When the Karstark family's army appeared in Winterfell, everyone knew that the army was about to leave.
Bran Stark sat on a chair and looked at the crowds of people in Winterfell. He felt a little dazed for a moment. Even the last time the king came, there were not so many people.
However, Robb had made a lot of arrangements early on. Although there were many people now, it was not crowded. Each family was located on the same side, with few conflicts with each other, and it actually seemed very orderly.
Bran heard that his brother Robb had cut off more than a dozen heads with his own hands to gain peace.
"How many people have come before?" Bran asked Maester Luwin curiously.
Maester Luwin has been very busy lately, writing and drawing on paper, while answering: "There are more than 12,000 people, and the Karstark family has also brought more than 2,000 people here. The food in the city has been There are not many left, the team will set off soon, otherwise we will all have to go to the streets to beg for food."
"With less than fifteen thousand people, can we save my father?"
Luwin's scalp went numb after calculating these numbers: "There are also swamp people. Earl Mandalay and Earl Flint, who are a little further south, will join in when the army reaches their territory. There should be knights from the Tombs near the King's Road who want to try their luck." There will be many people joining, and Bran feels a little relieved. Watching the white sun star flag on the black background of the Karstark family slowly entering the city, he feels a little uneasy: "Brother will probably entertain them."
"The Karstark family is not only the same as your family more than a thousand years ago, but among the nobles who came here, they are the most powerful along with the Severn family, the Amber family, and the Bolton family, so your brother will definitely be in the largest banquet hall. Treat him to a banquet."
Because there were so many nobles coming, and most of them brought their sons, the drawing room in Winterfell couldn't accommodate these people, so Robb could only entertain them in batches according to the strength of the nobles.
Bran didn't like this kind of occasion very much. As Robb's younger brother, he would sit on Robb's left hand side, which was the most distinguished position besides Robb. But as a man with disabled legs, he could feel The lords all stared at him with dissatisfied eyes.
Why should a disabled person sit in that position?
No one said this, but Bran had heard it countless times.
Tonight is another banquet, and he has to sit in that position again and accept everyone's strange eyes. If possible, Bran really hopes that he can get seriously ill now and get better after those people are gone.
However, if these are all gone, Robb will also leave...
Although Bran is still young, he understands the ruthlessness of war. If Robb really has an accident on the battlefield, the Stark family will really collapse.
His father, Sansa and Arya, who were still in the capital, could not be saved...
Time passed minute by minute in my wild thoughts, and soon it was time to entertain the Karstark family. Robb The person sent asked Bran to get dressed and prepare to go to the banquet hall.
Bran felt a little headache, sighed, changed his clothes and set off.
On the way to the banquet hall, Bran only felt that this journey was more difficult than his brother's journey to King's Landing.
Finally, we arrived at the door of the banquet hall, opened the door, and saw many lords sitting around a long table. There was a lot of people and excitement. There were several small tables next to them, and they were all occupied by young people.
Robb was the first to see Bran arrive. He stood up, took the armrest of the wheelchair from the servant's hand, and pushed Bran to the position on his left.
Bran seemed to hear those illusory questioning voices again, but his face looked as usual. Under the influence of his brother, he learned to hide his emotions and prevent others from seeing his thoughts.
After settling his brother down, Robb picked up the wine glass and said, "Welcome Lord Rickard Karstark. The Stark family will not forget this friendship. Now that our team has been assembled, tonight is not just a banquet for Uncle Rickard." The banquet is also the meeting before our departure."
The people of the Severn family, the Amber family, the Bolton family and the Karstark family have all arrived, plus the soldiers of the Stark family, the power of the North has been gathered Seventy-seven, eighty-eight, it's time to raise troops and go to war.
"Rescue old Duke Ned!"
"Go to King's Landing and kill that old brat!"
"Mader, when I and the old Duke fought against the Mad King, that brat didn't know where to sell it, but now it's actually If you dare to imprison Ned, go to King's Landing and kill her!"
As soon as the declaration of the expedition came out, the lords of the north were all excited. Some of them were eager to make achievements, some were out of comradeship with Ned, and some were simply loyal to the history of history. Tucker family.
After the lords had finished venting, Robb smiled slightly and continued: "Everyone, be ready when you go back. The army will set off at noon tomorrow."
At this time, a rough voice sounded, the sound was extremely loud, like There was a thunder in people's ears: "Our family's team must go in front, at least not behind the Severn family!"
This loud noise shocked everyone present. Only Robb looked as usual, with a smile on his face. With a faint smile.
Robb looked at the man, Jon Umber, the patriarch of the Umber family. Because his son next to him was also named Jon, people generally called him Great Jon. He was more than two meters tall, even though he was wearing a robe. The heavy armor also shows that his thick body is full of amazing strength. The ferocious beast is people's first impression of him.
Robb said slowly: "Greatjon, you are in my army now. We can discuss the specific plan, but the result may not be what you want. In the end, this is the most important point. After the military order comes out, no matter what Whether you are dissatisfied or dissatisfied, you have to carry it out, understand?"
Greatjon couldn't listen to Robb's words at all: "What kind of military order is being carried out? If my team is behind, I will go back immediately!"
Meech Severn on the side and Rickard Karstark's expressions changed.
Robb was not in a hurry. He sat leisurely on the chair and looked at Meggie, the captain of the military law team who had just taken office not long ago: "If the Great Jon really leaves, in accordance with the latest military law, swear to me again." What is the crime of running away from the battlefield?"
Meggie stood up suddenly, looked at the opponent with her size that was not inferior to that of Great Jon, held the knife at her waist, and uttered two words one by one: "Behead."
No one doubted that as long as Robb gave the order, she would chop at him without hesitation.
"You said I ran away from battle, are you still a grass-green brat?!"
The Great Jon had no reaction to beheading, but when he heard such a disgraceful word as "running away from battle," he instantly became furious. He and Ned had been fighting for their whole lives, and they had an upright character. , the most important thing is loyalty, and honor is more important than life. When he heard this, his mind was confused and he stretched out his hand to his waist. He wanted to get a knife.
"Ouch!!!"
Gray Wind, who had been sitting at Robb's feet and gnawing bones, suddenly smelled the smell of danger. He rushed up to the table and stared at the Great Jon who was about to draw his sword and aim it at his master. He opened his mouth and was about to bite the Great Jon.
This scene happened so fast that the nobles present did not react.
But what happened next made everyone unable to react.
An invisible gravity suddenly appeared on Robb. Bran, who was close to Robb, felt it most clearly. He felt like he was about to leave the wheelchair and fly towards Robb!
Gray Wind maintained his pouncing posture in mid-air, and the next second his body flew backwards under the influence of this force, landing accurately on the table in front of Robb!
This is a type of gravity magic that pulls enemies towards you.
Robb controlled the direction and main target, mainly pulling Gray Wind, otherwise everyone in this room would instantly lose their balance and fall to the ground!
What magical power is this?
Everyone's brains went blank for a moment. Old Gods above, is this power a miracle?
"Woooooooooo..."
Gray Wind, who was pulled back by gravity, still instinctively wanted to throw forward, but his whole body was suppressed by a hand. That was Robb's hand. He grabbed Gray Wind. His spine pushed him directly onto the table, and his struggling wolf claws knocked over the pots and bowls in front of Bran.
Everyone looked at Robb, who was leaning on the chair with a relaxed expression, dumbfounded. What kind of strength was this, able to easily suppress the direwolf with one hand? !
Meggie was the only one who wasn't surprised at all. Robb could crush his own hand bones, so suppressing a direwolf didn't seem so exaggerated.
Robb held down the manic giant direwolf with one hand and explained to it with a smile: "Don't be so excited, Gray Wind. The Great Jon just wants to help us cut the fattest mutton."