The boy watched calmly as he waited outside Qarth.
He had already sent a message, asking them to hand over the leaders.
There was no response.
He would wait outside for one day, and if there was no response he would attack.
He would have no mercy on the masters of Qarth, or the witches.
He looked at the table inside his war tent.
But his mind was back on his wives.
According to his information, Daenerys and Rhaenys had attacked the ships that Yiti sent to Meeren.
His information said that among the dragons and soldiers.
It was a victory for Meeren.
Still, there were many more ships still waiting.
"The Emperor of Yiti was wrong to attack us," he said with annoyance.
He felt angry at Yiti's attack, not mad, furious.
He wanted the emperor's blood.
He shook his head.
Yiti was a problem, even if they destroyed all their naval power, they would not stop until they were finished.
"Put a new emperor on the throne, or just conquer it?" he muttered.
Conquest was a difficult thing to do.
Far from Valyria.
Far away from everything.
They had to carry supplies, weapons, and armies through the desert.
They had to protect themselves from bandits and other pesky creatures.
There were rumors that Yiti had a special unit of Chimeras with them.
It was a difficult situation.
They had to find a weakness, a competent leader who could be influenced by Valyria.
"I should let Rhaenys handle that, she was always good at making decisions," he muttered.
He nodded after that.
His mind wandered to Robb Stark.
His brother in Pentos was either attacking or the battle was already won.
Pentos was not strong in his opinion, at least not as strong as Bravos.
' Robb knows what he's doing,' he thought.
A man entered the tent.
Jon looked at him.
One of his mercenaries.
He handed him a letter.
Jon smiled when he read it.
"Prepare yourselves. They have rejected my kindness, this will be a conquest" he told him.
The mercenary nodded.
"They want war, they will have war" he muttered furiously.
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Robb looked at the white room coldly.
The last few days he had been fighting against the armies of Pentos, the leader Illyrio had not shown his face yet.
Their armies were surrounding the city, by sea and land.
He started a naval battle and eliminated most of their ships at first, then let the Volatines take over and attack by land.
The mercenaries hired by Pentos were mostly slaves, Unsullied. Good soldiers, experts with spears, but Robb knew they had few men left, between two and four thousand at most.
The city was under siege.
The boy looked at the computer.
{Congratulations you have leveled up!
Name: Robb Stark
Title: Big Wolf
Skill Points: 7
Level: 27 (0/15500)
Health: 2650/2650
Mana: 2450/2450
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Support Magic Level: 6
Swordsmanship level: 5
Do you want to spend seven skill points and upgrade Support Magic to level 7?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Support Magic Level: 7
Cost: 700 mana per spell
General Search: You can find enemy generals in battle. Lasts ten minutes.}
The boy blinked.
That was helpful, very helpful.
Without saying another word he left the room and watched his soldiers attack the enemy.
"Search for generals" he muttered.
The boy then felt as if he was dizzy for a few seconds, he looked ahead and a red line came out of a battle site and reached the sky, as if it were a flag being raised.
" Quick! " Robb exclaimed.
His men multiplied their speed.
The boy continued on his way and killed every man in front of him, then he saw a large mercenary with an axe.
He saw him too and got ready.
"Aura of the elements" he muttered.
His sword was enveloped in a white aura.
The big man attacked with his axe, Robb stopped it, he felt his axe grow cold and quickly pulled it away.
He looked over with a raised eyebrow.
Robb motioned for him to attack with a smile.
The mercenary bit his lips and attacked.
Robb stopped him, dodged another attack, and spun back to prevent it from hitting him.
"Come on, attack! "said the big guy.
Robb ignored him and waited for him to attack.
He was defending himself.
Not because he couldn't kill him, but for the sake of testing his skills.
He could see a red sign, like a flag, as he reached it.
And he knew it would be useful in battle.
He needed to know if there were more, for the moment only the mercenary was identified.
' Is he the only general or can I find only one at a time? ' the boy thought.
He watched the mercenary attack again and again, he was getting tired.
The boy spun back to dodge another attack.
"Let's finish this... Dismember" he muttered.
He felt tension in his shoulders, and he avoided an attack.
Robb, with a quick movement, struck the mercenary's leg and flew off his body.
The scream was heard across the battlefield, Robb watched the mercenary fall and hold onto where his leg once was to prevent his blood from escaping.
The boy simply struck his head with his sword and left the mercenary's body.
Robb turned around and then saw another red sign in the distance.
"So it's one at a time" he muttered.
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Tywin looked intently at the men in front of him, they were a few miles from King's Landing, In a secret place.
His most trusted spies from Dorne managed to bring them all in.
The old man looked at the four people waiting for him sitting around a table.
A bald, grey-eyed man in his forties, Quentyn Qorgyle, Lord of Asperón.
A young man of no more than twenty years old, with brown hair and green eyes, Mors Manwoody, the current head of House Manwoody after his father died in a strange accident, the lord of King's Sepulchre.
The third was a bald old man of about sixty with blue eyes, Franklyn Fowler, the lord of Sky's Dominion.
And finally a young man in his twenties, with violet eyes and a cold look on his face, Gerold Dayne.
"Is Dorne ready?" asked the old Lion.
Darkstar nodded.
"When you order it," he said.
"It is not yet known if they are allies," Flower told him.
Tywin nodded.
"I won't give the order until I'm sure," he promised.
The others shifted nervously.
"Still, my lord, it is very risky to come so close, the Martells are not idiots," Quentyn Qorgyle said.
"There is no option, we must prepare ourselves, if the worst-case scenario happens, you know what is expected of you" he informed.
"Dorne is loyal to the Martells, if we do this, we need a good excuse, the Yronwood and Allyrion will seek revenge" Quentyn informed.
Others nodded.
"Well then we'll get rid of them," Darkstar said.
"Oh, but what do you know about that Darkstar, it will be a political battle with them, not a war," said Lord Flower.
The man shrugged.
"Poison here, poison there" he replied.
The others laughed at that.
"We can't do anything against the Martells, unless they and the Starks ally" Mors Manwoody informed.
The others nodded.
"Don't forget that the Starks and the Daynes are close" Tywin informed.
"Ashara and Ned had a secret relationship, that's all," said Darkstar.
"Ashara is dead, what do they call your cousin, Gerold... Ned, right?" asked Quentyn.
The man shrugged again.
"It doesn't matter if they are or were close, we care about knowing which side they will take in the war, knowing which side the Martells will take, whether or not they support the Starks, rumors say that even the Targaryens support them in secret," said Tywin.
The others nodded.
"Aegon alive, I don't believe it" Mors whispered.
The others nodded.
"It doesn't matter, Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys died at King's landing, I told Doran that that engagement was a mistake, he didn't listen to me and that's what happened," said Flower.
"Unfortunate what happened with the princess, but things like that happen in war, the Martells should have rescued her, they now hold me responsible for something I did not order, that is why I do not doubt that they will support the north," said the old Lion.
"It doesn't matter now, we will prepare, but we will do nothing until there is an alliance between them, I can attack the Martells if they join the Starks but not before" Lord Flower finished.
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Robb attacked the soldier with force.
His men pressed against the Pentos slave soldiers.
The siege engines were preparing to launch the incendiary stones.
"ATTACK!" the boy exclaimed.
His men reacted with battle cries.
They rushed like an avalanche against the Pentos soldiers.
The siege engines began to fire on the gates, Robb saw a group of soldiers coming towards them.
The boy prepared himself and went out with his group to confront them.
"Attack intelligently" he whispered.
His group was calmer, more self-assured, more cold-hearted.
"aura of the elements" he whispered.
His sword was charged with electricity.
The Unsullied attacked.
Robb defended himself from the first one. And counterattacked, stabbing the latter's stomach.
Others followed their attack.
Grey wind leapt upon one and tore off its neck.
Robb decapitated another before reaching the white room. The boy sighed and walked over to the computer.
{Congratulations! You and your familiar have leveled up!}
The boy raised an eyebrow, knowing that he was currently level 28 with 2 skill points, he tapped his Direwolf on the computer.
{Name: Grey Wind
Familiar
Level 5
Roar: Let out a roar that intimidates others, and in some cases makes them flee.}
Robb raised an eyebrow in interest, and walked out of the white room.
He watched his men finish off the approaching soldiers and the catapults prepared.
He gave a signal and with a great war cry, the soldiers hurled the stones together. A dozen giant stones struck the gate of Pentos.
The boy saw how it fell into rubble.
"ATTACK! "Robb shouted.
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Ned Stark sighed tiredly as he watched the information, Euron attacked the shores of Riverrun.
The man raised his eyes and saw Ashara looking at him from afar.
He didn't want to see her violet eyes now.
It brought back memories.
Wishes.
He felt helpless seeing her.
He continued to desire her, since she arrived he tried to avoid her.
He couldn't stop his emotions.
He feared the consequences.
Magic came at a price.
He knew it better than anyone.
The Ironborn tried it first.
He was very afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself with Ashara there.
Catelyn lost her family.
He couldn't do that to her now.
He shook his head.
He had to calm down.
"You have already destroyed your honor with the Ironborn, do not continue doing so" he muttered to himself.
[T/N: Yes, have honor Ned.]
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Robb listened to the report.
"So half the city is ours," he said.
The commander at his side nodded.
"They have barricaded themselves in the palaces, it is a matter of time now," he told him.
Robb nodded.
A few hours ago, the gate was destroyed, and they entered.
It was not so easy to take a city.
"Illyirio dies, no matter what," he said.
The commander nodded.
[T/N: Fuck Patreon, truly. You have probably read it in my note, but I got hacked or something, and my account was deactivated without warning. I did not receive a warning or anything; there are over 300 chapters.
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But, I will only be posting chapters here from now on.
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