The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 295
A loud and ear-splitting voice roared out from Robert's mouth, and everyone in the imperial meeting looked at the fat king in front of him in amazement.

"Robert, you..."

Old Jon's eyes were slightly moist, as if an elderly father was relieved to see his growing child.

During his more than ten years as the Hand of the King, he saw with his own eyes that his once excellent adopted son had turned into the current wild boar king.

It was because of Robert's unreliable appearance that Old Jon wanted to try every means to continue the life of this new kingdom in the last few years of his life.

And Robert's words just now seemed to make him see once again the high-spirited young master of the Deer family who led the coalition forces to defeat the Targaryen family on the battlefield!

The eyes of the two younger brothers were also different, and they were also infected by the majesty of the king that Robert exuded just now, so they all petitioned:
"Your Majesty Robert, you are now the ruler of Westeros. Let me be responsible for leading the expeditionary army?"

"This honor should belong to me, brother Stannis, don't forget that you are also responsible for the transfer of Dragonstone Island and the Royal Navy, don't you still have the witchcraft of doppelganger?"

"Renly, you shouldn't put yourself in danger until you leave an heir!"

……

The two brothers who were arguing at this time knew that the so-called command of the army was not really important, the most important thing was to dispel Robert's idea of ​​personally conquering.

After all, the continent of Westeros has only been stabilized for a few years now, if anything happens to Robert on the battlefield, then the Baratheon family will most likely come to an end!

Even Old Jon looked at Robert, who was still drunk, uneasy, so he, who knew the other's character well, took the initiative to say:
"Robert, those wildlings are nothing more than a motley army without arms or armour, and it would be no honor to defeat them. A real king would not lay his sword on such a weakling.

And with your younger brother personally leading the troops, plus the Night Watchman and our reinforcements, you don't need to worry about Ned's safety.

After we have dealt with the threats outside the Great Wall, you can go to Winterfell to meet Ned in person, and pay homage to Lyanna by the way. "

Old Jon knew very well that Robert, who was overjoyed and overjoyed, would give up his plan to conquer the savages himself only if he belittled those wildlings to nothing.

Sure enough, after hearing that the threat from the wildlings was nothing to fear, and that Ed's safety would not be threatened, Robert's eyes became cloudy again, and he said dissatisfiedly with his mouth full of alcohol:
"One or two don't want me to go to the north. Are you the king or I am the king...then I won't go."

Seeing that Robert had finally given up the plan of the royal conquest, everyone secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the king's safety did not need them to worry about.

It's a pity that not everyone takes the king's safety seriously:
"My lords are right. After all, swords and guns have no eyesight on the battlefield. It would be a disaster if a savage shot in the back and accidentally injured His Majesty the King."

On the seat at the farthest edge of the imperial meeting, Littlefinger Petyr suddenly let out a sigh of emotion intentionally or unintentionally, which just passed into the ears of Robert who was about to turn around and leave.

Hearing Littlefinger's 'kind reminder', Robert, who was already drunk, turned around like an enraged wild boar, and yelled at Petyr:

"Petyr, do you think my guts will be the same as your little finger? How could I be worried about the sneak attack of the wildlings?"

Worse!

Seeing Robert's glaring drunken face, Old Jon, who was familiar with the opponent's heart, immediately reacted, and began to wink at Littlefinger on the opposite side, signaling him to stop talking.

However, Littlefinger didn't seem to notice the look in Old Jon's eyes. Instead, he looked frightened by the anger of the angry king, and whispered in fear:
"How could it be? His Majesty the King was once a legendary warrior who defeated Rhaegar Targaryen in a duel. Even now, he will not lose to a mere savage..."

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, although Littlefinger's words seemed to be praising Robert's bravery at first, but Robert always felt that his dignity was insulted.

What does it mean to be a legendary warrior in the past?
Isn't he a legendary warrior who is brave and good at fighting now?
"Your Majesty, you personally led the army to overthrow the Mad King of the Targaryen Dynasty. No one in Westeros will doubt your bravery."

Old Jon hurriedly calmed Robert's emotions, and began to describe the opponent's bravery in the battle vividly, trying to calm him down.

However, Robert noticed that Littlefinger was looking at his bulging belly like a pregnant woman with meaningful eyes, and he couldn't help roaring furiously:

"Needless to say, I will personally lead the army to the Great Wall. After victory, I will bring back the war hammer with the brains of the savages on it for you to have a good look at!"

After finishing speaking, he left the imperial meeting directly, and walked towards the outside of the Red Castle with several guards following him, obviously planning to find a blacksmith to make new armor.

Seeing this scene, Old Jon only felt dizzy for a while, and then stared at the little finger on the other side of the table who was pretending to be innocent with eagle-like sharp eyes.

Although Petyr's performance just now seemed to be the image of a timid and fearful chancellor of the exchequer, but Old Jon still vaguely felt the other party's ulterior motives.

He suddenly felt that he didn't seem to know this young man who was hand-picked by himself.

———King’s Row, Weeks Later

The King's Road is a 'highway' that connects the city of King's Landing from Storm's End in the Stormlands, and then extends all the way to the Great Wall in the north.

And it was on this avenue that spanned more than half of Westeros, an army dressed in golden sheep robes and black mail armor, with uneven ranks, was slowly advancing northward along the avenue.

And at the forefront of this team were hundreds of heavily armored knights wearing plate armor and beige robes. They were the elite knights of the Baratheon family.

At this moment, these knights were holding up the stag banner wearing a crown, nervously crowding around a fat figure.

This person is King Robert Baratheon who is preparing to go to the Great Wall in person to fight the savages to the death!
Under the day and night work of the blacksmiths and the temptation of the golden dragon, King Robert finally got the plate armor and war hammer he had dreamed of, and then led the royal guards to the north.

In order to show his full support for his good brother Ned, Robert not only summoned the knights of the Baratheon family, but even took two thousand 'golden robes' from King's Landing!
But obviously, compared to the family guards who pledged their allegiance to King Robert to the death, those gold robes who go to work just to get off work obviously don't have much combat effectiveness.

The Golden Robe is the capital guard who only swears allegiance to the royal family, and is also the law enforcer and official garrison of King's Landing.

It's a pity that even the farmers who passed by and the businessmen on their way could see that these breathless soldiers didn't have much combat effectiveness.

I am afraid that apart from the gorgeous golden robes on their backs and the spears in their hands, these soldiers recruited from hooligans and ordinary people have no fighting power at all!

But at this time, King Robert couldn't care less about these issues, because he hadn't traveled as far as today for a long time:

"Ha~ha~ The damn weather is getting colder, Barristan, where are we now?"

King Robert sat on the horseback panting. He used to be able to easily ride a warhorse across the battlefield. Now he only felt the sharp pain of the fat on the inside of his legs being rubbed, and he secretly groaned in his heart.

It seems that his body is indeed not as strong as it was when he was young. Maybe he shouldn't refuse to carry a carriage for the sake of face in King's Landing.

"Your Majesty, we have just left Cailin Bay and are now heading towards the Seven City of the Seven family. It is estimated that it will take another three days."

The loyal Captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan Selmy, was receiving a map from his entourage, but His Majesty the King was clearly not interested in reading and writing.

Recalling the howling wind and the lifeless hill tribes he experienced along the way, Robert couldn't help shrinking the bearskin on his back and cursing:

"Seven layers of hell, has that guy Ned always lived in this kind of place? This is really a poor, cold, smelly place!"

Just as Robert kept cursing, a terrified figure on horseback suddenly appeared on the King's Road in the distance, running towards the king's team at a fast speed.

The fleeing man obviously didn't expect to bump into the army here, so he couldn't help waving the broken sword in his hand and shouted excitedly:
"Help, help!"

"Stop those who come, otherwise we will treat you as an assassin and kill you on the spot!"

Seeing the broken sword in the hand of the fleeing man, the surrounding Baratheon family knights immediately raised their lances to meet him and surrounded him.

Seeing this, the young man decisively dropped the weapon in his hand, and then shouted at Robert, who was clearly the leader:

"My lord, I am the guard of a northern caravan. Not far ahead, we were plundered and slaughtered by a group of heavy cavalry. I was the only one who escaped!"

"Seven gods, is the law and order in the northern border so bad that even the roadblock knights are so rampant?!"

Looking at the northern guard with the direwolf emblem on his chest, Robert couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, apparently not expecting this situation.

The so-called Highway Knights are a group of proletarian nobles who rely on their martial arts, weapons and armor to rob passers-by, and often bully passing farmers and caravans.

Under normal circumstances, the robbed person only needs to hand over one-tenth of his belongings, so the road knights will not be too entangled.

But blatantly looting caravans like this, and even massacring those merchants and guards who gave up resistance, no matter where it is, it is an extremely serious and vicious incident!
Hearing the complaints of the caravan guard, the Kingsguard who had been silently following Robert, Jaime Lannister couldn't help laughing and mocking:
"It seems that our so-called 'integrity' Guardian of the North is not very good. I heard that he brought his illegitimate son home, and now he can't even protect his own caravan. He is really useless."

Hearing this, King Robert couldn't help but look angrily at the sloppy James, and then reprimanded sharply:
"Shut up, Kingslayer, Ned is not a person who will stand by and watch innocent people die indifferently. A person with no honor like you is not qualified to comment on him!"

Then Robert snatched the lance from a family knight next to him, and shouted to Barristan and the knights beside him:
"I am the king of Westeros, the guardian of the Seven Realms, and Ned's subjects are also my subjects, so I naturally have the obligation to protect them!

Throw away those sluggish, lazy golden robes, knights of Baratheon, and let our rage crush those bastards who dishonor the name of knights! "

"The flames of rage!"

The knights of Baratheon raised their lances high, shouting the motto of the Baratheon family, and rushed towards the King's Road ahead with Robert.

Looking at the back of Robert leading the knights away, Barristan couldn't help recalling the strong man he saw for the first time more than ten years ago, and said with admiration:
"Time has really changed a lot of things. I originally thought that King Robert might always be addicted to drinking and sex, but I didn't expect that when the crisis really came, he would still be quite reliable."

"Hehehe, maybe it's just a play on the occasion, maybe now he is looking forward to what kind of surprises the northern prostitutes in Winterfell will bring him?"

Compared to Barristan who was in a state of emotion, James sneered and began to sarcastically sarcasm, he would never believe that Robert would really change his ways.

As far as he was concerned, this was nothing more than Robert's dying struggle after his own position was threatened, and he would hold out for a while before collapsing again.

Hearing this, the surrounding Baratheon knights who hadn't left immediately looked at James angrily, and even Barristan, who was always kind, couldn't help saying angrily:

"I don't know what will happen in the future, but at least at this moment, he kept his promise as the guardian of the Seven Realms, which is far stronger than you, a kingslayer!"

"What! Do you think I'm inferior to that fat drunkard?"

"Jaime Lannister!"

Hearing that James dared to belittle his king in this way, Barristan, who was already extremely dissatisfied with the kingslayer, drew out his sword angrily, his eyes full of terrifying killing intent:
"Better let me not hear your blasphemy against the king again, or I will no longer regard you as my sworn brother!"

"Calm down old man, this is just a simple joke I made."

Facing Barristan's sword pointing at him, James obviously had no intention of fighting the opponent, so he pointed in the direction where Robert left in the distance and said:
"Instead of having the time to chat with me here, you might as well go and see how your king is doing, maybe he will be murdered by those thugs~"

"Humph!"

Hearing that King Robert's safety was at stake, Barristan could only withdraw his sword, and instead rode his horse galloping in the direction Robert left.

As a Kingsguard, he has already lost a king because of his poor protection, and he doesn't want to lose his job again!

James, on the other hand, leisurely followed the golden-cloaked team, and at the same time smiled at the commander of the capital defense force next to him:
"It must be very tiring to face such a serious person every day?"

"Isn't it? He's the first person I've seen who has trouble with money."

The Commander of the Capital Guard, Genos, also responded to James' inquiry with a smile. After all, the other party came from the richest family on the continent, and he was completely worthy of his favor.

In this way, 2000 gold robes who were originally responsible for protecting the king's safety began to march slowly on the king's road, not caring about the king's life or death.

(End of this chapter)