The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 311 Queen of the Iron Islands

"Let Robb go to King's Landing to practice..."

After hearing Robert's arrangement, Ed couldn't help being a little silent. In fact, he didn't want his child to go to the southern region that was smoky and smelled of copper.

Although it's rude to think so, as a Duke who has personally seen the corruption and intrigue in King's Landing, Ed doesn't want his eldest son to become a...drunk like Robert?
Thinking of this, Ed set his sights on Robb who was commanding the family guards to prepare to meet the enemy at the bottom of the city wall. Seeing the general's demeanor that the opponent had gradually begun to show, he was slightly dazed.

And Robb seemed to have noticed Ed's gaze on him, so he looked up at his father who was looking at him with Ciri on the castle, with a pure smile on his face.

A faint smile also appeared on Ed's face, and then he replied to Robert:

"I will ask Robb's opinion on this matter. If he is really willing to go to King's Landing City with you to practice, then I have no objection.

But I have a condition, that is, you can't meddle in Robb's daily life at will. I don't want Robb to be a fat ball the next time I see him. "

After saying that, Ed quietly glanced at Robert's plump figure that couldn't even be restrained by armor, and there was a flash of uneasiness about the future in his eyes.

Ed felt his goosebumps trembling at the thought that his son might turn into a fat, unshaven man like Robert the next time they met.

And Robert obviously noticed Ed's gaze looking at his belly, and then he patted the other side's shoulder vigorously and said:
"Okay, this matter is settled, the most important thing now is to deal with the relationship with the elves, look, that guy is here!"

"By old gods, that's... a direwolf!"

Following the direction Robert pointed, Ed also noticed Rohan walking out of the wolf forest in the distance, and dozens of direwolves who were as well-behaved as hounds beside him.

Seeing those direwolves that could tear up humans and war horses as easily as dogs tear apart rats, squatting obediently at Rohan's feet like tamed domestic dogs at this moment, Ed immediately felt something bad in his heart.

Could it be that in just a few minutes, Lohan had completely ruled the direwolf? This is too fast!

Faced with this situation, Ed could only be a little shocked and secretly stunned. However, after recalling the giant dragons who surrendered to the elves, he could only attribute it to the elves' unique ability to control beasts.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Ed's idea, but he got one thing wrong, that is, these direwolves have not completely surrendered:

"Damn it, these direwolves don't have any magical talent at all, and at most they look like larger wolves. Why should they be attributed to magical creatures?"

Outside the forest, Luohan looked at the direwolves around him trembling under the oppression of his divine power with some annoyance, and kept making up the chicken ribs of 'blood lineage' in his heart.

Just now, he was preparing to put the wolf heart dug out from the wolf king's chest on the temporary altar, and even prepared to embed melted runes on his own bones.

However, when he put his heart on the altar and waited patiently for the other to melt, an accident happened:
bong~
A dazzling blood-red flame suddenly shot out from the altar, and with the violent tremor of the Wolf King's heart, this heart actually exploded in front of Luo Han!
The blood splashed onto Luohan's clothes and armor, and Luohan, who had developed a cleanliness habit, immediately separated the blood on his body with divine power before giving up.

If it was just a simple magic failure, he wouldn't be so angry, but what made him even more angry was the answer given by the system test report:

"Ding~ It was detected that the reason for the failure of 'Blood Control' was that the host violated the manipulation rules and tried to manipulate creatures with magic. Please ask the host to stop the rat tail in the future, reflect on it, and don't make such a clever move in the future."

Recalling the ruthless sarcasm of the system just now, Luo Han couldn't help recalling the five-lash master with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and the shame and anger in his heart inevitably rose to a higher level.

In fact, this is also his fault. After all, Luo Han just wanted to subdue these direwolves with a fluke mentality, and he had already expected this result.

"But I'm still not reconciled... A giant wolf with such a huge size is really rare. Although its strength may not be comparable to that of the Charis War Lion, even this wolf skin has great taming value!"

Looking at the direwolves in front of him who dared not move under his own deterrence, Luohan could only look at the soft fur with magic resistance on their bodies and bared their teeth. He knew that they were just acting.

As long as he takes back the aura that is pressing on them, these bloodthirsty beasts will immediately put away this swaying posture, and find the opportunity to bite towards his throat!

After all, as beasts, although they could feel that the pointed ears in front of them were an untouchable existence, they couldn't understand the gap brought about by magic at all.

"My lord, what should we do with these direwolves?"

"After all, they are just beasts. It is difficult to completely subdue them just by beating them up, and they cannot be directly controlled with the 'Dragon Heart' like Ash Dragon. It seems that we still need to consult a professional animal trainer..."

Seeing Lisa Dilan coming to him on an elf horse to ask about the situation, Rohan sat directly on the back of a white wolf and looked at the direwolf flag flying over Winterfell with a long expression.

In his opinion, whether it is these direwolves or the Stark family, they are just a small stumbling block for him to conquer the world, and they cannot pose too much threat at all.

As for the news that Dario had sent some time ago that the Iron Islands had surrendered, Rohan actually didn't take it too seriously. After all, using the Iron Islands as an outpost was just for the convenience of landing on Westeros.

As for those ironmen who don't want to believe in the Mist Lady, if they are willing to use their lives and blood to clear some obstacles in the way for Rohan, then he doesn't mind giving them a chance to wash their spoons.

Where did the soup and meat go?

The soup belongs to those "insiders" who are willing to surrender and believe in Ms. Mist, and the meat is naturally only eligible for the Drucci elves to feast on it.

If the upright Duke Ed is willing to surrender for the sake of the peace of the North and at the same time is willing to lead the people in the North to convert, then Rohan doesn't mind giving them a sip of soup.

But if you don't even want to seize this opportunity to drink soup...

"Don't let me down, Ed. Although Joffrey, the first emperor of the ages, is my appointed future king of Westeros, he still needs someone with a brain to assist him in governing the country."

Looking around at the elves who were binding the direwolf with ropes and iron chains, Rohan once again turned his attention to Ed on the wall in the distance, with an imperceptible tease on his face.

What he's going to do next, isn't he putting chains on the Stark family and preparing to domesticate them into domestic dogs?
———Iron Islands, Pike City Hall
"Queen of the Ironmen!"

"Queen of the Ironmen!"

……

All the nobles in the Iron Islands gathered in the hall. They looked at Yara sitting on the seastone seat with numb eyes, and either voluntarily or under duress, swore allegiance to the new queen.

Unlike any previous election in the history of the Iron Islands, since the burned skeleton of King Balon was found on the top of the castle, Yara walked into Pike City led by Pendor's auxiliary army.

At the very beginning, some nobles who believed in ancient ways were unwilling to let women rule the Iron Islands, but stubbornly wanted to hold a king election meeting to elect the next leader of the Iron Islands through a referendum.

However, when hundreds of flying dragons landed on their castles and tens of thousands of heavily armed Pendor soldiers landed on each island through landing craft, these Ironborn immediately became good at singing and dancing.

Especially after witnessing the unyielding Monarch Harbor Castle being swallowed up by a fireball as terrifying as the sun, no family dared to raise objections anymore.

"From today on, I am the ruler of the Iron Islands!"

On the seat of the seastone, Yara stared fixedly at the unwilling nobles of the Iron Islands below, but there was great pride in her heart.

She knew that the reason why these families were full of resentment was because she was able to rely on the powerful military power of the elves, thinking that she was just a puppet with no talent.

But she will tell these guys with the facts, she, Yara Greyjoy, although she doesn't wear a handle in her crotch, she is a pure-blooded Ironborn!

With the surging waves in his heart, Yara pulled out a battle ax from his waist, and threw it at the map of Westeros continent carved on the floor at the feet of the crowd!
Peng——

As the sound of the axe splitting the floor echoed throughout the hall, the drowsy Ironborn opened their eyes wide in fright, and then all their eyes focused on Yara who suddenly became nervous.

What are you doing, why don't you be your puppet queen, why are you suddenly wielding knives and guns?
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Yala nodded in satisfaction, and then deliberately looked at the ironmen below with a kind of pity, and said with some regret:

"I thought that all the nobles and adults here are devout believers who believe in the ancient way, but I didn't expect your performance to be so worrying."

"What did you say?!"

"Sad woman, don't think that you can talk to us unscrupulously just by climbing into the elf's big bed. Which one of you here is not a true devout follower of the Drowned God?"

The nobles present were immediately aroused by Yala's ridicule, and their words were full of disdain and anger, making no secret of their discrimination against Yala's improper position.

If it wasn't for the confiscation of weapons in advance, and the fact that there were nearly a hundred heavily armed Pendor soldiers around the hall, they would have rushed forward, ready to show Yala what a man is.

"Heh~ man."

Facing the accusations and clamor of many ironmen, Yara waved his hand to stop the surrounding Pendor soldiers who were about to draw out their weapons and start killing, with a playful smile on his face.

Since occupying the Iron Islands, Dario has been busy building various infrastructures on these islands, waiting for further news from Lord Rohan.

Faced with Yara's request to become the leader of the Iron Islands, Daario initially refused.

Rather than choose the unstable Yara and Victarion who offended him, Daario would rather choose a trustworthy living saint from the Inquisition to serve as Governor of the Iron Islands.

However, Yala persuaded him with a condition he could not refuse, that is, she would personally lead the Ironborn fleet to plunder the rich West Territory and the Reach, as a gift to welcome Lord Rohan.

Through observation during this period of time, Yala has long known that Dario still has a superior, and that is the real commander.

More importantly, she found something weird, that is, Dario seemed to have a fanaticism almost like faith for that elf named Rohan!
After realizing that Dario's identity is actually Xiao Wang, Yara immediately changed her strategy and began to find ways to gain Dario's favor by currying favor with Rohan.

According to her description, the combined wealth of the Western Territory and the Reach would exceed tens of millions of gold dragons, plus various mineral deposits and fields, which would undoubtedly greatly expand Lord Rohan's power.

Moreover, this plan does not require Dario to expose the Black Ark's hole cards and the existence of elves. Ironmen can be responsible for all the dirty work, and the elves only need to wait for the meat.

So in the face of Yara's proposal, Dario was silent.

If Yara intends to exchange the wealth of the West and the Reach for the throne of the Iron Islands, Daario will not object, but he will not give him too much support.

But if the other party intends to use the throne of the Iron Islands to benefit Lord Rohan, then the situation is completely different!

The 1.2 Pendor Auxiliary Army and the 10 Noldor Elves who surrendered to the king have now all become Yara's direct troops. Dario's only request is to set off as soon as possible.

And with this trump card, Yara can finally have enough confidence to lead the Iron Islands to prosperity!

Yara glanced at the unnoticed Noldor elves on the beams of the hall without changing his face, then got up and shouted in a passionate voice:

"My father, Balon Greyjoy, was a great man. He followed the beliefs of the ancient road and made all passing merchant ships pay iron money to the ironmen, and even made the entire sea area the territory of the iron boss.

But are you really so easily satisfied? Are you really willing to spend your whole life wandering on the sea, only to be reduced to a dead body on the bottom of the sea in the end? "

The inspiring shouts made the ironmen in the hall stop their clamor, and everyone stared blankly at Yara who was in high spirits on the Seastone Seat, bewitching them like a legendary siren banshee. heart.

Seeing that the surrounding nobles were all lost in thought, Yala pointed to the throwing ax stuck on the map and continued to shout:

"The elves have decided to support our looting, we will break into the stone houses of those mainland nobles, plunder their wealth, plunder their wives and daughters, and recover the iron money from them!

Join us, join the glorious ancient road, and let the banners of black dragons and sea monsters fill the whole of Westeros! "

Hearing the undisguised ambition in Yara's words, the Ironborn subconsciously looked at the throwing ax stuck on the floor, and then held their breath excitedly:
Lannisport!

(End of this chapter)