Chapter 70-[STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!]
[T/N: I am releasing this chapter a few hours early so that you guys have a reason to give me your opinion on the test chapter.]
Bran entered the castle, Arya and Gendry at his side. He looked at those who were waiting for them.
He recognized Ser Davos, Stannis's advisor, according to Robb's description.
Next to him, he presumed to be the queen of Stannis, Selyse Florent, or Baratheon if she used her married name, a tall and thin woman. She had pale skin and a sharp nose. She was wearing a black ceremonial dress, Bran didn't think it was good at all, she looked like she was at a funeral.
But then his sight reached the youngest, who he presumed to be his fiancée, Shireen Baratheon. And the boy appreciated who he saw.
Shireen had blue eyes and black hair, her grayscale caused half of her left cheek and most of her neck to be covered in gray and black dead skin. Bran didn't seem to mind that, as Sansa could easily fix it.
Besides the girl being no more than sixteen, she had an innate beauty. A princess, who reminded him of her platonic love, Myrcella Baratheon or Lannister if the rumors were true.
Shireen, with her sixteenth birthday, had developed larger breasts than Meera's, long legs, and a narrow waist.
She was dressed in a white dress with blue accents.
Bran appreciated it greatly.
[T/N: DAMMIT Bran! Don't fall for her tits!]
His fiancee was beautiful, he didn't doubt it for a second when he saw her.
'I really regret not having brought Meera' he thought.
And it wasn't to belittle his wife, but after seeing Shireen, the boy just wanted to go to the bedroom, and not leave there.
He felt his fiancee's eyes on him, he smiled and she lowered her head.
'Shy' Bran thought.
Although he also thought that it only made her look cuter.
"Welcome, Prince Brandon. Princess Arya" The queen said ceremonially.
"Gendry?" Ser Davos asked.
The big boy raised his hand.
"Ser Davos, time has passed," the boy greeted.
The princess looked curiously at the big man.
"Nice to meet you, Queen Selyse, Princess Shireen, and of course Ser Davos, I present to you our companion Gendry Aguas, heir to Robert Baratheon, who has supported us for a long time," he said.
"Uncle Robert?" the girl asked when she saw him with curiosity.
Gendry felt her gaze.
"Ah, aren't you the boy Melisandre wanted to sacrifice," she told him.
Gendry looked at her in surprise.
Arya laughed.
"SHIREEN!" exclaimed the queen.
The girl noticed her comment and smiled.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Errr, no problem, cousin... Now, Ser Davos, would it bother you," the awkward boy said.
Bran had an amused smile.
Arya was still laughing.
"Eh, oh no, of course. His Majesty, perhaps we can meet in the dining room, it has been a long trip, you must be hungry," he said, turning towards the queen.
"Please come with me. Send food to the army," he said to a guard and nodded.
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Robb panted as he tried to attack the Marbrand house. Strategically attacking Ashbrand was a good plan. To delay the sending of resources to the rock.
The Marbrands were not great warriors.
They weren't big.
Nor strong.
"But why do they like fire so much," Robb cursed.
Their power was the archers.
All with incendiary arrows.
The knights who should have swords or shields had bows and arrows.
They invested in their strengths.
They attacked at close range.
They moved away and attacked again at long range.
Robb was used to attacking well-defended forts.
But the Marbrands were fast.
Too fast.
Even with his aura of ice and Haste, he only killed a small portion of their army.
His shoulder was injured by an arrow.
Dacey next to him was in a similar condition.
The worst of all.
They weren't really strong, they were just so fast.
Robb watched the beautiful spear he got from Valyrica.
The gift from his brother Jon was destroyed.
He had a couple more rock throwers.
But they were nothing comparable to the beautiful Valyric weapon.
He didn't have any more special stones.
They were only normal.
Which would delay his conquest.
He was already very angry.
The Marbrand's small victory bothered him a lot.
But it was his fault, for underestimating them.
He remembered the attack on the twins, reminded by Sansa of the importance of defense in siege engines.
'If Sansa finds out, she will blame me for years' he thought annoyed, he had to prevent Sansa from knowing what happened.
He looked at Dacey and prepared for the counterattack.
After they destroyed the Valyric spear, they knew what they had to do.
They were the main force of his army.
All men knew it.
"Five more minutes," Dacey said next to him.
Robb nodded and began to wait, defending himself as best he could from the arrows.
Grunts and screams were heard on the other side of the field, no doubt Gray Wind devouring a couple of soldiers.
The boy smiled when he saw the Direwolf of him.
It howled and began to grow, as big as a bear, and then jumped onto more soldiers who were screaming in terror.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered.
[T/N: Seems like all companions of gamers get powers in some capacity.]
Other soldiers watched him, seeing that he defended himself with his sword. It moved at an inhuman speed, easily deflecting them.
"Quick attack," he murmured, increasing his speed even more.
The soldiers fell one after another.
"Robb, get ready," Dacey said.
A squad of thirteen men surrounded him. All with shields defending the king of the North.
"Let's go!" he exclaimed and ran towards the wall.
His squad surrounded him until he was ten meters away from the wall.
The metal shields blocked the arrows that were shot at them.
"If we can't tear down the wall, we'll go over it," he murmured.
He would spend a lot of mana, but thanks to coming up with this last resort plan, he made sure to rest enough to go into battle with all of his mana.
"Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings… Wings"The boy cast on the squad of his, Dacey, and himself.
"Attack!" he exclaimed.
The guards threw down their shields and shouted a war cry, then jumped. They seemed to be propelled by springs, the jump was about fifteen meters up, and they easily jumped the wall, where the archers looked in disbelief.
Robb followed them and attacked the Archers, who were guarding the wall.
"Fast! Before they call for reinforcements! Open the gates!" Dacey exclaimed, hitting the archers that were close to her.
Robb also took the opportunity to run along the wall, attacking every archer he saw right and left.
They tried to defend themselves, but they did not have swords, only bows, which made it impossible for them to gain an advantage, because they took time to load their arrows.
Robb's speed was all the advantage he needed.
The boy felt a bright light illuminate him before reaching the white room, he immediately went to the computer.
{You have leveled up!
You have nine skill points to spend.
Name: Robb Stark
Level: 15
Title:
King of the North (+1 skill points)
Trident King (+1 skill points)
Iron King (+1 skill points)
Valley King (+1 skill point)
Skill Points 9
Exp: 0/1380
Skills:
Swordsmanship Level: 6
Support Magic Level: 6
You have selected the Support magic skill.
Do you want to raise your Support Magic skills level to level 7?}
The boy pressed yes.
{Support Magic level: 7 acquired}
The boy felt pain throughout his body as if thousands of needles were passing through him, dozens of images appeared in his head.
{Support Magic Level: 7
Cost: 150 mana per spell
Aura Stamina: You recover a percentage of your stamina, taking it from the living beings around you. Lasts 1 minute
Summon Armor: Summons armor of various metals to choose from (Bronze, Silver, Iron, Steel, Gold, Valyrian).
The boy looked on interested, and then he left.
He saw more soldiers approaching.
"Aura Stamina," he whispered.
He quickly attacked, his tiredness disappearing, no, it wasn't that exactly but rather the more soldiers he hit, the more awake he was.
The pain in his muscles disappeared, or rather his tired muscles recovered.
The boy saw Dacey with another group of soldiers, taking the control room and eliminating the resistance.
Quickly the soldiers began to pull some chains, these began to open the doors.
"Support them!" Robb exclaimed and went with his group to support his guard.
They arrived to defend them, but at the moment they did so, the doors opened wide, and the soldiers of his army and the great herds of the valley entered through the open doors, and destroyed everything in their path.
It took a half hour to finally hear the surrender bells of the Marbrand house, Ashmark was his.
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Danny watched her dragons fly around the ships.
[T/N: OH SHIT! The Pirate is about to get an army, hopefully, Danny survives.]
"They seem happy," she heard.
She turned to see her counselor and best friend Missandei who was carrying her son in her arms. The child was almost one year old. Beside them, Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah watched the boy without taking their eyes off him.
[T/N: Fuck! The KID!]
Her job was protecting Danny in the background and her heir and Jon in the foreground.
The woman took the child from the arms of her friend and he laughed happily at being in the arms of his mother.
"Remember that I want you to be ready all the time, if there are problems, you will be on a separate ship with a lot of protection, I don't want him to get involved if there is a battle," she told him.
They nodded.
The boy watched the dragons fly and they pointed at them.
"Dagon…Dagon…" he said.
Danny laughed.
"Yes my love, your brothers the dragons," she said.
"Hand?" he asked.
"Yes, Brothers...You will soon see Dad, and you will meet your aunts and uncles, Sansa, Arya, Robb" she named them.
"Obb, Anya...Papa" said the boy.
Danny laughed and kissed him as he laughed.
Tyrion watched everything from afar, the innocent child made him relax, with such an army and dragons.
Sam next to him, looked at his godson with amusement.
"What will you do if your father is the enemy?" Tryon asked.
Sam looked at him.
"I will destroy him," he said.
The dwarf looked at him.
Samuel was a difficult man to understand.
Good but also cruel.
A scholar but also an experienced general.
A builder but a destroyer.
The hand of the king of Valyria was an enigma to the dwarf.
Varys was sitting at a small table, arguing in whispers with Pypar.
"The union of Menique and Robb Stark will bring problems," Varys said.
"At the moment there is nothing to do. Olenna worries me more than Menique," Pypar clarified.
Varys became thoughtful.
"Perhaps a marriage to the heiress of High Garden?" Varys asked.
"It doesn't matter much, Valyria and the north are allies, and both kings share blood, but Talisa, as the daughter of the lord of Volantis, is important for Valyria and the north to unite, even though King Jon and Robb are family, the princes are not close, Talisa cannot lose her position against Margaery or anyone else," Pypar said.
Varys nods.
"Well. Olenna will have to be persuaded," he whispered.
"Dorne will be an example of persuasion"
[T/N: Oh thank GOD! I was this close to crying right now when I thought they were all going to die. Depending on how many dragons they have then Jon currently won't be able to stand up to them with him not having enough mana to stand up to them with his own army of dragons and/or Krakens. Hopefully, the next chapter won't be tragic. If you like this chapter then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want to read a few advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi. It's well over 20+ chapters ahead!]
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