After Robb miraculously executed three Wolf Cavalrymen who had violated military orders, the remaining Wolf Cavalrymen were completely shocked and bewildered.
They somewhat didn't understand what kind of power Young Master Robb had displayed.
Immediately, they fell into a frenzy and began to worship Robb.
Since ancient times, humans have harbored feelings of worship and fear towards mysterious and powerful beings; the Children of the Forest and the First Men on the continent of Westeros in ancient times began to believe in the Old Gods out of fear.
Especially after seeing Robb summon a long blade made of red lightning out of thin air, their worship of Robb almost reached the level of worshipping a deity.
Some people had already determined in their hearts that Robb must be a god's incarnation walking on earth; otherwise, there was no way to explain all of this. They dismounted first, knelt towards Robb, and silently recited the prayers they usually used.
"God, please guide me."
Robb stood among the crowd, accepting their worship, and didn't feel it was a big deal. When he took over the Golden Law and became the Elden Lord, he had already witnessed such scenes; what was happening now was just a small-scale spectacle.
Robb gathered the bodies that had been split in half: "Bury them and erect a monument. Even if they violated military orders, they were still members of the Wolf Cavalry."
That night, all the lords of Kalin Bay learned about Robb's miraculous display in the forest. This was not the first time Robb had shown divine power; all the lords had witnessed it when he rescued the injured soldier before.
Their reverence for Robb deepened. From Winterfell, Robb had continuously brought them shock. Now, Robb was like a fog to them.
The actions of these lords became increasingly respectful and orderly.
In the following days, Robb continued to train his Wolf Cavalrymen in the jungle. This time, in addition to training obedience, Robb also devised a set of flag signals to coordinate team tactics.
Three colors of flags, with each color waved in different directions, represented different military orders, including retreat, attack, encirclement, and so on.
Because the battlefield is noisy, and sometimes soldiers' battle lines are stretched very long due to various irresistible factors, it is impossible to command an army by sound alone, unless your voice is louder than thunder.
Robb did have a loud spell like [Troll Roar] that he could use, but it could only produce one volume, making it impossible to transmit diverse battlefield messages. After much thought, the tried-and-true method of battle flag signals was still the best.
During training, Robb also did not forget his 'money power'; as long as a team member performed well in training, they would receive a reward.
Under the atmosphere of high pressure, high rewards, and the honor of fighting for their lord, the hearts of these Wolf Cavalrymen were gradually won over by Robb.
The lords who were still in the castle studying maps and preparing for the upcoming battle never expected that in just a few days, the cavalry they had sent out would be completely under Robb's control.
After Robb's rigorous training, the current Wolf Cavalrymen were completely different from the team four days ago. Their individual combat capabilities had not improved much, but the entire Wolf Cavalry team could now act on command, their eyes filled with desire and killing intent.
It is no exaggeration to say that if this current team could travel through time and fight against the Wolf Cavalry from a few days ago, although they might not be completely annihilated, they would definitely be crushed in an overwhelming manner.
The sun set, and the afterglow of the setting sun indicated that today's time had passed.
Robb looked at this refreshed group of Wolf Cavalrymen and said with satisfaction, "Very good, you have completed my initial planned training. I am very happy to still have so many soldiers accompanying me. Tomorrow we will go to the battlefield and make the enemy tremble under our horses' hooves."
The Wolf Cavalrymen shouted in unison, "Victory is certain!"
After shouting, everyone fell into solemnity. No one whispered or spoke a word of nonsense; all looked at their commander with firm gazes.
"Very good, let's return to the castle."
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Accompanied by a long wolf howl from the jungle, all the Wolf Cavalrymen followed behind Robb, steadily advancing towards the castle of Kalin Bay.
Just as the team had walked out of the jungle, Robb suddenly reined in his horse, and the rest of the Wolf Cavalry also simultaneously pulled their reins, waiting quietly behind Robb.
Robb suddenly drew his bow and arrow and shot an arrow at Grey Wind, the Direwolf leading the way.
The Direwolf is the emblem of the Stark Family of the North.
Old Ned once encountered a dying mother wolf in the wilderness, and she had six ungrown cubs in her arms, corresponding to the six children of the Stark Family. So, he gave these six Direwolves to his children to raise.
Each Direwolf has a special meaning to the Stark Family, long transcending the category of pets, similar in symbolic meaning to the dragons of the Targaryen Family. Grey Wind is Robb's symbol; as long as Grey Wind is seen, Robb is certainly nearby.
Robb's arrow shot directly at Grey Wind. Under the training of these past few days, the Wolf Cavalrymen behind him instinctively picked up their bows and shot, but some still hesitated, their arrows not being fired immediately.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Two hundred and seventy-six arrows accurately hit Grey Wind, but Grey Wind did not make any sound. The arrows passed directly through Grey Wind's body, sticking straight into the ground, while Grey Wind's figure was like a reflection rippling in water, fluctuating a few times before returning to normal.
[Decoy Phantom]
[Creates a phantom figure to confuse the enemy.]
This Grey Wind was just an illusion created by Robb out of thin air.
The eleven Wolf Cavalrymen who had not fired their arrows, unlike the previous three, voluntarily removed their armor, dismounted, and walked towards Robb, holding their swords.
There was no regret on their faces, only the steadfastness of facing death calmly.
After these days of training, they had recognized the Wolf Cavalry culture established by Robb. Receiving generous rewards and enjoying honor, they naturally had the resolve to face death.
They knelt before Robb, holding their swords above their heads, asking their commander to kill them.
"Write your wills. I will give your deserved rewards, not a single coin less, to the person you deem most important."
Robb felt a little soft-hearted. How can a human be without feelings?
Robb had already remembered the names of these eleven Wolf Cavalrymen, understood their families, and knew their preferences during their time together over these days.
They were living, breathing people, not cold numbers on a battlefield.
However, military law cannot be swayed by personal feelings, because if it is, more people will die as a result.
Robb took the blades they offered.
Two hundred and seventy-six Wolf Cavalrymen, carrying eleven intact bodies, returned to the castle gate with a solemn atmosphere.
That was Robb's final test for them. Now Robb believed that the combat power of this Wolf Cavalry would absolutely exceed everyone's imagination.
When only the last bit of afterglow of the setting sun remained, Robb's team could finally see the gates of Kalin Bay.
At the castle gate, Greatjon and Roose Bolton were riding horses, preparing to leave the city and head towards the jungles of Kalin Bay. It seemed they had some important intelligence to report to Robb.
"This is an excellent opportunity for the Wolf Cavalry's first appearance."
Robb looked at the two figures, smiled slightly, and had the Wolf Cavalry stand by while he went to meet the two.
As he approached Roose Bolton, Robb did not hesitate, immediately drew an arrow, and shot it directly at the old man's face.
Then Roose Bolton witnessed the most unforgettable scene of his life.
A total of two hundred and seventy-six arrows flew towards him.