Uncontrolled

Clang!

A Heavy Cavalry's warhorse carried its master into battle against the enemy, their swords clashing and sending sparks flying.

The Heavy Cavalry felt his right hand go numb from the impact. He looked in surprise at this Knight from Winterfell.

The opponent seemed completely unfazed by the jarring force of the sword clash and immediately swung another blade at him.

Clang! Clang!

Screech!

After three blows, his right hand was sore and weak, unable to lift his sword. The Heavy Cavalry was then decapitated by the next swing from his opponent.

Blood sprayed from the Heavy Knight's throat as his body slumped onto the warhorse beneath him. However, his corpse remained caught in the saddle and did not fall to the ground.

Feeling the weight on its back, the warhorse clearly didn't know its master was already dead. But the Knight seemed oblivious as well, continuously swinging his sword and hacking at the Heavy Cavalry's armor.

Awooo!

Blood Wind, covered in the enemy's blood, darted swiftly to the Knight's side and let out an anxious howl.

At this point, the battlefield was littered with corpses. There were hardly any of House Bolton's Heavy Cavalry left mounted on their horses.

Eddard heard the howl and turned, spotting Robb hacking furiously at a cavalryman's corpse.

Clang! Clang! Bang!

As he rode closer, the sound of his sword heavily striking armor grew louder. Eddard reached Robb's side and shouted, "Lord Robb, he's already dead!"

Robb, who was swinging his nicked longsword at the corpse's armor, paused at the words.

Suddenly, he turned and swung his sword towards Eddard.

Clang!

Seeing Robb's strange behavior, Eddard, who was already somewhat wary, reacted quickly and blocked his attack with his own sword.

Lord Robb is so strong!

Eddard, his right hand still sore and numb, marveled inwardly. Outwardly, he continued to shout, "Lord Robb, Lord Robb! It's me, Eddard! There are no more enemies!"

Awooo... Awooo!

Blood Wind, standing by and observing, clearly sensed Robb's abnormality.

Anxious concern flickered in its eyes. It then took a deep breath and let out a long howl that pierced the entire battlefield.

Inside Dreadfort, Roose, who had just returned to his study to write a letter, also heard the howl.

He sneered and muttered to himself, "Hmph, declaring victory?"

On the walls of Dreadfort, Bolton soldiers were stationed everywhere. Some guards maintained vigilance along the walls, while others continuously threw corpses down from the battlements, clearing the area.

Upon hearing Blood Wind's loud howl, they first paused their actions, then began to stir, whispering amongst themselves.

"I heard the Young Wolf Lord was blessed by the Old Gods! It seems to be true!"

"Yeah! Look at that wolf, it's almost as big as a warhorse!"

"This is the first time I've ever seen Lord Roose throw such a tantrum!"

"The troops outside have been completely wiped out. Fortunately, we are inside Dreadfort."

The long howl of Blood Wind reaching his ears allowed Robb's bloodshot eyes to regain some clarity. The hacking motion of his hands also faltered.

"Lord Robb! It's me, Eddard!"

Seeing Robb stop attacking, Eddard immediately rode his horse away from Robb's range, his shouts never ceasing.

However, he only dared to shout from a distance, not daring to approach, because he knew that if he had continued to attack, he would surely have died by Robb's sword.

Add points to Physique, add points!

Robb's eyes regaining some clarity, he turned and stared intently at Blood Wind beside him, a thought forming in his mind: Blood Pact points.

The red mist surrounding Robb flowed like a stream into Blood Wind's body as the Blood Pact points were added.

The red mist gradually dissipated, and Robb's eyes became clearer until all the redness had receded.

When Robb felt the urge to slaughter ants no longer within his heart, he stopped adding more points to Blood Wind.

All the red mist poured into Blood Wind's body, but it showed no abnormal emotions.

Perhaps it was because, compared to humans, the robust physique of extraordinary creatures could absorb more red mist.

[Name: Blood Wind, Contractor: Robb Stark]

[Physique: 29, Speed: 11, Strength: 11]

[Species: Warg Direwolf (6)]

[Wolf Pack: Soldier Wolf: Nymeria, Servant Wolf: Lady.]

[Blood Contract Points: 39]

Robb, now clear-headed, immediately checked Blood Wind's stats.

In the days before the battle, Robb had accumulated a total of 7 Blood Contract Points. He kept only one, distributing the remaining 6 evenly across Blood Wind's three core attributes.

Since exceeding 10 attribute points required 2 Blood Contract Points per attribute point, Blood Wind's pre-battle stats were Constitution: 12, Speed: 11, and Strength: 11.

Robb, whose mind had been muddled by the red mist's side effects, only wanting to kill, habitually added points to Blood Wind's Constitution.

This meant that in that short time, he had spent 34 Blood Contract Points on Blood Wind's Constitution attribute.

Robb silently calculated the Blood Contract Points he had gained and realized that he and Blood Wind had taken the lives of thirty-six enemies in this battle.

Unknowingly, I've become a killer of men!

"Lord Robb, Lord Robb, it's Eddard!"

The loyal Eddard was still calling out to Robb from a distance, while also preventing other Cavalry from approaching.

"I'm fine!"

Seeing Robb smile and wave in response, Eddard dared to ride closer.

"I'm not in the best state today. Don't talk about this, and don't ask about it. Understand?"

As soon as Eddard got close, Robb spoke immediately.

"As you command, Lord Robb!"

Hearing Robb's order, Eddard's heart tightened, and he replied immediately.

"Alright, go and tell Theon and the others to clear the battlefield, and have the medical team quickly rescue the wounded. Uh, prioritize our soldiers for treatment.

Then, have Count Rickard lead a thousand Cavalry to keep watch, in case of any potential surprise attacks."

"I'll go now."

Watching Eddard depart, Robb, still shaken by the red mist's side effects, reached out to stroke the large head of Blood Wind, which had nudged closer, and stared blankly into the distance.

Destruction is always easier than construction!

The cleanup of the bloody battlefield in front of Dreadfort took most of the day and was still not finished.

By the time night began to fall, the logistics troops had temporarily cleared enough space for the soldiers to rest. The weary Winterfell soldiers, except for those on guard duty, all began to rest.

Notably, before sunset, a messenger carrying a white flag emerged from Dreadfort.

Robb briefly read Roose's letter. The gist was that House Bolton did not acknowledge Robb's reasons for declaring war, stating that the raiding of the North was the work of the bastard Ramsay.

It requested Robb return the prisoners and withdraw his troops. As for the soldiers lost by Winterfell, House Bolton would provide war reparations.

Roose Bolton truly treats me like an ignorant, reckless boy!

After reading the letter, Robb chuckled and, in front of the House Bolton messenger, tore the letter to shreds.

He then let the messenger leave and gave him a message: if Roose surrendered voluntarily, he would be allowed to don the black robes.

Otherwise, he would personally end Roose's life!

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