"Huh? Tibbers..."
Σ(дllll)
"Why do I suddenly feel like someone I know is calling my name? It's so strange...who could it be?"
∑(△｀)? !
In the gap between the chaotic crystal wall world between the countless space barriers in the void of the plane, little Annie suddenly felt that someone seemed to be calling her name, but... think about the last time she returned to the world of Azeroth. Trouble, she hesitated again...
She's not a firefighter, nor is she one of those Pokémon that pops up when she yells, so why should she be summoned when something happens?
(have no idea…….)
(●￣￣●)
"Hmph! Find a secluded place to sleep first and wait until I wake up!!"
|_`)……
Annie didn't want to be a Pokémon at her beck and call this time, so this time she decided to release her little white interstellar tourist battleship, the Little White, somewhere between the crystal walls of this plane. She had a good sleep in this place, and after waking up, if she still remembered this matter, she would definitely follow the source of the call to prayer and find some unlucky guy!
As for now...
Her Lady Queen Anne is very busy and has no time! !
o(^｀)oHmph!
At night, in the spacious and dark hall of the Duke's Castle in Winterfell in the north, Sansa Stark, the nominal temporary 'Queen' of Winterfell, and the leaders of various families, lords, knights of the valley, etc. are relying on each other here. The meeting was held in a place illuminated by torches and oil lamps.
Because Sansa's brother Bran, who had a broken leg, saw a new situation and used those magical messenger crows that could automatically find paths and send messages to the dragon mothers and students in the Seven Kingdoms and Dragonstone Island. Letters were sent to all important places including the city, informing them of the tide of terror and the terrible news that winter was coming!
Therefore, they must discuss an effective countermeasure for this now, otherwise... once the White Walkers army goes south, they will bear the brunt of Winterfell, the largest city in the north that blocks the only way for the White Walkers to go south. There is absolutely no chance of survival!
After all, Winterfell is south of the Great Wall and north of the White Knife River. It occupies the main transportation route from the north to the south. No matter what, they cannot avoid the White Walkers who want to go south. They have no choice.
"etc!"
"Ms. Sansa Stark! I believe what your brother Bran Stark saw about the White Walkers heading south, and I also believe that he did have a special way to see all that... because, myself I have also seen the existence of those monsters with my own eyes, and that is a terrible fact that no one can deny!"
"But, we now want to know, where is Jon Snow now?!"
In the darkness, a man stood in front of Sansa Stark, who was sitting on the throne, and loudly refuted the other party's decree. Obviously, he had strong objections to Sansa presiding over Winterfell, and he had no respect for her at all.
"He said he was going to the south to find the Fire Dragon Queen, and it took quite some time. But why has it been so long, and why has he not received any news about such a big event, and why has he not come back?! "
"Where is he now?!"
"He is the King of the North, and he should stay in the north, because we believe in him and expect him to lead us to defend the North, the Great Wall, and the land under our feet! So, Ms. Sansa... we actually You were not chosen to rule us, dear eldest lady of the Stark family..."
"You can't represent Jon, and you can't give us orders at will! So I refuse your order just now. I don't want to lead my troops to the Great Wall without reinforcements now!!"
After the strong man in black robe and full beard finished speaking, he sat back down again with some resentment.
Obviously, at this critical moment of panic, he didn't quite believe in the petite-looking eldest daughter of the Stark family. He was more willing to believe in the one who had been with them in the North, outside the Great Wall, and with the White Walkers. , and the wildlings, Jon who fought with them and conquered Winterfell together!
"..."
"No, Sir! My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours!"
"You are right, we did not choose Miss Sansa to rule us, but I always feel that compared to Jon...Miss Sansa may be the most suitable person to become the master of Winterfell, the one who truly The literal King of the North!"
After everyone was silent for a while, another old nobleman who didn't know whether he was a knight or a lord spoke.
Although the reason why this Winterfell was conquered was that Jon Snow played the most important role, but... from a legal point of view, the only one who can inherit the position of the former Duke of Winterfell and the Guardian of the North is Ed Stark. Direct descendants of the Stark family!
But now, when Robb Stark was killed long ago at the 'Red Wedding', Rickon Stark was shot to death by Ramsay Bolton, and Bran Stark's legs were disabled, it is most suitable to The one who will inherit the Stark family is Miss Sansa Stark who is sitting in the chair at this time!
She is the best candidate, bar none!
As for Jon Snow, he was originally the commander of the Night's Watch, and he was also an illegitimate son. Whether it was his oath or his identity, it was a huge stain!
Therefore, compared with Miss Sansa, he actually has no advantage at all!
And if the other party had not had the support of the wildlings and the Night's Watch on the North Wall, and had pardoned all the crimes of Ned Umber and Aliska Stark after taking Winterfell, they would have bought a lot of people. If you look at people's hearts, Jon Snow will not become the new King of the North so easily.
But now, that Jon Snow has already run out to contact the so-called reinforcements very wisely. He has been missing for more than a month. No one is alive or dead, no corpses are seen, and no news has been sent back. So... Now, of course, Miss Sansa Stark should inherit the position of Duke of Winterfell and Warden of the North, and become the new King of the North!
Only if the opponent, a direct bloodline of the Stark family, sits in this position, can everyone be convinced! Of course, it has nothing to do with him whether a little girl from the other side can successfully keep this position, secure the throne of the King of the North and defend Winterfell.
He just expresses his personal opinions and respects legal principles. As for other things, he doesn't need to care about them.
"That's right!"
"The knights of the Vale are only willing to fight under the gray ice wolf banner of the Stark family. We are only loyal to the Stark family! Also, we all came to Winterfell because of your call, dear Sansa Ms. Stark, the knights of the Vale are willing to obey your orders!!"
Seeing that everyone had different opinions, and after long discussions but still failed to come up with a reasonable and effective plan, another noble from the valley also stood up and expressed his willingness to support Sansa Stark in becoming the real Queen of Winterfell. The master, who became the King of the North, gave orders on behalf of Jon Snow, who had not yet returned, and led everyone to prepare for the coming winter.
He felt that this was the only way to go!
"I also agree with Lady Sansa becoming our new queen. No matter how you look at it, she is the most suitable candidate!"
"I agree!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!!"
"Wait a minute, if you really want to do this, what will happen to Lord Jon Snow? The wild people only recognize him! If it were another King in the North, what would we do if those barbarians started making trouble again? manage?"
"Those savages? Humph! They are currently stationed at Eastwatch on the Great Wall. We don't have to worry about what they think!"
"Right!"
"..."
"But there are so many of them. If they abandon the Great Wall and come to cause trouble, it will always be bad..."
"We have a lot of people in Winterfell now!"
"Okay! The White Walkers are heading south. It will probably take about a month at most. They will almost reach the north of the Great Wall. Do you still want to start fighting among yourself at this time?!"
"..."
"snort!"
"No matter what you say, we can never directly bypass Lord Jon and support Lady Sansa..."
"But we've been discussing this for several days, and it's still not a problem!"
"..."
Soon, the hall of the Duke of Winterfell's castle became as lively as the previous days.
Because they have different opinions, and they are willing to be loyal to different people, and Jon Snow, the newly promoted King of the North for a few days, is not here in Winterfell, and then, as the acting queen, Sansa Stark Although he has the most orthodox bloodline, due to his lack of prestige and strength, his ability to execute orders is greatly reduced.
So, now it has naturally evolved into this terrible situation...
"Please be quiet!"
"My lords, I am very grateful for your love for me. The lord just said it right. Jon is our king, and I, Sansa Stark, only act as his agent. Regarding this, I will definitely not be able to do anything about it in the short term. There won’t be any changes! So, since he did what he thought was right, we should support him!”
"There is no need to discuss my matter at the moment... because we have a more important matter! Now, let's continue discussing our previous issues... We all know that those aliens that Bran saw are heading south. The ghost army, their number is at least one hundred thousand, or even more..."
"So, what are we going to do now?!"
Sansa stretched out her hand to calm down the people who were once again noisy and arguing about some unimportant matters. After frowning and thinking for a while, she organized some words, and then brought up this entangled issue again with some dejection, and could never reach a consensus. question.
Although, Sansa has indeed thought about turning her temporary 'acting queen' into a regular one, becoming the master of Winterfell and becoming the true King of the North! But... she actually knows that her prestige is not enough, and she cannot have enough die-hard supporters like her illegitimate brother Jon...
Now those people who say they are willing to support themselves, who knows what they really think? She, Sansa, has suffered enough suffering and betrayal over the years, and she will not choose to believe them easily!
Therefore, she does not have any extravagant hopes for the proposal of becoming king now.
In fact, it seemed that only a few days ago she was able to give orders in a real sense and was willing to obey her orders, instead of just obeying reluctantly for the sake of her own identity or the sake of her brother Jon. Just the unknown Galen who was rescued from the wolf forest?
Anyway...
She, Sansa, had an intuition. If there was some unrest in Winterfell again, only the so-called General Galen and a very small number of people she had just hired would be willing to protect her, right?
As for the other people...whether it was the little finger Petyr Baelish or the noble knights in front of her who kept saying they were willing to be loyal to her, she didn't quite believe it.
That's ironic, isn't it?
After Sansa Stark experienced a series of changes and returned to Winterfell, in the end, what she was most willing to believe and dared to believe turned out to be a person of unknown origin who seemed not to belong to any kingdom and was related to This stranger who has no connection with Westeros...
"..."
"Okay, let's continue with the topic we just discussed..."
"Oh...it's definitely going to be a long night..."
"However, I'm a little curious, why doesn't Jon reply to us?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's because the weather is cold and the snow is too heavy, so it's difficult for the raven to fly?"
"Let's talk about what to do with the Army of the Dead? They number at least 100,000 or more, but our soldiers in the north, including those savages, total less than 20,000!"
"We need to recruit more soldiers and knights!"
"Recruiting? Hum! If only we really had that time..."
"We still have a night watchman..."
"Night Watch? Are you kidding me! What is the use of the current Night Watch Corps? How many of those exiled prisoners are still capable of fighting in Castle Black?"
"I heard that they can't even defeat the savages..."
"..."
"So, Lord Jon's move to go south to Dragonstone is correct! All our forces in the north combined are no match for the White Walkers. Apart from getting support from the countries in the south, we have no other better way... …There is no need for us to continue discussing this matter, we are actually wasting our time!”
"makes sense……"
"But before our King in the North comes back, we should do something, right? We can't just wait in Winterfell for others to help us. We must think carefully and do something ourselves first. What!"
"..."
Soon, the hall in the Duke's castle, which was not too bright even under the illumination of a large number of oil lamps, became lively again... Lords and nobles from different territories and different families were once again quarreling. got up.
After seeing this happen again, Sansa, who was sitting in the main seat, felt a little headache and gently stretched out her hand to rub her swollen temples.
She knew that today... there would definitely be nothing meaningful to discuss.
…
"Ha! What an interesting native!"
Outside the door of the hall, Galen was carrying a clay pot of ale, drinking this original alcoholic drink of primitive races with extremely low alcohol content, just like a drink. He leaned against the door and watched with interest. Inside, the so-called 'Queen' Sansa and her vassals discussed 'family and country' political affairs.
Their heroic federation has three races, countless planets, and a population of trillions. But as a result, their federation’s decrees from discussion to implementation will not take more than three hours; military orders are even faster. Once the enemy’s Action or possible action, the reaction force will receive relevant orders to dispatch troops in one minute!
Although that was accomplished with the help of relevant intelligent programs and a more efficient rapid response staff, it is too inefficient now that these natives have been discussing a cold weapon battle involving hundreds of thousands of people for several days. a little?
"Hello, Mr. Galen!"
"Why do you just stay outside and don't you go in and sit for a while?"
At this time, Petyr Baelish, the little finger, was also holding an oak cup. While drinking the wine inside, he pretended to walk up to Galen inadvertently. Then, while asking for intimacy, he also imitated the other person's example, He leaned against the dark castle wall comfortably and turned to look at the noble lords in the hall who were still arguing and the harried Queen Sansa.
After pretending to look inside for a while, he smiled again and looked at the man next to him who was rescued by Sansa and was said to be a hired bodyguard to protect Galen?
I don’t know why, but Petyr Baelish, the little finger, always feels that...there is something wrong with this guy named Galen...whether it is his personal temperament, the way he moves his hands and feet, or even the accent he speaks, he has nothing to do with it... They are different from all the people in the Westeros continent!
he……
Some people can't understand the other party's details!
Anyway, the other party suddenly appeared next to Sansa. Not only was he tall, mighty and handsome, his behavior was also different, and he seemed to be valued by the increasingly independent Sansa? Therefore, after these things were put together, he successfully made his little finger feel some threats and see the not-so-good signs that he himself did not want to see.
He even had some doubts, was this man named Galen the lover that Sansa had found?
If that was really the case, then he himself would have to make preparations in advance! He had finally managed to take advantage of the absence of Jon, and worked hard to quietly complete the layout here in Winterfell. He was still a little far from success, but he couldn't let others destroy it casually.
"Hello, Mr. Petyr Baelish..."
After Galen glanced at the native, he waved his hand lazily and indifferently.
"There's no need to go in and listen. I don't understand those things, I'm not interested, and I can't speak."
He, Galen, is the fleet commander of Haiwen Star, the capital of the Federation of Heroes in the Koprulu Sector. He has tens of thousands of large and small battleships and hundreds of millions of military personnel of all types. How can he be in the mood to discuss more than ten or two hundred thousand with these natives? The kind of cold-weapon "playing house" kind of fighting that people do?
It's not that Galen is bragging. If he is given a set of CMC armor and an old-style C-14 'spiker' electromagnetic Gauss rifle, as long as he has enough ammunition and his big sword, he can One person can sweep across the continent of Westeros!
As for those races that are said to have hundreds of thousands of White Walkers, they are even more ignored by him!
Hundreds of thousands or something, it's just a matter of a few shots from his battleship... Although he can't contact the Koprulu sector now and doesn't know the specific way to get back, it doesn't stop him from despising these ignorant and backward people. of the natives.
Because he, Galen, is well-informed and has a high level of vision!
Not only has he traveled through almost the entire universe of the Koprulu Sector and the Mass Effect World, he has seen countless primitive lives and planets, and he has been in a high position in the Federation all year round. How could he want to interfere with the school affairs discussed by the indigenous people? ?
A group of backward and ignorant natives were fighting on an equally backward planet. He really couldn't arouse his curiosity! Therefore, he really has no interest in the matters discussed by the so-called 'nobles' inside!
Of course, it’s not like you’re not interested at all?
most……
Just glance at the extremely beautiful Queen Sansa from time to time?
Seriously, this is what Galen thinks is the most beautiful thing in this indigenous primitive world!
Here, there are pure natural beauties who have not undergone any plastic surgery, makeup, genetic modification, partial perfect repair and skin rejuvenation. They are not comparable to the artificial beauties that are currently popular in the Keprulu Star District. of!
That kind of pure natural beauty, even if it has some slight flaws, is the best thing!
Of course, Galen doesn't have any thoughts of hooking up with girls now, he just appreciates it! In the past few days since he came here, he has really had enough of the barbarism and backwardness of this world. He just wants to go back as soon as possible, instead of hooking up with the simple queen of other people's homes here!
Think about it, two days ago, he secretly stole a roll of parchment from Sansa to go to the toilet...but in the end, the other party thought he was a spy, and almost arrested him without calling anyone?
In the end, he finally explained it clearly and convinced the two sisters that he had indeed wiped his butt secretly and was really not a spy from another country... Then, naturally, he, Galen, did not use stones to go to the latrine. The matter of using paper made him get very strange looks from two beauties.
Therefore, now Galen no longer dares to steal those precious parchments with documents written on them, but has begun to use those linen pieces... Then, naturally, he, Galen, has no choice but to Discovered that with the meager salary he had advanced in advance, he could barely afford a cloth to wipe his butt? !
How pitiful...
Galen never thought that one day he would be troubled by such a thing?
And if Queen Sansa hadn't really kept her promise and provided food and shelter to her mercenary, maybe Galen would have gone bankrupt early and ended up living on the street because of the problem of going to the toilet. ?
Therefore, Galen, who was unconsciously distracted while talking to Petyr Baelish, just looked sideways in a daze, and then kept muttering in his heart, thinking about his own Things happened, and I was wondering if I would have a chance to return to the Koprulu Sector and return to my own civilized society?
After only staying in this backward and ignorant primitive world for a few days, he, Galen, had really had enough!
He really couldn't get used to living in this ignorant and backward world where there was no entertainment, no entertainment, no good food, no good clothing, no good housing... He basically relied on walking to go out, shivering to keep warm, and shouting to communicate.
He wants to go back and enjoy the high-quality privileged life of a general...
He had finally paid off his debts, so how could he be forced to live in such a wild world and suffer injustice at such a critical time? !
"..."
"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
Of course, Littlefinger Petyr Baelish also saw Galen's expression. When he found that Galen's eyes were staring blankly at the pretty figure meditating in the light in the hall, Littlefinger's heart skipped a beat. Pretending to be indifferent, he patted the other party's shoulder forcefully, forcing the other party's attention back, and then asked teasingly.
"It's very beautiful..."
Galen, who didn't know what the other party meant, nodded generously in agreement.
After all, in the human culture of their Kprulu Sector Federation of Heroes, praising a lady for her beauty is a very polite thing and there is nothing to hide.
"..."
really!
Squinting his eyes slightly, some sinister thoughts flashed through Littlefinger's eyes, but he hid them well and still smiled on the surface.
"If I can't go back, maybe I will pursue her?"
Shrugging, Galen thought about it seriously. He thought that if he really had to stay in this place for hundreds of years until he died of old age, maybe he would actually get married and start a family here.
Of course, it hasn't reached that point yet, and he doesn't want to think about those terrible things yet.
"Oh? You... go back? Where are you going back to?"
An inexplicable light flashed in Littlefinger's eyes, and then he asked casually.
"Of course it is my country!"
"..."
"Your country? Where is it? Which of the Seven Kingdoms is it?"
"neither……"
"Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you!"
"..."
"Tell me? Maybe I can really help you?"
Littlefinger Petyr Baelish doesn't quite understand the saying that knowing yourself and the enemy means you will be victorious in every battle, but he knows that if you want to deal with or use anyone, you must first understand the other person's details, and you will always be right.
"No! It's useless!"
"No one can help me with my matter except those idiots at the Federal Academy of Sciences or our great head of state!"
Yes, Galen only hopes that the Federal Academy of Sciences will make breakthrough progress in the research on space gems, and then he can find himself in time? But... he also knew that it was just an extravagant wish. It was a series in his lifetime, something he never dared to think about in his lifetime!
Instead of holding out hope for those procrastinating bastards in the institute, they might as well pray that their leader Anne accidentally escapes into the world and discovers him Galen!
Of course, this matter must be very slim. In short, he has been troubled by this for several days, even more troubled than Queen Sansa who pretends to listen carefully to her ministers' discussion...
However, he, Galen, will not give up!
Moreover, Galen also decided: wait for a year and a half to see if the broken stone will recover on its own? If that crappy thing can be restored, maybe he will have a chance to go back?
"Federal Academy of Sciences? Lord Head of State?"
Littlefinger Petyr Baelish was a little confused. He understood every word the other person said, but why did he not understand it after they were connected together? What does this strange guy want to say? !
"Look! I told you what you don't understand!"
Galen shook his head, picked up the clay pot in his hand, raised his head and took a sip... These ignorant and backward natives would definitely not be able to understand what he was doing. 2k reading network
