Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 270 Last Words

Human beings are always afraid of their own death, because no one knows what the world after death is like.

Not to mention the instinctive desire to survive as a species, the fear of the unknown is the root cause.

But right now, in the snowy Harrenhal, the first king of the Northern Territory in 300 years, calmly talked about his own death to his vassals.

"Your Majesty, is your body...really irreparable? You understand that we still need your leadership."

Jon Umber held Robb Stark's hand so cold that it was almost a stone, and spoke earnestly.

He really didn't want to see this scene, not to mention his loyalty to the Stark family, at least for now they couldn't bear the result of the collapse of the King of the North.

Hearing this, Robb Stark smiled wryly.

No one wants to have trouble with their own fate, but when a person really wants to leave, he actually has feelings.

"It can't be done, the gods are already calling me, if I don't leave, I will disobey the will of the gods."

Robb Stark's tone was calm, as if the subject of this sentence was not him at all.

Jon Amber was silent, and Robb Stark himself had given up the confidence to live, so it was really impossible to save the gods.

"Don't think about it, my right side is completely rotten now, but you didn't let you see it."

"It's hopeless, now I feel like I'm just a piece of rotten meat soaked in water, this damn weather."

Jon Umber remained silent.

I have to admit that Rob Stark is actually right. If it wasn't for this humid weather that accelerated his infection, with his strong physique, he might be able to survive.

But now, there is no way to turn back.

"Okay, Earl Jon Amber, I don't have much time for you now, let's hurry up."

Robb Stark restrained his almost invisible smile, and his tone became extremely serious.

What he said next almost represented his political arrangements for the entire northern border in the days to come.

Originally, this was to be said to the next heir, but now, he could no longer go back to Winterfell.

"Listen, Lord Jon Amber, after I die, you must wait until Clay Manderly comes to rescue you."

"Bring my crown to my younger brother Bran, and here I have a warrant to make my brother, my father's illegitimate son, Jon Snow, legally a member of the Stark family."

"Tell him not to chew ice on that damned Great Wall, come back to me, and help Bran until he becomes an adult and can take up family responsibilities well."

"Your Majesty... this"

"Hear me out!"

For some unknown reason, Robb Stark suddenly became irritable.

With a roar, after interrupting Jon Amber's words, he closed his eyes slightly, leaned back in the chair, and his chest heaved violently.

Judging from his expression, he is in great pain now.

After a long time, Robb Stark finally calmed down, and his bloodshot eyes opened again.

He glanced at Jon Amber, who was sitting across from him like a sculpture, and continued.

"When I was in a coma, I always dreamed about Bran."

Robb Stark's tone was rarely gentle.

For his younger brothers, all he thought of was protection.

"I dreamed of him, the day he was training with us at Winterfell."

"He is stupid and weak. He holds a small bow. Sir Roderick can't teach him anyway."

"He's not even as good as Arya, and gets bullied by her all the time."

Robb Stark's tone was full of memories.

But he suddenly frowned, and murmured regretfully:
"Arya, I don't know where she went until now. In my dream, I saw her in a very high place, and I couldn't reach her."

"Your Majesty, while you were unconscious, Lannister used an arrow to send in Tywin Lannister's words."

"It says Miss Arya is in the Eagle's Nest now."

Jon Amber carefully observed Robb Stark's expression.

He actually didn't want to talk to Robb Stark about it.

But now, the King of the North who misses his younger siblings is about to die, and if he hides it from him and lets him leave with regret, Jon Amber can't do such a thing.

"Eagle's Nest City?"

Rob Stark silently read the name, and his confused brain instantly sobered up.

The bony left hand suddenly grabbed Jon Umber's arm.

"Tell Bran, tell Clay Manderly, Arya must never be let into the Eyrie!"

After saying this, it seemed that Rob Stark was very consumed.

Except for tightly grasping, or pinching, Jon Amber's hand, he seemed to be silent all of a sudden.

After a long time, he struggled hard and finally reorganized his thoughts.

"Lord Jon Amber, tell me the truth, how many of us can stand up here in Harrenhal?"

After the fall of Robb Stark, the de facto supreme commander of the northern army, Jon Amber certainly knows this number.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at Robb Stark's pale face, gritted his teeth fiercely, and said:
"Your Majesty, in Harrenhal, there are still 800 people fighting for our northern flag."

Robb Stark froze for a moment.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

He just opened his dry mouth soundlessly, and in the end, all his emotions turned into a heavy sigh.

"Ugh……"

"The survivors are all warriors. They are the seeds of our northern army. Protect them."

Robb Stark to Jon Umber.

"Your Majesty, Lord Clay..."

In the end, the Earl of Hearth City hesitated to speak.

Although there is no such thing as abdication in Westeros, I don't know how many times the matter of the weak and the strong has been staged.

In the current situation, once Robb Stark passed away, then, with Bran Stark, a little doll, the surname Stark could not be supported at all.

And if, it was really him, Clay Manderly, who came to relieve them who were trapped in Harrenhal.

And, escort Robb Stark's body back to Winterfell.

Then, Clay Mandalay's reputation will reach its peak, and Bran Stark, who is ignorant, has no way to gain a firm foothold in front of the powerful army leader in front of him.

Coupled with the backing of the powerful Mandalay family, the northern nobles have their own considerations about what will happen.

Sometimes, it's not whether you want to do it or not, but that the form has developed so far that you have to do it.

Although it is not possible to directly snatch the crown of the King of the North from Bran Stark's head and put it on his own head, but since the king is young, it is necessary to take over all the military and political power in the North. It's entirely possible.

Most of the northern nobles were trapped in this dark and damp Harrenhal, and they didn't know what was going on outside.

However, the future situation is a certainty.

Therefore, just now Robb Stark personally bestowed the surname of Jon Snow Stark as a king, in fact, he is giving Bran Stark, who has few manpower, an adult brother who can help him.

Look at the cards in Winterfell's hand now.

If Robb Stark dies.

A ten-year-old deputy city lord is about to become the co-lord of the northern border and the riverlands.

A sentimental, in fact, headed housewife who can't make up her mind.

An extremely empty Winterfell, where almost all the troops are not in his hands.

In addition, outside, there is also a powerful army leader, Clay Mandalay, who they don't know, but actually holds more than 3 troops.

To talk about this situation, if no one can stand up and help Bran Stark withstand the pressure of Clay Mandalay.

Then, the Benlang Banner will become exactly the same as the Lannister before Tywin succeeded to the throne for a long time to come, without any value.

Moreover, winter is approaching, and in the memory of the Stark family, every cold winter will take away one-fifth to one-fourth of the population of the North, so that is to say, the remaining two largest members of the Stark family I don't know if the ten-year-old male blood can survive this winter.

So, an adult male Stark member is essential.

If it weren't for worrying about too much resistance in the future, Robb Stark would have thought of passing Jon Snow directly.

He knew that this was definitely a good decision for the entire northern border, but he knew very well that he could not issue such an order.

"Okay, I know what you want to say..."

Robb Stark said something irritably, but he realized that he had to speak clearly at this time, so he forcibly suppressed the irritability caused by the severe pain in the right side of his body.

The King of the North tried to adjust his facial expression, and then said:
"From an emotional point of view, I don't believe that Clay will do things that are not good for the North, and I don't believe that he will do anything to Bran, he won't..."

"From a rational point of view, which one of you can compete with Clay Mandalay's ability on the battlefield?"

"I know you don't have this ability, so if you really want to conflict with him, you must not be on the battlefield."

"Clay Manderly has no reason to oppose Winterfell, because his Manderly family was accepted by my Stark ancestors, and based on this, if he does this, the entire Northland will rise up against him. "

Jon Amber didn't know how to face Rob Stark's remarks just now.

To be honest, the naive part of Rob Stark's thinking still occupies a large proportion so far.

For example, just now, Jon Amber never agrees with the so-called Clay Manderly who cares about the situation of the ancestors of the Mandalay family.

If you say that it was decades, at most a hundred years ago, it will still have a certain degree of binding force on the current Mandalay family.

Of course Jon Amber knew that the Stark family accepted the Manderly family and gave them the story of White Harbor.

But the problem is that the Mandalay family, in the hands of Clay Mandalay, has won a new foundation for the family with Twin River City as the core.

Whether the current Mandalay family is a northern family or a Hejian family is hard to say.

If you want to use the things in the story to constrain the current people, to be honest, it won't work much.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

But Jon Umber still nodded in agreement.

Because it's no use disapproving, and there's one thing about Robb Stark that's absolutely right.

Once he is dead, then, there is really no one who can compete with Clay Mandalay.

Nobody.

(End of this chapter)