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

Chapter 91
"Crash into it! Pick up the side, pick up the side!"

"Kill these bandits! Marder, loot my Qingting Island, right? Let them pay for their actions!"

"Kill! Kill! Avenge your wives and children! Avenge your relatives on Qingting Island!"

Along with Earl Redwin's roar, the morale and anger of the Redwin fleet are also rising.

The ships of the Redwyne fleet were generally larger than the ironborn longships. Coupled with the grievances accumulated in the past, Lord Redwyne struggled to command his ships to collide with each other and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Lord Redwyne and Robb thought the same. They might not be able to perform well against the wind, but when fighting against the wind, their bravery would make people think it was the reincarnation of Aegon.

The Iron Fleet had already been attacked indiscriminately by the severely damaged Drowned God. At this time, all the Ironborn had not yet recovered from their fear.

By the time they wake up a little, it's too late.

Redwyne's fleet and Robb's fleet have surrounded them, attacking with slings and hammers in turn, knocking the ironborn off their backs.

Lord Redwine's Queen of the Pavilion was the largest and most majestic battleship. At this time, regardless of Sanqi 21, it was rampaging through the Iron Fleet, knocking over numerous small longships.

Seeing that the battle had been decided, Robb no longer paid attention to the current situation and returned to the cabin to sit down and rest for a while.

At this time, Robb was slightly out of breath and sighed in his heart: This god is different from ordinary people. I have strengthened him so much, but he still didn't kill him. Instead, he made me gasp for breath.

"But the Drowned God must have suffered a lot of injuries. He was first hit by my Full Moon, and his resistance to magic was weakened, and then he ate half of my Comet Yazler. He is quite flexible in the sea."

"Then I cut off a lot of the tentacles, which probably caused a lot of damage to him. He probably won't be able to recover in a short period of time just relying on himself."

"This Drowned God doesn't seem to be very strong. He looks huge, but he's just a guy. I don't know what the other gods are like."

The short recovery time Robb talks about is based on God's concept.

According to human concepts of time, this short period of time may last hundreds of thousands of years.

Robb had lost all his mental power this time. The Drowned God at this time was dying at best, and it would be difficult to interfere with reality.

I closed my eyes and meditated for a while in the cabin. The shouts and curses outside became weaker and weaker, and the wailing and begging for mercy became more and more numerous.

Finally it calmed down outside.

The naval battle that determined the fate of the Iron Islands finally came to an end at this time.

Since then, the effective forces of the Iron Islands have been wiped out by Robb, and the only two remaining islands are expected to be captured in the afternoon.

The two ancient kingdoms of the North and the Iron Pack-Riverlands were completely under Robb's control.

Together with his allies the Reach and the Seven Kingdoms, Robb actually controls two and influences one.

Trade with the Reach will also be unimpeded. With the constant supply of food from the Reach, Robb's most troublesome problem will be solved.

The most important thing is that Robb has always wanted to become the first emperor of Westeros, and he can also take the first step in the Iron Islands.

Robb calmed down a little and began to gradually plan his next actions.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the cabin, and the sound of rapid and chaotic footsteps came from far away.

Little Jon and several centurions were covered in blood and looked slightly tired, but they came to Robb's cabin excitedly and shouted with trembling voices: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Look, this is What!"

Robb opened his eyes and saw Little Jon kneeling in front of him, holding a huge ancient egg.

Little Jon raised the egg above his head with both hands and said excitedly: "We found this in Euron's cabin. According to his men, Euron brought it out of the Valyrian ruins..."

At this point, Little Jon swallowed, and his tone became reverent: "Dragon egg!"

Robb reached out and took the dragon egg. As soon as he touched it, Robb felt the warm and hot atmosphere contained in it. He touched the scales of the dragon egg, which were hard and ancient.

For some reason, Robb could feel the restless vitality in it.

Little Jon and a group of centurions said piously: "Your Majesty, you have such great power, you will be able to hatch a giant dragon and ride in the sky just like the descendant of the Targaryen family on another continent."

Robb's battle with the Drowned God left an indelible impression on everyone's mind.

Although Robb's previous miracles also aroused people's admiration, this time the scene was even more grand, and the opponent was even more heavyweight!
The Drowned God!

That's the legendary Drowned God!

Respect for the gods has always been the basic consensus of the entire Westeros continent. Now Robb has single-handedly broken the mysterious state of God's unknowability.

Everyone realizes that God may not be invincible and undetectable.

Robb is a king above the gods!
Now, even if Aegon is reincarnated, the people in the North and the Riverlands will never surrender to the Targaryen family again!

Robb Stark is the real king!
Robb looked at the dragon egg in his hand and thought for a moment, remembering that the dragon mother was reborn in the flames and hatched the dragon eggs with high temperature.

But it shouldn't be that simple. It's impossible that no one has tried this method before.

It should still be related to the magic element.

Maybe my own flame prayer will work...

Putting the dragon egg away, Robb prepared to study it carefully when he returned to Riverrun.

Little Jon reported: "Your Majesty, it is said that the sailors on the ship said that Euron was taken to the bottom of the sea by tentacles. He originally had a baby that looked like a horn, but he took it away."

Robb waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, that god is not my opponent, but on the sea, no one can stop him from taking someone away." "The Iron Fleet was destroyed a lot, and we captured half of the ships that could barely sail. There are a dozen longships fleeing, and Ser Wendel is in pursuit.”

"Well, Earl Redwin is outside the cabin and wants to see His Majesty."

Robb smiled: "When we met before, Lord Redwyne wasn't so reserved. Why did he become cautious after winning the battle? Let him in."

Lord Redwyne received Robb's order and walked quickly to Robb's cabin.

His mind was filled with the earth-shattering battle scene just now, and the shock at this time was no longer enough to describe his heart.

Lord Redwyne felt that he had completely reached the point of fanaticism and reverence for the King in the North. In the face of such a miracle, is there anyone in the world who is more worthy of loyalty than Robb?

"His Majesty!"

Lord Redwyne knelt down directly in front of Robb, placed the scimitar in his hand at Robb's feet, and said in a very pious tone: "Your Majesty, the Redwyne fleet is willing to serve your Majesty from now on!"

Faced with Earl Redwin's allegiance, the people around him did not show any surprise.

It would surprise anyone who had watched the battle and not surrendered to Robb.

Robb didn't show any humility or refusal. He directly put his hand on Lord Redwyne's head and awarded him the honor.

"I am very happy that you have chosen the right path. I hereby swear that I will treat you and your fleet fairly and fairly. I will definitely repay your friendship and kindness."

Earl Redwin lowered his head: "This is my honor, Your Majesty."

In the afternoon, the fleets of Robb and Redwin jointly captured Pyke City, the last remaining castle in the Iron Islands.

When the white direwolf flag was hoisted on the city walls of Pike City, the battle that lasted for several months came to an end.

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At the same time, King's Landing.

On the sea surface of the Blackwater River, green wildfire horses burned unbridled.

Stannis, the second-in-command of the Deer family, was so satisfied that he divided his troops into two groups and attacked King's Landing from sea and land.

He ordered his right-hand man, the Onion Knight, to lead the fleet into the Blackwater River and engage in battle with the royal fleet.

However, the little devil Tyrion was well prepared and filled the royal fleet with wildfire. Stannis's fleet was set on fire, and a huge iron chain ordered by Tyrion was cast across the river behind it, completely cutting off the fleet's retreat route.

Stannis still had the upper hand at this point.

He had more men, and on the wreckage of the wildfire-burning ship, the soldiers rushed to the north shore, fighting towards King's Landing.

The little devil Tyrion stood at the top of the city to encourage morale: "I am a dwarf. You can see clearly that I am a dwarf! Now, I want to put on armor and fight with the enemy!"

"Look at you, huh? A group of normal people with long arms and legs, what are you afraid of? Your courage is not as good as a dwarf like me, raised by you bizos!"

Encouraged by the little devil, the defenders quickly gathered together.

No one wants to admit that they are inferior to a dwarf.

They defended tightly and resisted Stannis' attack, but the golden robes guarding King's Landing also suffered heavy losses.

The little devil laughed loudly: "Did you see it? This is Stannis, a weakling who sees nothing but useless things, and we defended him!"

Puchi.

A sword flashing with cold light slashed at the little devil.

The little devil suffered a heavy blow, and the color of blood blurred his eyes in panic. He looked around and found that a Kingsguard was attacking him.

why?
The little devil didn't understand, wasn't he the Prime Minister?

Still protecting King's Landing!

Why did the Kingsguard kill him?Cersei?My own father?

Thoughts flashed through the little devil's mind.

But he didn't have much time to think. Seeing that the little devil was still alive, the man struck with another sword.

The little devil closed his eyes in despair.

thump.

The imagined death did not come. The little devil wiped the blood from his eyes and found that his cousin was looking at him helplessly.

"I...I pushed...he...wanted to kill you..."

When the little devil saw the Kingsguard being pushed into the sea, he knew he could save his life: "Well done, take me out of here quickly!"

The little devil looked back at the city. An army appeared out of nowhere and was massacring Stannis's army. Looking at the flag, it was his father.

The dwarf smiled sadly: "Oh, it turns out that the battle to defend the city is over, and I am no longer needed."

(End of this chapter)