Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Chapter 184 Goodbye Robb Stark

Winterfell was much colder than last time. When he came last time, his breath was still white, but now, Clay suddenly realized this.

Winter is coming, and this time it's not just empty talk. This sentence that the Stark family has been chanting for thousands of years has been playing a role.

The Stark family soldiers on duty recognized the figure walking towards them. They immediately raised their arms, saluted Clay, and said loudly:

"Lord Clay, Winterfell welcomes you. His Majesty Robert and all the adults are in the hall, waiting for you."

"Are they all here, all of them?"

"Yes, they are all here."

The soldiers pushed open the heavy oak door. As the door panel slowly opened, the noise reached Clay's ears more and more clearly. It was like this in every gathering no matter where it was, but Clay hadn't felt it for a long time. arrive.

The howling air-conditioning flowed from Clay's back, along with the pale sunlight, into the dim hall under the candlelight.

This sudden light and chill made everyone look over, and when they recognized who the person was, the original noise disappeared. They stared at the young man who walked in slowly, without saying a word. say.

Walking to the center of the hall, Clay looked around at the banquet scene. Long tables were surrounded and filled with baked food. People sitting on both sides were familiar faces from Clay. All the heads in the north were gathered together. Get together.

Under the gaze of everyone, Clay looked at King Robb Stark who was facing him, completely stripped of his childishness and with a full beard. He opened his arms and laughed:

"Everyone, I, Clay Manderly, am back. Why, am I not welcome in Winterfell?"

The scene was completely silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter, and Robb Stark's tense face relaxed. As Clay said, there is no way that Winterfell will not welcome him Clay Mander Le.

"Come on, Clay, sit over here."

Robb Stark pointed to a seat next to him, and Clay walked over with a smile. He noticed that his sister Wilfield was actually on the other side.

Seeing Clay sitting down, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became lively again. Many of Clay's acquaintances from the south came over to drink with Clay. Clay also accepted all comers. This is the way men in the north greet each other. He has long been used to it. .

After taking a look at Robb Stark, Clay felt that this guy had changed quite a lot. When he last saw him, it would be more appropriate to say that he was a young man. But now, although his age has only increased a little, his whole personality has changed. The temperament has changed.

The war going south and the tremendous pressure after his father's death made the former Robb Stark disappear. Sitting next to Clay is now the King of the North.

"Should I call you, Your Majesty Robert?"

Clay asked Rob with a smile. The latter looked a little unnatural when he heard this sentence. Unlike others, Clay knew a lot about him and the relationship between the two was very good. Now his status has been improved, but He felt that it was cool for Clay to call him that.

"No, for the sake of this broken crown, it's okay to say what you mean. Do whatever you want in private, don't mind."

Robb Stark twitched the corners of his lips, and then handed Clay a full glass of ale.

"Do you know, I am discussing business in Essos. Winter is coming. If we can successfully purchase food from Essos, the pressure on food in the winter will be much less. It's good for you. You just called me back. .”

"There is nothing I can do. My father left too suddenly. Maester Luwin said it was the Lannister's fault. They pushed me to this position. This revenge must be avenged. There is no way."

Robb Stark's face was a little sad. He actually knew that it was not appropriate to start a war now, but the general trend was forcing him to move forward.

"How is the grain harvest going? I've been going back and forth for several months, so it should be almost done, right?"

"It's not bad, but there is still a small part that has not been harvested. It seems to be several months, but the real time left for the soldiers is actually not much time. A lot of the food is rotten, alas."

"There is no way. Let's find a way later. As long as there are no problems with your uncle's family and the food from the Riverlands can be transported to us, we should not be able to starve to death for a few people. At most, life will be a little harder."

"I hope so, but now, we have to go south first. Only if we win the battle can we ensure the stability of the Riverlands. They don't have a natural barrier in the Gulf of Cailin. There is no danger to defend that place in the Four Battles."

Hearing this, Clay thought of the current situation in the Riverlands. He smiled helplessly and reminded:

"Robert, I went from the Twins to White Harbor first, and then to Winterfell. Let me remind you that your uncle Edmure Tully transferred all the garrison of Harrenhal, saying that We need to reorganize Riverrun City now."

"What! Isn't this stupid!"

Robb Stark was stunned. His father, who died with him, had little political ability, but he still had a lot of military talent. He immediately realized how stupid Edmure Tully's operation was. .

"Are you sure? No one from Lord Hoster Tully or the other Three Rivers nobles has any opinions?"

"I'm sure I've checked with someone. Moreover, I estimate that Duke Hoster is in a very bad situation now, and Edmure has completely taken over the power of Riverrun."

"My uncle doesn't know how to fight at all. Come here! Send Ser Rodrik over!"

Robb Stark shouted angrily. The soldiers who heard the king's order immediately ran over. The nobles who didn't know what was going on also looked over. Robb didn't have time to cover up and ordered directly:

"Forget it, there's no need to let him come. Tell him to go to Maester Luwin immediately and ask him to send the raven to tell Riverrun to immediately send people to re-garrison Harrenhal. Once that place is occupied by others, it will cost five or six dollars. You can get it back at twice the price, go quickly!"

The soldier agreed and immediately turned around and left. The reason why he called Rodrik many times was because now that Robb Stark is the king, many things cannot be conveyed by soldiers. Rodrik, the head coach of Winterfell, Lik is now the captain of the palace guard of the King in the North.

After hearing Robb Stark's instructions, the nobles who were nearby also understood what was going on, and they all cursed Edmure for his stupid operation. This is the North, and it is a shame to think that southerners are inferior to northerners. It’s traditional.

"Clay, we were all preparing to go south. The armies of each family have been stationed outside Winterfell. They will be leaving in the next two days. Who knew there was news that you had returned to White Harbor, so I am waiting here. you."

Clay nodded. He didn't ask where the news came from. It was boring. Forcing Robb Stark to tell it would not be good for anyone at this juncture.

"Well, but, Rob, I have to ask you a question. What is the purpose of your trip south this time? You have to make it clear to me."

Clay's tone was quite serious. He had to understand what Robb Stark was going to do so that he could adjust his and Daenerys' subsequent actions based on this. After all, he had to be in the army all the time and didn't have any Dragon come over.

With such a long distance, it is still difficult for the two parties to link up. They can only ensure that there are no mistakes in the general direction. Now, the most important thing is to delay time.

"Needless to say, of course it is to avenge my father."

Robb Stark said it was a matter of course, and Clay was quite speechless when he heard it.

"Robb, it was the Lannister who killed Lord Eddard, right?"

"Yes, the evidence is conclusive."

"Then where are you going to take revenge? King's Landing? Casterly Rock?"

"Go to King's Landing first. The old lion and Queen Cersei are both in King's Landing."

"Ah, my Lord Robb, what are you thinking about? How can you go to King's Landing and fight like this? Renly is also surrounding King's Landing now. You go and fight with him? Don't forget, you are not the North now. Duke of Jing, you are the King of the North!"

Clay was helpless. He had to fight this battle, but he couldn't be so reckless, right? Do you really charge with someone else?

"Rob, no one mentioned this to you?"

"Yes, Lord Roose Bolton had a quarrel with the Great Jon. The Great Jon wanted to go to King's Landing. Renly's problem will be dealt with later. Lord Roose Bolton meant that we should go to King's Landing first. Yancheng, catch the little lion again."

Understood, Clay understood why Robb said this. In his opinion, revenge is the first priority, and everything else has to be on the sidelines. If he goes to the West, it will become robbery instead of revenge, because the capital city In King's Landing.

Well, there is nothing more to say now, and I don’t know how the Lannisters would feel if they knew that another 30,000 people were coming to kill them.