As Roose, who was shackled, and Robb, who was riding a giant direwolf, advanced slowly, the Winterfell soldiers at the south gate of the military camp turned around collectively and followed them towards the high platform.
When Robb and others walked to the front of the high platform, the northern nobles felt the oppressive force of the bloody wind even more deeply.
A tall and strong Northern Warhorse and a direwolf as tall as a Northern Warhorse are completely different concepts.
Xue Feng's eyes under the high platform were cold, and he seemed to be filled with the desire to kill. He was full of wild predator aura, like an invisible net, tightly binding the northern nobles.
The northern nobles stopped talking at this moment. They even slowed down their breathing, for fear that a single heavy breath would attract an attack from this ferocious predator.
Robb, who was on Bloodwind's broad back, saw that he had achieved the effect he wanted, and immediately sent his thoughts to Bloodwind.
As Xue Feng gradually calmed down its wild aura, the wolf fur on its body was no longer in an open state, but was soft and close to the skin. The eyes full of killing desire also returned to their usual wisdom and agility.
Phew! Phew!
As if they were collectively thawing, the first thing the northern nobles in the stands did was to breathe heavily.
Count Wyman, who felt his heart beating wildly, had time to turn around and look at his old friend, and saw Count Rickard also taking a deep breath.
He usually sees Bloodwind in a docile state with Robb by his side, not the dangerous predator he looked like just now, so this can be said to be the first time he has truly known another side of Bloodwind.
Luce was escorted by the five Little Jons and climbed up the steps from the side of the high platform. Bloodwind, who was higher than the high platform, walked directly to the high platform. Robb raised his feet and climbed onto the high platform.
After Xue Feng completed his task, he lay lazily on the snow under the high platform, not afraid of the coldness of the snow.
Seeing that Robb had climbed onto the high platform, Theon nodded slightly to Robb, then retreated to Robb's side and stood quietly.
On the high platform, Luce was forced to kneel in the center of the high platform by the Ed brothers, facing the Winterfell military formation lined up outside the high platform, with his back to the northern nobles in the stands on both sides.
The four of them, Theon, stood quietly around the dais, while Robb stood at the front of the dais, facing Luce and the northern nobles.
"All the nobles in the north who are loyal to the Stark family, thank you for coming. Since this military camp was only completed yesterday, I was unable to come back in time to have dinner with you. I sincerely apologize."
Robb first spoke loudly, making routine polite remarks, and then changed the topic and went straight to today's topic.
"Today I invite you to come. The first thing is to watch the military parade, and the second thing is to invite you to witness this warrior's tomb."
The northern nobles followed the direction of Robb's finger and saw at a glance that the dagger-shaped bluestone building at the top could still be seen in the military camp.
"People in the north know that there is the tomb of our Stark family in Winterfell. All the kings of the north and the heads of the Stark family are buried in it.
This warrior's tomb, from today on, will commemorate all the warriors who died fighting for Winterfell, and all their names will be engraved on the surface of the tomb."
When the northern nobles heard this, a small number of them shook their heads secretly, while most of them discussed in low voices.
Count Wyman was one of the few who shook his head. He felt that the Young Wolf Lord's act of building a tomb for the fallen soldiers was thankless.
Instead of spending so many gold dragons, it would be more appropriate to give more pensions to the families of soldiers who died in battle.
The Stark family's tomb is to mourn the ancestors of the family and to commemorate the past glory of the entire family.
Except for his wolf guards, the other soldiers are basically civilians living at the bottom. After they die in battle, even their own families may soon forget them.
Looking at the whispering northern nobles, Robb didn't pay attention and continued to speak loudly: "The families of all soldiers whose names are engraved on the warriors' tombs will not only receive pensions for those who died in battle, but also receive additional benefits.
If his wife has no source of income, Winterfell will provide her with a normal job.
If his parents are old and unable to work, Winterfell will provide a monthly benefit.
If his child is still young and has no one to take care of him, a warrior orphanage will be established in Winterfell to raise him to adulthood."
When Robb's shocking words came to light, let alone the northern nobles who were thinking about how many golden dragons this would cost.
I saw the soldiers of Winterfell who had been keeping quiet just now, standing silently in a military posture, suddenly started talking like a boiling pot. Some soldiers who were standing in the back who couldn't hear clearly asked the soldiers in front eagerly.
"Lord Robb! Long live!"
"Willing to fight to the death for House Stark!"
"Robb! Robb!"
"Stark! Stark!"
"Robb Stark!"
Among the more than two thousand soldiers, I don't know who shouted excitedly first. But this excited shout was like a flame, instantly igniting the entire prairie fire.
Various excited shouts rang out in the military camp, and in the end, only a unified shout remained, and that was Robb's name.
Luce, who was forcibly held and kneeling on the high platform, kept his head bowed and silent at first, like a dead corpse.
But after Robb loudly announced the extra benefits of the Warrior's Crypt, he suddenly raised his head and met Robb's eyes, who was facing him.
Seeing Robb holding the pearl of wisdom in his hand, Luce sighed secretly in his heart, his head lowered feebly again, and his eyes stared at the ground of the high platform aimlessly.
From now on, the soldiers of Winterfell will fight bravely without any worries, and the civilians in the north will rush to Winterfell to join the army.
Unless the Starks dig their own graves and destroy the promise of this warrior crypt, they will forever hold the North.
Looking at Roose who lowered his head, the northern nobles with complicated expressions, and feeling the enthusiastic response from the soldiers of Winterfell, Robb turned his back to them and raised his right hand high, clasping his five fingers together, making a tactical gesture of stopping.
The soldiers in the front row saw Robb's gesture and quickly conveyed the order. In a very short period of time, the shouts that sounded like a wave just now were heard, and in an instant, even the air became quiet.
"Today's third item is that I, the acting lord of Winterfell, Robb Stark of the Stark family, will initiate a trial against the Earl of the Dreadfort, Roose Bolton of the Bolton family."
When the Winterfell soldiers quickly fell silent behind him, Robb pointed downwards with his clenched right hand, and Luce, who was kneeling with his head bowed, announced loudly,
"I will be the first judge, the Earl of Cahor City, Rickard Karstark will be the second judge, and finally the Earl of Hearth City, and Jon Umber will be the third judge."
When he heard that he was going to be put on trial, Luce, who looked haggard, looked up at Robb and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I know, you must have already convicted me of this crime.
After going through this trial process, the honorable Robb Stark pronounced the sentence, and I was either hanged or beheaded.
Therefore, I do not accept this unfair trial. As the Earl of the Bolton family, I request the witness of the old gods and request a trial by combat with the acting lord Robb Stark!"