[Golden Block]
[While praying to the golden tree, it deflects the enemy's attacks and loses balanced combat skills. Some distance from the enemy can also be effective.]
A golden inscription appeared in mid-air, and the illusory runes gathered into a circle. Countless patterns outlined by golden lines appeared inside the circle. The most eye-catching thing was the intertwined curves in the center of the circle: an arc.
That is the sign of the perfect Golden Law.
The moment this illusive sign appeared, the Great Jon and Old Skinned Roose Bolton, who were closest to Robb, had the urge to kneel down and worship.
Fortunately, this illusory pattern only appeared for a moment, then immediately erupted with a shockwave and dissipated in the air. Only then did the two of them resist the urge to cry and kneel down in repentance.
The golden parrying combat skill bounced away all the arrows fired at Roose Bolton. The out-of-control arrows flew in all directions and struck hard at the feet of Roose Bolton's horse. The startled horse just raised its head. Its hoof almost flipped the old peeling skin to the ground.
After finally controlling the horse, Old Skinned Roose looked at Robb angrily, wanting to ask him what he meant, but his words were choked in his throat and he could not speak.
He was horrified, frightened, and confused.
Just now, he clearly saw that there were knights sent from his own family in the team, but why in just a few days, those knights were able to treat him without hesitation, regardless of their previous loyalty and affection, and shoot an arrow?
What did this Robb do? Did he use magic to control these people?!
Robb still had a familiar smile: "Hahaha, I'm sorry, Lord Roose Bolton, I'm just making a little joke with you. I'm sure you won't mind."
Everyone knew that this was not a joke, but a warning...
Robb was warning Roose Bolton of his recent temptations.
Roose Bolton was very angry and wanted to find two people to skin him to vent his anger, but he looked at the solemn wolf cavalry on the side and forced a smile: "Of course, it's a very interesting joke."
Great Jon was beside him. He gloated: "Hahaha, Master Robb is really awesome. In such a short time, these wolf cubs have become very different from before!"
Robb was a little more modest: "Thank you, I just did some trivial work. Are you coming to the forest to find me? What happened?"
Greatjon suppressed the smile on his face: "The Manderly family's team has arrived, and they also escorted your mother to Moat Cailin."
With a thought in his heart, another powerful helper came: "Take me quickly!"
The group came to the conference room in Carlin Bay. The place was already filled with lords of all sizes. Among these people, Catelyn... As Stark spoke, he frequently looked at the door, hoping to see that familiar figure soon.
Finally, when Robb appeared in the doorway, Catelyn stood up excitedly.
As a mother, a woman whose husband was taken away, Catelyn has both a dependence on Robb because he is the oldest man in the family, and also a worry because after all, Robb is only a child.
How she wanted to run over, kiss her son's eyebrows and the bridge of his nose, and take a good look at what the child she hadn't seen for almost a year had grown into.
She couldn't wait to talk to her son, talk about her experiences, and care about her son's first time leading the army in the war. She had thousands of words to say.
But as soon as she took a step, her steps stopped.
Caitlin was born in a noble family and is now the wife of a northern lord. She has participated in countless political banquets and is very sensitive to the atmosphere. She discovered that when her son stepped into this conference room, the faces of all the lords changed. Everyone became serious.
They were no longer relaxed, as if they were intimidated by some kind of power. They became careful and cautious, as if they were afraid that they had done something wrong.
Greatjon and Roose Bolton, who walked in with Robb, acted like guards. They personally opened the door to Robb's room and pulled out the chair, as if they were serving a king.
Is this...
You read it right?!
Even if Ned is here, it is impossible for these lords to show such an attitude!
Caitlin's face was full of astonishment. She couldn't believe that her son had grown to such an extent. It was foreseeable that he would become a better lord of the north than Ned!
After feeling a little relieved, Caitlin apologized to the lords: "My lords, I have traveled a long distance now and am quite tired. I just want to have a few words with my son alone. I believe that your lords will understand."
All the lords stood up together. Caitlin had an inexplicable feeling that these people did not seem to leave because of her words, but because of her son Robb sitting beside them.
There was ale and cheese on the table. Caitlin poured a cup, sat down, took a sip, and looked at her son carefully. He seemed to be taller and more majestic than when she left. She really didn't know how this little guy dealt with those lords.
"You have a beard. Edmure started growing a beard when he was sixteen."
Robb saw his mother, and the closeness brought by blood made him very gentle. He rarely made a wisecrack: "These beards are very annoying. I think I'll look more handsome if I shave them off."
Catelyn was amused: "You don't seem to be worried about me asking you to go back to Winterfell, just like sending a crying baby back to bed. You must know that when you practiced your sword a year ago, you still used a wooden sword."
Robb shrugged: "You have seen the performance of those lords, I bet if you proposed to send me back to Winterfell, they would immediately send you back."
Caitlin was not angry when she heard this, but was very pleased: "You have really grown up. I really can't believe how you conquered those bastards."
"My surname is Stark. That's enough."
Caitlin wanted to reach out and touch her son's hair, but after thinking about it, she retracted her hand.
Robb asked her: "Do you know about your father?"
This is what Catelyn fears most. She tried her best to suppress her fear from others: "I know, when I logged in to Mandalay in White Harbor, the family told me."
Caitlin was preparing to return to Winterfell from King's Landing very early to see the children, but halfway there she found a dwarf—the little devil of the Lannister family—drinking wine on the roadside.
She always thought that the little devil wanted to kill her son Bran, so she immediately arrested the little devil.
Then she came to her sister's territory and was about to let her sister kill the little devil to vent her anger, but she didn't expect that the little devil ran away.
A few days later, she heard news of great changes in the royal capital, so she quickly returned to the north, preparing to discuss countermeasures with my son.
Caitlin said with some disappointment: "My sister...is unwilling to send the knights from Erin Valley, so we can't get help from the Eagle family."