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

Chapter 133 Longwei
Lord Redwyne's fleet and Robb's own royal navy docked on the sea not far from Tyrosh.

Ser Wendell Manderly reported to Robb with the intelligence: "The other party seems to want to surrender and has agreed with us to go to his castle hall to discuss it in detail."

Robb smiled contemptuously: "You don't know how to wipe your nose until it reaches your mouth?"

Robb didn't believe in this kind of peace talk at all, whether it was true or not.

Even if it was true, Robb needed this thing to be false.

The reason is simple. Tyrosh is too far away from the City of Stars, and it has been a free trade city all year round. It is very difficult to rule.

So Robb only wants to trade unilaterally.

The premise of all this is to make the king of Tyrosh clearly realize that the force of the Westeros Empire is not something they can resist.

Robb has the ability and can rush to Tyrosh at any time and wipe out all the rebels.

If peace is negotiated, how can I show my strength?

Robb's attitude was very tough: "Tell the Lord of Tyrosh that I don't want any nominal peace talks. I want him to hand over the generals who dare to go to war with us, and then open the city gates to welcome our army into the city."

Arya and Bran both nodded, thinking that Robb made sense.

After being in contact with Robb for a long time, they were also instilled with various ideas by Robb, the most important of which was: power is the reason to be king.

Caitlin advised: "Don't we not want to occupy this place? Why not negotiate for peace? This can also reduce casualties."

Robb knew that Catelyn was very naive about military and political aspects, and could only achieve success in diplomacy.

All he could say was: "No one is afraid of a wolf that doesn't show its fangs."

Catelyn knew Robb had his own plans and said nothing.

After receiving Robb's order, Ser Wendel sent Robb's will to the Tyroshi, who conveyed it back to their overlord.

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Tyroshi.

In the city lord's hall, the king has arranged everything with great anticipation, just waiting for Robb to fall into the trap.

However, the news brought back by his men did not satisfy him.

"Damn it, what do you mean you asked me to go out and surrender in person? And you asked me to hand over the generals who participated in the war?!"

The Lord was trembling with anger. He knew that this was Robb's vicious plan!
It was him who sent the generals out to fight the Westeros people, and strictly speaking, they won the battle!

If he hands over all these people because he is afraid, then it means that he, the great king, has come to an end.

The Tyrosi people will no longer have free people to continue to elect him as the next king, and he will even be despised by every Tyrosi person!
"I can't do that!"

The Maharaja was very angry, but the current situation made him extremely embarrassed.

According to ascertained intelligence, there are at least more than 1 Westeros soldiers near Tyrosh, and they have blocked all routes.

The port of Tyrosh was originally a treasure trove of free trade, but now it is losing huge amounts every day!
The bankers are about to explode. They all blame the Lord's decision-making and think that he should not take action against Robb's army. Now things have reached an irreversible point!

"Think about how to deal with it..."

The Lord of Tyrosh overturned all previous plans and began to think of his own new plan.

"Since the other party wants me to surrender, then I will do as he wishes. When the time comes, he will definitely come to accept my surrender in person. All I need to do is arrange for the personal guards and the Shadowbinders to take action at that time..."

"This may take a few days to re-plan..."

Lord Tyrosh was full of confidence and began to arrange the personal guards and shadowbinders. All processes must be well rehearsed and there should be no mistakes.

After all, I would have been there at the time. If something went wrong, it would be a big loss!

"Go write a letter to the emperor of Westeros and tell him that I will open the city gates and surrender to him in a few days!"

In order to stabilize Robb and make him believe that he sincerely surrendered, the king also spent a lot of money and sent Robb all kinds of wealth and beautiful women.

One day...two days...

As time passed, Lord Tyrosh's preparations became more and more complete.

"Very good, just one more day and we'll be ready!"

Lord Tyrosh is very satisfied with his wit, so what if the enemy is very strong?
Haven't you been caught in your own scheme?
At this moment, Lord Tyrosh suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside, and it seemed that the whole of Tyrosh was in panic.

Lord Tyrosh was a little dissatisfied and asked: "What's going on?!"

A slave came hurriedly outside, his voice full of fear: "No... no, sir, there is a giant dragon flying in from outside!"

"what?!"

Lord Tyrosh was shocked, dragon? !
Were those Westeros people on the other side coming? !

Why, didn't you agree to wait for me for a few days? Why did you come so soon? !
Lord Tyrosh rushed out and saw a black speck flying towards him in the sky outside!
It’s really a dragon!

"Have the enemy's troops also begun to attack the city?"

"No, only this giant dragon flew in, and the enemy's army outside has not yet made any move to attack the city!"

"Okay!" The expression on Lord Tyrosh's face turned from worry to joy, "The Emperor of Westeros must be out of his mind. He still thinks that a giant dragon is invincible?"

"Quick! Someone come quickly and shoot that thing down with a giant crossbow!"

Normally, a giant crossbow cannot hit a giant dragon, just like it is difficult to hit a sparrow with a slingshot.

But the situation is different now. This giant dragon will only fly in a fixed area, and it seems that it will always fly at a low altitude.

In addition, Tyrosh will not only have one giant crossbow, but dozens of giant crossbows will be fired at the same time. If you are lucky, you will always catch one.

It’s okay if you fail, but you’ll make a lot of money if you succeed!
The value of the giant dragon and the giant crossbow are not on the same level.

"If the opponent doesn't have a giant dragon, he won't be able to capture Tyrosh with just his navy!"

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At this time, Robb stood at the front on the back of the dragon Bahamut, followed by Bran and Arya.

Unlike Arya, Bran didn't actually stand on Bahamut's back. He just held Bahamut's back spines with his hands, but his feet were hanging in the air.

Arya worried: "Is this Tyrosh? It looks much more prosperous than Winterfell. Brother, you don't want Bahamut to burn Tyrosh!"

"This kind of city is wealth, how could I burn my own wealth?" Bran saw that there seemed to be countless giant crossbows pointed at him on the city wall, and he was a little flustered for a moment: "So... so many giant crossbows!"

Arya's body is very flexible, and she doesn't care about these bulky crossbows at all: "Let them shoot, they will never touch me!"

"But we are on Bahamut's back now, what if we fall?"

Arya said confidently: "I will catch you, coward. Then I will take you to kill all those who dare to shoot us."

Robb looked at Bran. This little boy had been paralyzed for a long time and was not very mentally strong.

In addition, it is my first time to learn magic, and I have never fought on a frontal battlefield. I don't know what level I can achieve. It is normal to have this kind of worry.

This time should be regarded as a practical training for Bran. Bran should be able to handle these small scenes on his own in the future.

Robb pointed out: "You already know gravity magic. This kind of giant crossbow poses no threat to you at all. Whether you control gravity to cause these giant crossbows to be unbalanced, or summon meteorites to attack, you can be guaranteed to be safe."

With that said, Robb randomly selected a lucky crossbowman: "That's him, Bahamut, fly slower so that Bran can take a good aim."

Under Robb's encouraging eyes, Bran began to gather his magic.

Three purple meteorites transformed from the air, and then, under Bran's control, flew towards the soldiers controlling the giant crossbows.

Peng!
In the horrified eyes of the soldiers, three meteorites smashed gorgeously into the open space nearby.

"It doesn't matter, good archers are fed with countless arrows." Robb comforted: "You are not very good at aiming on Bahamut's back. You have to work hard to learn and remember each This feeling allows you to achieve perfect results.”

"Okay!" Bran encouraged himself.

Three people and one dragon hovered over the city for a long time, and it didn't end until Bran had emptied all his mental power.

During this period, the soldiers continued to fire giant crossbows. Bran saw the right moment and used gravity magic to make all the giant crossbow arrows lose their accuracy. None of them could pose a threat to Bahamut.

Puchi.

Bahamut exhaled a breath of disdain from his nostrils. These arrows would not cause any harm to him at all!
As a giant dragon modified by Robb's magic, it is not only far superior to the flying dragons of this era, it also has wings and front claws, and the armor and scales on its body are extremely strong.

Unless it hits a special part like the eye, Tyrosh's giant crossbow is no different from a toy.

Robb saw that Bran could barely stay afloat, so he patted Bahamut on the head: "Okay, let's stop here for today's practice. We have to get down to business."

roar!

Bahamut let out a roar that made the entire Tyrosh tremble, and flew directly towards the tallest and luxurious building in the city.

"Hahaha, look at that stupid dragon. It was shot back and forth. It will definitely die from the crossbow in a short while... Why did it fly over? Please save me, please save me!!!"

Lord Tyrosh was originally sitting on the terrace, admiring the 'Dragon Slaying Feast', but he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly fly directly towards him, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind!

While ordering his men to increase the frequency of firing their giant crossbows, he ran towards the basement in a panic.

But the next second, countless green-blue rainbow light spots burst out from the dragon's back, flying in all directions.

Star Magic - [Broom Star]

Robb released the stars directly and hit the Tyrosh crossbow.

Bahamut's speed was as fast as lightning, and he arrived at the Maharaja's residence in just a flash.

Seeing that the man in the most gorgeous clothes seemed to want to run away, Arya hurriedly jumped off the dragon's back, and with a hound's pace, she was behind Lord Tyrosh.

Lord Tyroshi felt a sudden chill on his back, as if there was some sharp weapon pressing against his back. He was immediately frightened and did not dare to act rashly.

Bahamut lay on the terrace, gravel kept falling, and the huge dragon head looked into the room, scaring everyone at a loss.

Robb jumped off Bahamut's back, and Bran flew down gracefully.

"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!"

When he met Robb for the first time, Lord Tyrosh immediately realized that this man was the so-called Emperor of Westeros - Robb Stark I!
Although no one introduced him, Robb showed an understatement in his movements, coupled with the performance of the dragon and the two young men and women, led by Robb, convinced Lord Tyrosh that this man was not the emperor, and Navi There will be no second person in Stroll who will be the emperor!
"Oh? Is there any misunderstanding?" Robb found a chair and sat down, not paying attention to the guards of Lord Tyrosh around him.

Lord Tyrosh cried sadly: "I will open the city gate and surrender to you tomorrow. Why... why do you... today..."

Robb smiled: "You surrender, do I still have to look at your face?"

"So what if you don't surrender? I'll kill you right here. How can you still bargain with me?"

"I think you haven't understood it from the beginning. I have always controlled your life and death. You should come out crying and begging for my forgiveness as soon as possible and offer your loyalty to the Westeros Empire, so that you can have A way to survive.”

"If you have the backbone and are unwilling to do this, then fine, I admire you, and then I will kill you and wait for the next person who is willing to surrender to me."

"You have no qualifications to discuss with me from the beginning, understand, you have no qualifications."

Robb's words left Lord Tyrosh dumbfounded.

Maybe he didn't understand how all this happened before, but now he completely understands that the other party is not thinking about the problem at the same level as him!
His ridiculous calculations, such as sending killers and killing dragons with giant crossbows.

To the other party, it’s all a joke, even a joke that the other party doesn’t even need to know!

Judging from the miracle the other party performed just now, coupled with this giant dragon that has never been sprayed with dragon's breath, and the tens of thousands of navy who are watching eagerly outside, Lord Tyrosh clearly knows that the other party treats him like an ant. almost.

Lord Tyrosh instantly felt powerless.

Arya's dagger was still pressed against his lower back. He cried bitterly and knelt down directly on the ground and began to beg for mercy: "I really know how insignificant I am. Your great Majesty Robb, please have mercy on me. I am willing to completely Surrender to you."

"From now on, your will is the will of all Tyrosh. Even if you want to rule the entire world, we, Tyrosh, will stand unswervingly on your side."

At this time, Lord Tyrosh truly wanted to surrender to Robb.

The three opponents directly broke through their own city and came in front of them, making all their calculations turn into ridiculous fantasies.

With such powerful power in hand, how dare Lord Tyrosh have the courage to resist?
His body was trembling, and he kept saying that he would surrender to Robb, and swore by the three gods that Tyrosh believed in.

In his opinion, Robb still needs to rule Tyrosh by himself, and he should not kill him easily. He still has a chance of survival.

However, at this moment, he saw a strange shadow suddenly appear behind Robb.

That was the Shadowbinder he arranged.

It begins its work.

"Do not!!!"

Lord Tyrosh was completely desperate, roaring heart-breakingly, trying to stop this stupid act that would kill him.

(End of this chapter)