Robb looked intently at the ships of Pentos waiting for him on the shores, the boy remembered how he had sent his ultimatum.
'For the Illyrian magistrate Mopatis.
You are ordered to surrender and give yourself up to Robb Stark, ally and representative of the king of Valyria.
You are accused of attempted murder against the king of Valyria. In addition to the attempted takeover of Volantis, evidence has been found of its union with the iron bank of Bravos, where it is displayed your guilt in both cases.
Failure to obey the warning of Valyria, will be taken as an act of war, and the beginning of hostilities between nations, Volantis, Valyria, and Pentos.
You have twenty-four hours to surrender.
Robb Stark
Representative of the King of Volantis and Valyria.'
The heir of the north had sent the letter the day before, and had leveled up after that, reaching level 26 with 5 skill points.
The ships of Pentos were waiting for him, there were only a few hours left before Illiryo surrendered or fought.
"He'll try to negotiate, escape or fight" he whispered.
The boy shook his head.
It didn't matter.
He knew that Jon wanted him dead, for what he did with Daenerys, marrying her to the Khal Dorthaki, as well as being an accomplice to the spider in many tricks against his family.
"He will die either way," he said.
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Bran watched from the sky, he was flying while attacking with gravity, his strategy of sinking ships was having the desired effect, the boy leveled up doing this during attacks, reaching level 21 with 7 skill points.
The boy watched as the ships sank without a problem, the Ironborn fell into the water without being able to do anything.
He thought of his brother, who was heading to the castle by land with northerners at his side, at least he knew how to fight well now.
Robb gave him some training, plus his physical abilities were superior to Bran's, and at Winterfell, he spent his time fighting with Arya which gave him the necessary experience for real combat.
Brandon shook his head as he looked at the few remaining enemy ships.
"To the castle" he whispered.
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Rickon continued with his attack, the boy and his men attacked the soldiers who were coming for them, they were a few kilometers from the entrance of the castle.
"Jellyfish Aura" he muttered.
His blade was enveloped in a silver aura.
"Witch!" he heard.
The soldiers attacked.
The boy evaded the attack and counterattacked with his blade.
The guard evaded the attack but was grazed in the leg.
He stood still, paralyzed to his horror.
Rickon stabbed him in the heart.
Others were heading towards the boy and a wolf jumped on them.
" Die! Die! " Rickon heard in his head, having fun.
" Calm down," he said.
Another soldier approached and Rickon threw his dagger into the air, hitting him in the neck, then returned it to his hand.
He felt a light in his eyes and reached the white room.
Rickon sighed somewhat tiredly.
He had reached level 20 with four skill points.
The boy walked out of there and saw Shaggydog finishing off other soldiers.
"My lord" he heard and turned to see a soldier.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Lord Brandon is heading out by air, he's finishing off the enemy ships" he informed him.
Rickon nodded.
"Okay, that's it, let's go to the gate," he told him.
Rickon looked intently at the fallen enemy soldiers.
They were supposedly coming to fight against Ironborn, Bran fought against them on ships, but these were not Ironborn, but Soldiers of Storm's End.
"What's going on?" he murmured.
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Shirenn looked in terror at Melisandre, who was bringing her and her men to the center of the square.
He came with twenty soldiers loyal to the priestess.
There was a bonfire in it.
"Do not be afraid, you will be an excellent offering for the Lord of Light" she said.
"You're crazy," the girl told her.
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Rickon launched another attack, the Soldiers defended the gates of Storm's End.
The boy cursed that he didn't have skills like Bran that would destroy the doors easily.
"Maybe I should have stayed on the ship and Bran came here" he whispered.
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Bran flew over the castle, and he saw Melisandre push a girl his age into a bonfire.
"Whistle" he cast.
The boy let out a sharp whistle from his lips.
The soldiers protecting Melisandre covered their ears upon hearing this, and also released the girl.
"What?" she whispered.
"Electric skin," Bran whispered as he came down.
"Eliminate him!" Melisandre exclaimed when she saw him come down.
The soldiers rushed at Bran.
The boy drew his sword.
It wasn't his style, but it works better with electric skin.
The first soldier attacked, and Bran fought back as a bolt of lightning blew his enemies back.
The others looked at him cautiously.
Bran smirked and watched as they piled in.
"Tornado," he said.
The soldiers watched as a blizzard came out of the boy's hands and pushed them, circling around them.
"Gravity" Bran muttered.
Out of nowhere, all the soldiers were thrown upwards like a spring, about twenty meters and then they fell back.
Bran felt a bright light and noticed that he reached the white room.
The boy sighed and went to the monitor.
{Name: Brandon Stark
Title: Greenseer/Three-eyed raven
Skill Points: 10
Level: 22 (0/10000)
Health: 1100/1100
Mana: 3450/3450
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Olympic magic level: 6
Atlantic magic Level: 1
Do you want to spend six skill points and get the first upgrade to the level 6 Olympian magic skill?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Olympic magic Level: 6
This skill has an upgrade
Cost: 230 mana per spell
Gravity: You change the gravity in an environment.
Upgrade 1: Doubles the size of the affected area.}
The boy left.
He noticed Melisandre looking at him, the girl he was going to sacrifice as well.
"I came to take care of the Ironborn, and look what I found," he said.
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Rickon attacked left and right throughout the castle, eliminating every man who came near.
"Go ahead and protect the nobles, you with me, to the dungeons" the boy ordered and threw his knife at a soldier who was coming.
They headed there, and the boy saw a soldier guarding the door, his men removed him.
They didn't notice another one appearing from behind.
Shaggydog took care of him, the boy again arrived at the white room.
He looked around curiously and went to the computer.
{Name: Rickon Stark
Title: Forest Apprentice
Skill Points: 6
Level: 21 (0/8900)
Health: 2100/2100
Mana: 1050/1050
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Light Weapons Level: 6
Do you want to spend six skill points and get the first Light Weapons skill upgrade at level 6?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Light Weapons Level: 6
This skill has another upgrade left.
Cost: 70 mana.
Jellyfish aura: The weapon petrifies the enemy for two minutes.
Upgrade 1: Doubles petrification time.}
The boy looked curious, and left the room.
When he opened his eyes he ordered the doors to be opened. There were many dead bodies, others alive, soldiers, and nobles.
"Who is it?" said a soldier.
"Rickon Stark. What happened? Did the Ironborn leave you here?" he asked.
The men looked at him in surprise, but shook their heads.
"They never managed to take the castle, the priestess Melisandre put us here, the queen did," he said while a woman appeared between the men.
"Lord Stark, hurry, my daughter. Shirenn, the priestess plans to sacrifice her" she said.
[T/N: Like I have been saying, most religions are filled with zealots who get corrupt by the power they feel they have over other people.]
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Bran dodged another fireball, Melisandre kept attacking.
The witch glared at him as she was surrounded by fire.
Bran looked at her coldly.
"You are a blasphemer! You are in the territories of the Lord of Light" exclaimed the priestess with fury in her eyes.
Bran rolled his eyes.
"Fanatic," he muttered and dodged another fireball.
"The forces of the great others are approaching, I must continue with the ritual, " Melisandre said.
"Actually, these are the territories of the seven, and I follow the ancient gods, what the hell do I care about your god of candles," he told her annoyed.
The woman launched another fireball, hitting Bran in the center of his chest and sending him flying backwards.
"Lord Brandon!" he heard a girl scream.
Bran got up in pain, he looked at Melisandre who had a satisfied smile.
"So that's how you want it" the annoyed man muttered.
His mana concentrated in his hands.
Melisandre saw that he was going to attack and put a shield of fire around her.
"Elemental tornado!" the boy muttered.
A whirlwind of ice emerged from his hands and headed towards Melisandre.
The woman used her magic, trying to stop him, but it was too late.
She was swallowed up by a snow-white tornado.
Bran looked curiously when his magic ended, everything in front of him was frozen, Melisandre's figure was an ice statue, the boy went to her, and with a sword blow, he broke her into dozens of fragments.
He felt a white light and arrived at the white room.
He walked over to the monitor.
{Congratulations, you have leveled up twice!}
"Twice?" he asked.
Melisandre gave him two levels.
Clearly, he underestimated the witch.
He shook his head and looked at his skills.
{Name: Brandon Stark
Title: Greenseer/Three-eyed raven
Skill Points: 10
Level: 24 (0/11600)
Health: 1200/1200
Mana: 3750/3750
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Olympic magic level 6
Atlantic magic Level: 1
Do you want to spend six skill points and get the second upgrade to the level 6 Olympian magic skill?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Olympic magic Level: 6
Cost: 230 mana per spell
Gravity: You change the gravity in an environment.
Upgrade 1: Doubles the size of the affected area.
Upgrade 2: Doubles the power of gravity.}
The boy nodded and left the room.
He looked around, Rickon with northern and storm men heading towards him, and a woman ran to hug the girl he saved.
"You arrived in time to save the princess," his younger brother told him.
Bran turned and saw that the woman was hugging a girl of his age, or a year or two younger. No, Bran could see her developed figure, indicating that she was at least fifteen or sixteen like him.
"The Ironborn did not attack, they just stayed in the sea, they never entered the castle, I fear the storm rebellion is not over," said Bran.
Rickon at his side nodded.
"What do we do?" he asked.
"We need more forces, at least to protect the castle, go north, to Bear Island, leave many of the free people there to support the north, look for allies in the Mormont," he told him.
The boy looked at him and nodded.
"It will take a while"
[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.
So here's the new deal, as I have probably said, I will be in mass releasing a fuck ton of chapters.
But, I will only be posting chapters here from now on.
If you wish to donate still, my Ko-fi is still up, and it's still the cheapest, with prices ranging from $1 to whatever you want. But don't feel obligated, as everything will end up here eventually.
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