With the long march of the army and the need to recuperate, and the soldiers brought by different nobles to grind, Robb's stay in Riverrun will not be short, which also provides plenty of time for adventurers to play. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Robert. Although Stark is only fifteen or sixteen years old, under Ned's education, he still has a good way of leading the army. Just as today was the second day after he arrived in Riverrun, he also made his usual rounds of the barracks, albeit half an hour later than before.

Yang Ziyuan saw Robb. Stark's figure was getting closer and closer, and his curly hair and thick eyebrows and big eyes were clearly visible, knowing that the time he had been waiting for was ripe, and it was time for him to play. Strange to say, once cornered, when there is no choice (the gaze of thirty-six adventurers), the suicide show does not seem to be so difficult.

"My lord, I heard that Lord Ned was murdered by a group of villains in King's Landing, and even his bones were hung on the city gate, this is a provocation to our northern border, and we must take revenge!" Yang Ziyuan looked at Robb. Stark passed three meters in front of him, knowing that this opportunity was rare, and shouted loudly.

Robert. Stark paused slightly, looked at Yang Ziyuan, couldn't remember that he had such a nobleman under him, just as he was a free man who loved the north, he nodded programmatically and was about to move on. After all, these days, the same words have been heard too much, and there is no boiling feeling at the beginning.

"My lord, listen to my last words, under the gaze of the old gods, the vile villain will suffer the pain of eternal heart-piercing and die! The Old Gods are on top! Yang Ziyuan pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist and slashed it across his neck, and a stream of blood arrows spurted out, steaming hot when it fell to the ground.

Robert. Stark, out of good upbringing, turned to look at Yang Ziyuan, as if he was listening to his last words, but he was a little impatient in his heart, how could such a person who was so rambling show so much energy?

But Robb. What Stark didn't expect was that when he turned around, he saw the loyal Northland people chanting the Old Gods, wiping their necks cleanly and planting their heads on the ground.

What's going on? Robert. Stark's mind was filled with doubts and puzzles. But the guards around him reacted quickly, blocking between Robb and Yang Ziyuan, and whispered, "Be careful! ”

"It's okay, it's just a person who asks the old gods to punish him with his life, although I don't advocate this kind of behavior, but let's give him a good burial!" Robert. Stark remembered the last words Yang Ziyuan said, and said with a stunned face after suddenly realizing it, his eyes were slightly moist.

Ordinary soldiers are treated only in sackcloth when they die, and if they are unlucky, they are even directly exposed to the wild and into the belly of wild beasts. Because Yang Ziyuan got Robb's words, he was able to enjoy the treatment of inscriptions and tombs, which is unusual.

Yang Ziyuan's "suicide" movement was very large, and he took the initiative to find Robb before. Stark spoke, attracting the attention of many soldiers. After his suicide, there was a lot of whispering.

"What is this man doing? If I suddenly commit suicide if I live well, I will definitely not do this, and I will die on the battlefield. ”

"This eldest brother is right, if you have the ability to commit suicide, why don't you put your courage on killing the enemy, kill one to save your capital, kill two and earn it, stupid person."

"Cut, you didn't get to the point, the slogan this man shouted before committing suicide shows that his actions were not simple suicide, but cursed those in King's Landing with his own life." The person who spoke had half of his hair gray, and he was not young.

"Does it work? I've never heard of curses, but this is the first time I've heard of them with my own life, and my parents haven't mentioned it. Said a recruit with only a ring of fluff on his lips.

"Little Maotou, this is a battlefield, don't mention your father and mother. You don't understand this, wizards have heard of it! Some wizards use blood to cast magic, which can be used to kill enemies or do anything. When it reaches the ears of civilians who don't know anything, it becomes a curse. The gray-haired veteran pouted.

The recruit, who couldn't bear it, chuckled in his heart and asked with a little hope, "Isn't it effective?" Isn't sacrificing one's own life enough to get the attention of the Old Gods? ”

The old man, who had been a soldier for twenty years, sighed: "Do you think anyone can be a wizard?" Without witchcraft, even killing yourself a hundred times is completely useless. Otherwise, wouldn't it be worth exchanging a rotten life for the life of the lord. ”

Under the watchful eye of onlookers, Robb. The two Stark guards took off their black cloaks and used them as blankets to wrap around Yang Ziyuan's body, and were about to carry them away. At this moment, the corpse wrapped in the cloak suddenly moved, and the two guards were so frightened that they hurriedly dropped it, and there was no trace of blood on their faces.

"The Undead Legion?" The surrounding soldiers from the north were in an uproar, and the first thing that came to mind was this, and they all drew their weapons and held them in their hands, facing the undulating cloak on the ground.

However, the soldiers in Robb's uncle Amud's territory did not react so much, and one by one they craned their necks to look at the strange scene in front of them. The resurrection of the dead has never been heard of only in dark fairy tales, and with so many comrades around him, he is much more bold, and he is not afraid of a single ghost.

When Yang Ziyuan committed suicide, he lost his body almost without feeling pain, and the whole person floated up, floating in the air like a ball of cotton wool. It wasn't until he saw the very familiar face on the ground drowning in a pool of blood that he realized he was dead.

Death in the main god space is not really dead, this is a fact that has been verified by an adventurer, otherwise Yang Ziyuan suspects that he simply does not have the courage to slash at his neck. When he saw that his body was about to be carried away and that God's plan was about to be destroyed, he immediately chose to be resurrected.

The cloak could not be wrapped very tightly, Yang Ziyuan struggled a few times to break free, and hurriedly shouted as planned, trying to spread his voice as far as possible: "O merciful old god, I am so grateful that you have allowed me to return to this world and see for myself the fair treatment that the despicable will receive. ”

"Ahh What do I see? The Old Gods resurrected this guy? ”

"Great, the fate of the Lannisters has been decided by the Old Gods!"

"Woo, the oracle has arrived!"

Robert. Stark didn't come to his senses until then, motioned for the soldiers to put their swords in their sheaths, took a few deep breaths, walked over to Yang Ziyuan, and pulled him up from the dirt hand in hand.

"An angel of God has come to us, wishing us to conquer King's Landing and punish the Lannisters with our own hands! Rejoice in unison for the mercy of the old gods! ”

"March, march, march!" The morale-boosting soldiers cheered loudly, and the huge sound merged into an ocean, shaking the earth and sending it directly to the rushing city ten miles away.