be so depressing. Everyone, keep playing music and dancing."

The musicians were completely shocked by Robb's momentum. Most of them were bards and were very interested in such strange things. At this time, they were all compiling the score of "Robb Yulong went south to fetch the queen" in their minds.

When Robb spoke, they naturally obeyed.

The nobles looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Everything they had just imagined and considered was meaningless in front of the dragon.

During Aegon's conquest 300 years ago, the Reach united with the West to form an army of tens of thousands, but was directly burned by Aegon's three dragons. The "Gardener" family who were the guardians of the Reach at that time disappeared directly from history.

Later, Aegon came to Highgarden, and the Tyrell family, as stewards, opened the door and surrendered, and the pattern of the Reach was established.

Until now, when I mention the battle of "Wrath of a Prairie Fire", I still feel a lingering fear.

The dragon was too much of a deterrent to them.

Even though Bahamut, who is under Robb's seat, is still young, as long as he takes some time to grow up, he will be able to conquer the continent!

Seeing that everyone was a little stiff, Robb sighed slightly.

"It seems that you still hope that I will solve this matter completely. In this case, I will reluctantly deal with these small matters during my ceremony to receive the queen. However, today is a good day, and I will not let this place be stained with blood."

After everyone listened to Robb's words, they first breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all felt that something was slightly wrong: What do you mean by not being stained with blood today?Who does your Majesty want to kill? !

Robb slowly walked to the Queen of Thorns' position, and with respect for the old man, he took the Queen of Thorns' hand: "Then let's ask Lady Elena to decide the first thing. You are old, wise, and insightful. You must have just been We have seen clearly which families are accomplices of the Hightowers, intending to slander me and start a war in the Reach."

The Queen of Thorns looked at Robb, and then at the little nobles below with different expressions on their faces.

Many minor nobles had looked at her with pleading eyes, seeming to beg her to be generous and not to name their families.At this moment, the Queen of Thorns had a realization. This was Robb's opportunity to establish his authority and win over people's hearts.

Some neutral nobles were incited by Ser Baelor Hightower just now and said a few words out of atmosphere. Lady Elena can choose to turn a blind eye and not say their names now.

After that, those neutral little nobles still weren’t grateful to the Tyrell family, especially the Queen of Thorns?

Knowing the intention, the Queen of Thorns just casually named a few vassal families of the Hightower family and the family that had shouted the loudest just now.

Every time a name was read out, the faces of those nobles became darker. They didn't know what kind of anger they were going to bear.

They only know that Robb, who owns the dragon, has the strength to realize those wraths!
Those families who did it but were spared by the Queen of Thorns felt extremely grateful in their hearts and signaled to Madam Elena with their eyes that this kindness would definitely be repaid.

Robb nodded, indicating that he understood.

In fact, it was just a simple process of eliminating dissenters and wooing forces. Madam Elena has been operating in the Riverbend for so many years, and she must know more about these intricate forces than she does.

Those nobles can be won over, those nobles are enemies, and those nobles have evil intentions.

Lady Elena must know all of these, and what Robb wants is this list.

Looking at the named nobles, Robb looked at them coldly: "You have slandered a king and insulted the reputation of me and my fiancée. I declare you to death again in the name of the king."

"what!"

"You can't do that, we have guest rights!"

"You are not our king and I can't accept that!"

Robb's words caused an uproar. The expressions of those nobles changed instantly. They turned red and argued with reason, hoping to survive.

"Of course you have the right to be a guest. As I said just now, today is a good day and the wedding will not be stained with blood..."

A glimmer of hope arose in the hearts of those nobles. After hearing what Robb said, did he mean to pardon himself and others again?
Robb continued: "So when you go back, commit suicide and send the body to the Tyrell family for identification."

"Do not……"

Despair once again appeared on the faces of those nobles.

"You should feel lucky. I only asked you people here to commit suicide. Your family was not involved. This shows that I am not the tyrant you said." Robb reminded me.

"The wedding at Harrenhal is in ten days. If I don't receive news of this gift from you at Harrenhal, I will regard your family as an enemy."

"I hereby swear an oath in the name of the King of the North: Any family that I regard as an enemy will be crushed by my army, all family members will be killed by the sword, and all illegitimate children will be reduced to slaves. The family name will be lost to history forever.”

"As for whether I can do it, you can try not to give me a gift for my wedding. You will know when the time comes."

Robb stood on the high platform, surrounded by members of the Tyrell and Stark families, opposite the dragon Bahamut, and the nobles of the River Bend in the middle.

In this depressing atmosphere, Robb's suffocating speech and his upright momentum made no one present doubt his oath.

Beside him are noble nobles, and opposite him are legendary creatures like dragons.

Will what he said become reality?

Couldn't what he was thinking become reality?
Can anyone object to what he wants to do?
The little nobles who were named were completely desperate at this time, because Sir Baile did not and did not dare to stand up and speak.

Everyone present was shocked, and they were originally hostile to the Hightower family, and they would not speak for them at this time.

They had no right to speak at all at this time, and they felt infinite regret in their hearts: Why were they so stupid and offended the King of the North?

These people left the banquet in despair. They were going back to discuss what happened today with other family members.

They may commit suicide to save the family.

They may also bring all the family's troops to King's Landing with the Hightowers.

Or maybe they didn't want to die, but were killed and handed over by someone in the family.

There are many choices, but in Robb's eyes no matter which choice is the same.

In Robb's eyes, their death sentence was today, and this was a fact that would not change.

After settling the matter of these minor nobles, Robb looked at Baelor Hightower and the Lord Bishop standing together.

"Then, it's you next..."

(End of this chapter)