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

Chapter 41 Mysterious Funeral

Thoros, the red-robed monk, tremblingly listened to the screams in his ears, half-kneeling on the ground and saluting Robb.

"Your Majesty, I am Thoros, the red-robed monk from Myr. I am very grateful for your help. They call you the King of the North. Is your father Duke Ned Stark?" Thoros was cautious. asked.

Robb has some impressions of the group of red-robed monks. They are ascetics who serve the Lord of Light. The Lord of Light is currently one of the most active gods in the world.

Anyway, He really showed up.

The red-robed monk in front of him seemed to be a relatively important figure, but Robb didn't remember it clearly, and even if he wasn't a major character, he didn't have a deep impression.

Robb raised his hand to signal him to stand up and speak: "You are members of the Brotherhood Without Banners, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. We came to capture the Mountain on the orders of Lord Ned Stark, Hand of the King, but we didn't expect that halfway..."

The red-robed monk Soros breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After explaining this relationship clearly, the cruel King of the North in front of him should not let himself and others suffer such inhuman treatment.

Robb nodded: "I have heard about your deeds. Ser Blackfish said that you will try your best to protect farmers and innocent people from Lannister thugs. You have done a good job and are true knights." .”

The red-robed monk quickly expressed his honor: "It is our highest honor to be praised by the King of the North."

"Since you are already facing the Lannister family, why not join my team. I am going to find Ser Edmure. He is collecting soldiers and supplies from the Riverlands. You can go with us, it will be safer. .”

Facing Robb's invitation, the red-robed monk knew that he did not have the capital to refuse, and he did not want to refuse.

Not only was he afraid that he would also be skinned and hung on a spear.

He knew that he and others alone could not avenge Berry, and even surviving would be a problem. Joining the army in the north was a good choice.

"We are more than willing, Your Majesty. But please give us a moment while we bury Lord Beric and the fallen warriors."

Robb graciously gave them some time.

After all, Berry died fighting for his own territory, so it was natural to bury this warrior.

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Although the red-robed monk Thoros never felt the response from the Lord of Light, the education he received since childhood still allowed him to hold a funeral for Berry according to the Lord of Light's sacrificial method.

Everything was kept simple on the battlefield. The red-robed monk asked his men to find branches and flammable materials, and then placed Lord Berry and other brothers who died in the battle on them.

After doing all this, the red-robed monk Thoros began to silently recite the prayer of the Lord of Light.

Looking at the movements of the red-robed monk, Green Beard and the wolf cavalry from Tyrosh felt very close.

This is the most common ritual in their homeland.

On another continent, the belief in the Lord of Light is widely spread, but here in Westeros, only the Seven Gods and the Old Gods have widespread belief.

So Little Jon and a group of wolf cavalry in the north looked disdainful: Heretics!

On the continent of Westeros, the people of the north and the children of the forest still believe in the old gods, and they scorn other beliefs.

This is also the reason why the North has always been incompatible with other regions.

The red-robed monk Soros finally finished his last prayer: "The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

He held a torch in his hand and wanted to light all the dry materials and burn the body.

At this moment, the sky suddenly dimmed.

Countless dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, covering the entire sky above Robb, making it look like black clouds were looming over the city.A ray of sunlight penetrated from the dark clouds and fell on Soros, the red-robed monk who was chanting prayers.

This vision attracted everyone's attention, and members of the Wolf Cavalry and the Brotherhood subconsciously looked up.

However, the Wolf Riders did not speak, and just silently defended Robb, vaguely surrounding the members of the Brotherhood and the red-robed monk Thoros.

The members of the Brotherhood were not paying attention to the battlefield at all. They were discussing the vision among themselves.

"what's going on?"

"miracle?"

"That should be the case... Doesn't Thoros often say that he is a believer in God and can do magic?"

"He knows shit about magic. He only knows a few tricks. I saw him smearing wildfire on the sword to make it burn."

"Then how do you explain now? Dark clouds cover the sky, and only he is illuminated by the sun."

"I... how do I know?!"

The red-robed monk was also a little confused. He didn't understand what was happening. He had done this kind of ceremony countless times before, and nothing like this happened!
He raised his head and looked in the direction where the sun was shining. The next second, his eyes and pupils instantly lost focus, as if he had lost consciousness, and the torch in his hand fell to the ground.

The red-robed monk's eyes rolled until they completely disappeared, leaving only empty white eye sockets.

The whole person's aura also changed, and his movements became gentle, as if the slightest exertion would tear his body apart.

Elegant, dangerous.

This is the most prominent feeling that the red-robed monk gives people right now.

The red-robed monk shook his head slightly and looked at Robb with his pupilless eyes.

The wolf cavalry felt something was wrong. They didn't know what was going on, but the red-robed monk in front of them was completely different from before!
He seemed like a wild beast that kept quiet, but made people feel extremely oppressed.

Some people may have only heard of it before, but now everyone feels the word: coercion.

The red-robed monk just standing there makes people have the urge to kneel down and worship!
The members of the Brotherhood Without Banners could no longer suppress the instinct in their hearts, and fell to their knees one after another, chanting the most pious prayers.

This instinct began to appear in the Wolf Riders as well, but they struggled to stay sane and fight against it.

Amid such strong oppression and confrontation, they all raised their spears and pointed them at the red-robed monk to relieve the pressure.

Just when someone couldn't resist and wanted to rush up and poke a hole in the hole in the red-robed monk's face, they heard a familiar voice.

Robb sat on his horse, looking down at the red-robed monk.

"Stop pointing your gun at Him. We should be happy when friends come from afar."

"And no matter who it is, we have to maintain the most basic courtesy."

After Robb finished speaking, all the Wolf Riders felt their bodies light up. They no longer felt as oppressed as before, and their whole bodies returned to normal.

They were so relieved that they put away the spears in their hands and recalled the situation just now with lingering fear.

What kind of monster is this red-robed monk? !
Robb had no expression on his face as he rode forward alone and came to the red-robed monk.

"So, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)