The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 308 Resurrection, My...

"What should we do uncle, shall we agree to Governor Dario's proposal?"

Several small rafts were struggling to move in the constantly choppy sea, and in the lead boat were the poor nephews and uncles of Greyjoy: Yara and Victarion.

For Victarion's previous desecration of the Black Ark, Daario confiscated the two longships as an apology, and only allowed them and their crew to leave the Black Ark on small rafts.

Facing the mace of the Pendor Auxiliary Army, these crew members left the longship they had sailed for many years very 'happily', and then drove the small boat towards Pike Island.

And Victarion was sitting alone on the bow of the boat at the moment, and after hearing Yara's inquiry behind him, he could only hammer his head in frustration and said:

"Well, it's all because of me being obsessed with money for a while. Now that the Iron Fleet is completely wiped out, I don't know if Brother Baron will chop off my head and use it as a bowl."

You must know that the Iron Fleet is an important barrier used by the Iron Islands to ensure the safety of the islands, so that the Ironborn can plunder unscrupulously without fear of retaliation.

But now without the protection of this fleet, those forces that were looted by the Ironborn are bound to launch a bloody revenge on the Iron Islands!
Yala naturally understood this, so she could only comfort her with difficulty:

"Let's leave this difficult problem to my father, after all, it's not really a difficult problem if one succumbs to such a powerful force as the elves.

Uncle, think about it, these once unheard of elves have come to Westeros across the vast sea and brought so many troops, they must have plots against this continent!

If we can use this opportunity to make profits for the Iron Islands, maybe we can also occupy a piece of real land for the Greyjoy family! "

Speaking of this, Yara couldn't help showing a touch of excitement on his face. After all, being able to occupy a piece of land on the mainland has always been the dream of the Greyjoy family.

The ironborn have long been dissatisfied with living in the harsh conditions of the Iron Islands. If Balon hadn't suppressed many ironborn with an iron fist and the belief of the Drowned God, the rebellion would have already come!
But if those elves are really willing to offer a piece of land as a reward for their loyalty to the Ironborn, then let alone the Ironborn, even Yara is willing to serve the elves.

Ha, you mean the Iron Fleet?
He already has his own land on the main road, what iron fleet do we need?

"Hey... I just hope that my brother can be more sensible, and don't immediately conflict with those elves."

Victarion sighed silently. After all, he saw with his own eyes the tens of thousands of fully armored warriors on the Black Ark ready to go. This is not a force that the Iron Islands can resist at all.

I just hope that my brother will not be so reckless, and finally lead the Greyjoy family to an irreversible end...

———North, Winterfell

As a large castle used to accept people from the north to spend the long winter, Winterfell is not a magnificent town, but it is still warm and comfortable.

But now, the golden robes crowded around the city have made the whole city smoky, exuding a faint stench like King's Landing.

And what's worse, these 'elites' from the capital seemed to look down on the barbaric northerners, and even had friction with the soldiers of the Stark family.

The common people complained, but at the moment the nobles of Winterfell had no time to deal with this mess, because there was a more important matter before them:
His Majesty the King seems to be unable to hold on any longer!
Inside the castle, Barristan came to King Robert's ward on crutches, and then grabbed a bald old man who was preparing a potion and asked:
"Maester Luwin, may I ask how your Majesty's injury is, and when will he wake up?"

"My lord, this is your third inquiry today. I think what you need to do most now is to find a place to sit down and have a good rest."

Maester Luwin felt helpless at Barristan's trembling left leg, then shook his head regretfully and said:
"The situation of His Majesty the King is not optimistic. Although the ice spear that pierced His Majesty's body did not damage vital organs, it still frostbitten His Majesty's internal organs, causing His Majesty's body temperature to fluctuate.

Although I can temporarily delay the speed of the injury from getting worse with the help of medicine, it is not a long-term situation after all, and he can only survive by himself.

The only thing we can do now is to pray for His Majesty the King..."

After saying that, Maester Luwin turned and left His Majesty's room. He had to teach Bran and Rickon how to learn noble etiquette, so it was impossible to stay in the king's room all day.

Looking at the back of Maester Luwin going away, Barristan's face was full of remorse, and all the scenes in his mind were the scene of Robert's injury in order to save himself.

"I, the Kingsguard, really failed my duty. I failed to protect the king twice in a row, and even let the king get hurt because of me..."

A bitter smile could not help appearing on Barristan's face, and then he leaned on his cane and walked towards Robert's room, ready to visit the seriously injured king.

However, when he came to the door of King Robert's ward, the remorse on his face was immediately replaced by anger:

"How courageous, Jin Paozi actually dared to drink while on guard, get up and drive this guy away!"

I saw Jaime standing at the door of Robert's room like a proud knight in noble rimmed plate armor, as if he had been a meritorious minister who had successfully rescued the king.

And beside him, there were a few gold robes reeking of alcohol leaning against the wall. The hazy eyes made Barristan wish to kill these dereliction of duty bastards immediately. .

With King Robert in a coma and Genos, Commander of the City Watch, hanging out in whorehouses and bars, there was no one to manage them.

After seeing Barristan on crutches, James leisurely came to Barristan with a cowhide wine bag, raised his eyebrows and said frivolously:
"Ah~ So it's our fearless Ser Barristan. I didn't expect you to stay in Winterfell. I thought you would leave in despair because Robert saved you~"

"Kingslayer who came late, you are not qualified to stand in this place, get out of the king's room immediately!"

Facing James' provocation, Barristan did not hesitate to choose what he thought was the easiest way to deal with it:

Draw your sword!

brush~
Barristan pulled out the gleaming sword from his waist, and then swung it from Barristan's hand like lightning across the sky, and slashed towards James who was not far away.

In his opinion, the reason why King Robert was injured in the previous battle with the Wild Hunting Elves was entirely because James' reinforcements were too slow!
"Lannister born evil kid, let me do it myself...!"

"Good come!"

Seeing Barristan rushing towards him with one foot, James, who was relying on alcohol, also pulled out his sword excitedly, ready to fight Barristan to the death.

In a previous martial arts tournament, this old man who was nearly sixty years old knocked James to the ground in just three charges, which was a lingering shame for him.

And now, he can finally wash away this shame with his own hands...?

"stop!"

Just when the two were about to meet each other, accompanied by a roar full of rage, a huge sword that was constantly emitting cold air fell from the side.

Seeing this, the two could only choose to stop, and then watched helplessly as their sabers were split into pieces by the huge force that fell from the sky!
Seeing this scene, James' alcohol dissipated immediately, and then he couldn't help swallowing, looking at the giant sword at the waist of the visitor and exclaiming:
"As expected of the Valyrian steel sword that has been passed down by the Stark family for thousands of years, this kind of strength that cuts iron like mud is really terrifying~"

"Put down your frivolous attitude, Kingslayer, do you want to stain the door of His Majesty's room with blood?"

The person who came was Ed who had rushed back to Winterfell ahead of schedule. Originally, he planned to stay on the Great Wall to deal with and monitor Drucci's army, and wait for Stannis' reinforcements by the way.

However, the raven sent by Maester Luwin forced him to return early. After all, King Robert's life is related to the stability of the Seven Kingdoms, and its importance is definitely higher than the appearance of the Drucci elves.

And...it's actually an elf again!
Ever since he learned that Robert was injured by a group of pointy-eared elves wearing bone armor, Ed immediately realized that the identity of the other party was the Wild Hunting elves.

Now he only feels that he hates the word elf more than ever before!
James was keenly aware of the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Ed's body, and after weighing it for a moment, he decisively spread his hands in a gesture of surrender and said:
"Okay, why did you become so serious all of a sudden?"

"I have no time to mess with you here, Ser Barristan, would you please come with me into His Majesty's chambers?"

"My pleasure, Duke Ed."

While talking, the two of them stepped over the drunken golden robes shivering in the corner, and entered Robert's ward under James' complicated eyes.

...in the room
The air was filled with a disgusting strong smell of herbs and blood, and the burning stove next to it made the room with the sealed windows like a big furnace.

Looking at Robert, who was covered with several layers of thick eiderdown quilts on the hospital bed, gasping for breath with his mouth open like a dying fish, Ed couldn't help asking the attendant in the room who was blushing:

"Why don't you open the windows for ventilation? Does Maester Luwin take care of anything?"

"Yes, my lord, because the icicle in His Majesty's body seems to have some kind of magic, and it still hasn't dissipated, so His Majesty's body temperature is very unstable.

The bachelor has taken special care of him, and he must always ensure that the fire is strong and take the medicine on time, and the rest can only wait for the blessing of the gods. "

After saying this, the squire took a piece of wood and threw it into the fire, not forgetting to wipe Robert's forehead with a wet towel.

Looking at the unconscious Robert on the bed, Barristan closed his eyes in pain, and then whispered to Ed next to him:

"At that time, my leg was stabbed by an ice thorn summoned by magic, and I could only watch His Majesty the King fall in front of me..."

"It's not your fault, Sir Barristan. Those Wild Hunting elves are a race that is good at magic. They are creatures from another world, and their strength cannot be underestimated."

As a good brother who played with Robert since he was a child, Ed was also full of pain in his heart when facing Robert who was unconsciously lying on the hospital bed at this time.

Gods of old, what serious sins have we humans committed to endure this suffering!

Thinking of this, Ed couldn't help sitting on the chair next to Robert's bed, and then told Barristan all the information he knew.

He is very irritable now, so he desperately hopes to have a resourceful person who can help him analyze the current situation, such as his adoptive father Jon Arryn.

However, it is a pity that even if ravens can travel in the air day and night, letters from the north to Winterfell need at least a month's round trip.

Therefore, the honorable Barristan naturally became one of his few choices.

"I feel a little dizzy, Mr. Ed, the news you said is really... frightening."

After learning the ins and outs of all these things from Ed's mouth, even Barristan, who was honored as "fearless" by people, felt waves of waves in his heart.

The strange ghosts that suddenly appeared, the two elven forces from another world, and even the legendary Son of the Forest and the Three-Eyed Raven all appeared in the real world, just like a fairy tale.

However, this story still comes from the mouth of Duke Eddard Stark, who is famous for his honesty and trustworthiness!
Looking at Barristan who was lost in thought, Ed carefully took out three crimson pills from his arms, then gently untied the bandage wrapped around Robert's chest and said:

"I can foresee that chaos is coming, Sir Barristan, if the kingdom cannot survive this difficulty, it will definitely suffer heavy losses in the following long night!"

"Yes, Lord Ed... What are you doing?!"

Barristan, who was still full of emotion, noticed the movement of Ed's hand, and then hurriedly stepped forward to warn:
"Please don't open His Majesty's bandage casually. It has been soaked in the potion carefully prepared by Maester Luwin, which is of great benefit to His Majesty's recovery."

"Perhaps it is, but who knows how long it will take for Lauber to come to his senses, perhaps a few weeks, but if longer?
This is the magical medicine given to me by the three elf kings. It is said that it has the ability to bring the dead back to life. I even saw with my own eyes that someone's severed arm can regenerate!
Robert, the kingdom cannot wait any longer, you must wake up as soon as possible! "

After that, Ed pulled out the ice spike on Robert's chest under Barristan's horrified gaze.

puff~
I saw fresh blood splashing out of Robert's chest like a gushing spring, immediately turning Robert's body, which had only a trace of blood left, into pale white!

"Resurrect, my best friend~~"

Along with Ed's devout prayer, three rebirth pills were quickly stuffed into Robert's mouth, and then slowly entered his esophagus.

Robert, on the other hand, opened his cloudy eyes in a daze, gently raised his fat fingers to touch Ed's palm, and then sighed:
"Ned~"

"His Majesty!!!"

Seeing Robert who was completely out of breath, Barristan pulled out the broken sword at his waist in grief and anger, then pointed at Ed and shouted:

"I thought the guardian of the northern border should be a person who values ​​glory, but I didn't expect that you are no different from that despicable kingslayer!"

However, in the face of Barristan's questioning, Ed just stared at the lifeless Robert on the bed, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

He would never forget the miraculous scene where Rohan stabbed Little Peeling's heart with a sharp knife in front of him, and then revived him with these pills.

Faced with this situation, Barristan could only temporarily put down the broken sword in his hand, and waited impatiently by the side with his cane.

Time passed by, just when Barristan couldn't bear it and was about to question Ed with the giant sword again, Robert finally moved on the bed:
"Wine... bring the wine..."

(End of this chapter)