Robb and Grey Wind

Ugh, so uncomfortable!

Waves of dizziness, accompanied by a nauseous feeling of stomach acid rising, assaulted Lin Li as his consciousness slowly returned.

"Robb, Robb! How are you feeling? Can you stand up?"

A concerned greeting, definitely not in Chinese, sounded in his ear. Lin Li instantly understood its meaning.

What language is this? Robb?

Still groggy, Lin Li shook his head left and right, as if trying to shake off the dizzying, nauseating sensation.

Perhaps the headshake worked, as the dizzying feeling quickly subsided, and Lin Li slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a young man with dark brown hair and handsome, stern features staring at him with gray eyes.

Seeing Lin Li open his eyes, the young man tightened his grip on Lin Li's right shoulder and pulled him up from the cold, rubble-strewn ground.

"Brother, what just happened? Why did you suddenly faint?"

As Lin Li stood up, a boy of about ten years old to his left, with chestnut hair and delicate features, asked in a gentle voice.

Lin Li, still unclear about the situation, had no idea how to answer the boy's question.

"Hehehe, Robb, did you sneak out to find Rose last night? And then, fought all night long?"

At this moment, a lean young man with fair skin and a lewd smile that "men understand" approached them.

He handed Lin Li a leather waterskin taken from a horse, teasing him as he spoke.

"Shh, be quiet! Look, Lord Eddard's ceremony is about to begin."

The black-haired young man frowned and interrupted the conversation when he saw the youth with the lewd smile talking about adult topics in front of the little boy.

Only then did Lin Li have time to observe his surroundings.

He was in a small valley of green grass and rubble. A dozen soldiers in shining armor, swords at their waists and flags in hand, stood in a circle at the higher ground of the valley.

About five meters to Lin Li's right front, there was a slightly flattened stone platform.

Several burly, tall men stood on it. Three of them wore black cloaks made of animal fur, indicating they were of high status.

The man on the far left was very distinctive. He tied his graying sideburns at his chin, making him look like he had a gray beard.

On the far right stood a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a respectful demeanor. He held a long-handled broadsword in a scabbard made of animal fur with both hands.

Standing in the center was a middle-aged man with a stern expression. His face was long, his neatly trimmed beard was already graying, and he had brown hair and gray eyes.

Even without speaking, just standing there, he exuded an aura of authority befitting a superior.

In front of the three of them stood two soldiers wearing round helmets and standard armor.

They were escorting a male prisoner dressed in black, whose face was extremely haggard, pressing his head tightly into a groove in a wooden stake mottled with dark brown spots.

The majestic man standing in the center nodded gently to the man holding the sword on his right. The latter respectfully stepped forward and placed the long-handled broadsword he held with both hands in front of him.

Ching... clang!

The long-handled broadsword, gleaming with cold light, was unsheathed, and a crisp sound unique to metal friction echoed in everyone's ears, long and melodious.

The sword-holding man quietly retreated a few steps with the animal fur scabbard. The majestic man stood before the prisoner with the sword in his hands and spoke calmly and steadily:

"King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms..."

Boom!!!

Seeing this scene and hearing the pronouncement of judgment from the majestic man's mouth, Lin Li, who had always felt a strange sense of familiarity, felt as if his head had been struck by lightning.

This is... the opening scene of the 'Wolf Family' in Game of Thrones!

I've transmigrated after staying up late working overtime? Isn't this too childish?

No matter how tumultuous Lin Li's mind was at this moment, the majestic man's pronouncement of judgment had reached its end.

"I, Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, of House Stark, hereby sentence you to death!"

Swish... thud, thud, thud!

After Eddard Stark finished speaking, he swiftly and decisively severed the prisoner's head with the sword held in both hands, his movements so practiced they were chilling.

The prisoner's head rolled like a ball, and the fresh red blood gushing from the headless corpse added new color to the dark brown stake.

This exceptionally stimulating beheading scene did not move Lin Li in the slightest, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

Seeing that Lin Li showed no outward reaction, the black-haired youth, Jon Snow, released the hands that had been supporting Lin Li and walked towards the horses behind them.

As he turned, he quietly encouraged the 'little boy' Brandon Stark, who was gritting his teeth and witnessing the execution to Lin Li's left, saying, "You did well!"

"Tch! If I hadn't been getting Robb a waterskin, 'Ice' should have been presented to Lord Eddard by me."

Theon Greyjoy pouted, muttering with slight dissatisfaction, and turned to follow Jon.

"Brother, let's go together!"

Brandon swallowed, tugged at Lin Li's black cloak with his right hand, and said softly.

Brother? Right, I am... Robb Stark!

The Young Wolf Lord of the 'Wolf Family', the future King of the North, the greatest tragedy of the Red Wedding!

Just as Lin Li thought of this, a large amount of information and memories suddenly surged into his mind.

Brandon looked at Lin Li, who was staring blankly and standing still with a worried expression. He hesitated whether he should call out again to his older brother, whose behavior today was exceptionally strange.

"Bran, do you understand why I have to kill him?"

At this moment, Eddard, wearing a leather glove on his left hand, walked up to the two brothers without stopping. He first glanced at Lin Li, who was holding a water skin and standing in a daze, then turned to Brandon and asked.

"Because he's a deserter from the Night's Watch."

Hearing his father's question, Brandon suppressed his thoughts, turned to look at Eddard, and replied with pursed lips.

"Then why do I have to execute him myself?"

"Because our House Stark upholds its honor and follows ancient traditions."

"'He who passes the sentence must swing the sword!' Bran, you go first. I need to speak with Robb."

Eddard nodded with satisfaction upon hearing Brandon's answer and said.

Watching Brandon turn and walk away, he continued to speak to the stunned Lin Li in a teaching tone: "Robb, I've already told you before, excessive training won't make you stronger, it will only lead to a series of bad consequences.

Even the strongest lone wolf cannot defeat a lion!

The honor of House Stark has never rested on one person. Our family must be united, and we Northerners must be united to get through the winter together!"

"Don't train for the next two days, take a rest. The next time something like this happens in the territory, you will personally lead the men to apprehend and judge them."

"Yes, Father Lord!"

At this moment, Lin Li, who had just finished integrating the information and memories in his mind, uh... Robb Stark, respectfully replied to Eddard.

Looking at his eldest son, whose height was no longer shorter than his own, Eddard patted Robb's shoulder and walked towards the horses.

What he didn't see was the flicker in his eldest son's eyes behind him, fiery and determined.

I am Lin Li, an ordinary office worker from Blue Star China!

I am also Robb Stark, the heir of the Duke of the North, born in Winterfell!

I will protect my family and friends, and my future will absolutely not be a tragedy anymore!

Gulp!

He pulled off the stopper of the leather water skin in his hand and Robb tilted his head back, drinking deeply. He seemed to want to extinguish the flames churning in his heart with the cold spring water.

The Stark family's journey back was unusually calm. Eddard Stark rode at the front of the procession without saying a word. There was a reason why he was called the 'Silent Wolf' in his youth.

Sir Rodrik Cassel, the grey-haired Master-at-Arms of Winterfell, followed closely by Ser Jory Cassel, the Captain of the Guard who kept 'Ice'.

Jon and Brandon were clearly closer, riding side-by-side, talking softly about something.

Beside Robb, Theon chattered incessantly, complaining that Robb had snuck out of the castle last night without inviting him. He could have had endless fun playing a threesome.

Robb, of course, paid no attention to his words. Knowing he only had a few months to prepare, he had already planned countless development strategies in his mind.

Of course, he had also discarded countless plans!

After the fusion of two souls, riding, archery, swordsmanship, and other skills were no longer an issue.

These were the results of Robb's decade-long training, long ingrained as muscle memory, as if he had personally trained them.

However, the North had been at peace for nine years. Usually, there were only bandits, scattered Wildlings, murderers, and the like.

There was no way for Robb to find an excuse to develop his private forces.

The Winterfell garrison and the vassals throughout the North could only be summoned and deployed by his father, Eddard.

Of course, after a few months, when his father Eddard was imprisoned in the dungeons of King's Landing, Robb, as acting Lord, would also have the authority to summon them.

But passively waiting for history to repeat itself was definitely not something the current Robb was willing to do.

When they were halfway through their journey, at a dilapidated stone bridge.

Theon, feeling Robb was silent and uninteresting today, took the initiative to ride ahead as a scout. He discovered the corpse of a robust stag.

Led by their father Eddard, they found the corpse of a female Direwolf and five fluffy, exceptionally cute Direwolf pups beneath the bridge.

A discussion followed, and finally, Eddard, taking Jon's advice, decided to adopt them.

An excited Brandon was the first to pick up his chosen Direwolf pup and walked towards the stone bridge above.

Seeing his son's happy expression, Eddard shook his head with a hint of indulgence and turned to walk towards the bridge as well.

Robb strode forward and naturally picked up the largest of the remaining four pups, which had smoky grey fur and yellow eyes.

"You should have been named Grey Wind, but now, you are my Blood Wind!"

Looking at the exceptionally docile Direwolf pup before him, Robb slightly changed its name to constantly warn himself of the tragedy of the Red Wedding.

[Detected low-level extraordinary life form, do you wish to sign a Blood Pact!]

As Robb settled on the name Blood Wind in his heart, a line of blood-red Chinese characters appeared before his eyes.

PS: I've watched many episodes of Game of Thrones, but not many of the novels.

I always felt the Young Wolf Lord was brave and skilled in battle, upright and benevolent, and his death was too regrettable. I hope the fusion of two souls will allow him to embark on a new life.

The main characters will be based on the original drama, supplemented by the settings of the original novel.

Please, great authors, do not nitpick. Of course, if there are common sense issues, feel free to point them out.