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Chapter 10 - Force to reckon

After killing three wolf cavalrymen who violated military orders in an almost miraculous way, the remaining wolf cavalrymen were completely shocked and confused. They didn't understand. What was the power Master Robb showed? Immediately, they fell into a frenzy and began to worship Robb.

Since ancient times, humans have always had feelings of worship and fear towards mysterious and powerful beings. In ancient times, the sons of elves and ancestors of Westeros began to believe in the old gods out of fear. Especially after watching Robb summon a long sword made of red thunder out of thin air, their worship of Robb almost reached the point of worshiping a god. Some people have already determined in their hearts that Robb must be the incarnation of a god walking on the earth; otherwise, there is no way to explain all this. They were the first to dismount, kneel down in the direction of Robb, and silently recite the most commonly used prayers.

"God, please guide me."

Robb stood in the middle of the crowd and accepted worship. He didn't think it was a big deal. He had already seen this kind of scene when he took over the Golden Law and became the King of Elden. These can only be regarded as small scenes at the moment.

Robb gathered the split corpses together: "Bury them and set up a monument. Even if they violate the military order, they are still members of the Wolf Cavalry."

That night, the lords of Cailin Bay all knew this was not the first time Robb had shown magical power in the woods. All the lords saw it when he rescued the wounded man before.

Their awe for Robb is getting deeper and deeper. Starting from Winterfell, Robb has continuously shocked them. Now Robb is simply a fog to them.

The behavior of these lords became more and more respectful and orderly.

In the next few days, Robb still led his wolf cavalry to train in the jungle. This time, in addition to training obedience, Robb also studied a set of small flag terminology to coordinate with the team's tactics.

There are three colors of flags. Each color flag waved in different directions represents different military orders, including retreat, attack, encirclement, and suppression, etc.

Because the battlefield is noisy, and sometimes due to various force majeure factors, the soldiers' battle lines are stretched very long, so it is impossible to command the army by voice alone, unless your voice is louder than thunder.

Robb does have a loud spell like [Trolly Roar] that he can use, but it can only emit one volume and cannot convey a variety of battlefield messages. After thinking about it, the time-tested method of battle flag terminology is the best. Easy to use.

During training, Robb did not forget his "money ability". As long as any team member performed well in training, he would be rewarded with money.

Under the atmosphere of high pressure, high bounty and the honor of fighting for the lord, the hearts of these wolf cavalry were gradually won by Robb.

The lords who were still looking at the map in the castle and preparing for the next battle never expected that in just a few days, the cavalry they sent out would be completely controlled by Robb.

After Robb's rigorous training, the current wolf cavalry is completely different from the team four days ago. Their individual combat capabilities have not improved much, but the entire wolf cavalry team can obey orders and prohibitions, with eyes full of desire and killing.

It is no exaggeration to say that if we could travel through time and space and let the current team fight against the Wolf Cavalry a few days ago, although it would be impossible to completely annihilate them, they would definitely be able to defeat the opponent with a crushing situation.

The sun sets in the west, and the remaining rays of the setting sun indicate that today's time has passed.

Robb looked at the brand-new group of wolf cavalry and said happily: "Very good, you have completed the training I originally planned. I am very happy to have so many soldiers by my side. Tomorrow we will go to the battlefield, let the enemy tremble under the hooves of our horses.

The wolf cavalry shouted in unison: "We must win!"

After the shouting, everyone fell into silence. No one whispered a word of nonsense to each other. They all looked at their coach with firm eyes.

"Very good, let's go back to the castle."

Ouch...

Accompanied by a long wolf howl in the jungle, all the wolf cavalry followed Robb and advanced slowly towards the castle in Cailin Bay.

Just when the team just walked out of the jungle, Robb suddenly reined in their horses. The rest of the wolf cavalry also reined in their horses and waited quietly behind Robb.

Robb suddenly pulled out his bow and arrow and shot an arrow at the direwolf Gray Wind who was leading the way.

The direwolf is the emblem of House Stark in the North.

Old Ned once encountered a dying she-wolf in the wild. There were six ungrown wolf cubs in her arms, which corresponded to the six children of the Stark family, so he gave these six direwolves to the children. They raise them.

Each direwolf has a special meaning to the Stark family. It has long been separated from the category of pets. It has a similar symbolic meaning to the dragon of the Targaryen family. Gray Wind is the symbol of Robb. As long as he sees it, Gray Wind, then Robb must be nearby.

Robb's whistle arrow shot directly at Gray Wind. After the past few days of training, the wolf cavalry behind him instinctively picked up their bows and arrows to shoot. However, some people still hesitated and did not fire the arrows immediately.

Whoosh whoosh! Two hundred and seventy-six arrows accurately hit Gray Feng, but Gray Feng did not make any sound. The arrows directly passed through Gray Feng's body and stuck straight into the ground. Gray Feng's figure was like a rippling reflection in the water, which fluctuated for a few times before returning to normal.

[Luring Enemy Phantom]

[Create an illusory figure to confuse the enemy.]

This Gray Wind is just a phantom created by Robb out of thin air.

The eleven wolf cavalry who did not fire bows and arrows behaved completely differently from the previous three. They took off their armor on their own initiative, jumped off their horses, and walked toward Robb with swords in hand.

There was no regret on their faces, only the determination to die calmly.

After these days of training, they have identified with the Wolf Cavalry culture formulated by Robb. They receive generous rewards, enjoy honors, and are naturally willing to die.

They knelt half before Robb, raised their swords above their heads, and asked their master to kill them.

"Write your will, and I will give a small amount of the reward you deserve to the person you think is the most important."

Robb was slightly soft-hearted. Humans are not grass and trees, how can we be ruthless?

During these days of getting along with these eleven wolf riders, Robb had already memorized their names, got to know their families, and knew their preferences.

They are living people, not cold numbers on the battlefield.

But military law cannot rely on human feelings, because as long as it talks about human relationships, more people will die.

Robb took the blade they offered him.

Two hundred and seventy-six wolf cavalry carried eleven complete corpses, and the team returned to the castle gate with a solemn atmosphere.

Just now was the final test given to them by Robb. Now Robb believes that the combat power of this wolf cavalry will definitely exceed everyone's imagination.

With the last rays of sunset remaining, Robb's team could finally see the gate to Moat Cailin.

At the gate of the castle, Greatjon and Old Skinned were riding their horses and preparing to leave the city, heading towards the jungle of Bay Cailin. It seemed that they had some important information to report to Robb.

"This is a perfect time for the Wolf Cavalry to make its debut."

Robb looked at the two figures, smiled slightly, asked the Wolf Cavalry to wait here, and faced the two of them.

When approaching old Roose Bolton the Skinned, Robb didn't hesitate, nocked an arrow directly, and shot an arrow at the guy's old face.

Then Roose Bolton saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

A total of two hundred and seventy-six arrows flew towards him.