Late at night the next day, Robb, who had arranged the political affairs of Winterfell, quietly left the south gate of Winterfell with the Winterfell cavalry disguised as ordinary caravans.
This disguised caravan was a small caravan with only three carriages. Robb took two brothers, Eddard and Torrhen, and sixteen carefully selected cavalrymen.
Each of them wore old civilian clothes, and had beards, scars and other disguises on their faces. From the outside, they still looked decent.
Since Winterfell announced the treatment of warriors' tombs, nearby civilians set off a wave of signing up to join the army. Currently, Theon and Owen are in charge of this matter.
It is expected that after screening based on age and physical fitness, two thousand to three thousand recruits can be recruited.
Daisy is responsible for guarding the relatives of the main castle. Little Jon is more conspicuous due to his size, and because he and Trogg are responsible for presiding over the daily training of the military camp and the upcoming recruit training.
The Wolf Guards who were used as bearings by Robb were all middle-level officers in the army and could not be transferred away.
Besides, this time was not originally to attack King's Landing, but to rescue Ed, Sansa, and Arya through certain plans.
Robb brought these people with him not only as a disguise, but also in case he needed help.
In fact, Robb's current comprehensive strength can be said to be at the top of Westeros.
Previously, the red mist was introduced in small groups, and the negative impact was relatively small, and the positive impact was also very small.
But after the Battle of the Dreadfort went out of control, Robb gained a deeper understanding of the red mist.
The most serious negative impact is that it will make him lose his mind, lose control, and fill his heart with the desire to kill.
The positive impact is that energy continuously provides physical strength, accelerates wound hemostasis and healing, and finally subtly enhances physical fitness.
In fact, Robb has already felt that his physical fitness is getting better and stronger.
He always thought that this was the result of hard training every day, but after losing control last time, Robb clearly felt that his physical fitness had been greatly improved.
Not to mention anything else, in terms of strength alone, Little Jon can no longer compare to him.
This was tested in the military camp a few days ago. At that time, Little Jon's expression was extremely rich. After all, what he was most proud of was his own strength.
As for the current attributes of Blood Wind, it can be said to be quite balanced.
When all its attributes are increased to 30 points, it cannot continue to increase. Robb doesn't know if this is the limit of its growth, or if there are other conditions that have not yet been met.
This golden finger can only be explored by oneself. Even if there are the most rough instructions for use, Robb will not be so annoyed.
The blood pact points accumulated now can be regarded as a hidden danger. As long as he continues to fight and kill, the blood pact points accumulate and he will inevitably lose control.
When the time comes when he cannot continue to consume attributes, will he lose control within a certain period of time? Or will he lose control permanently and become a madman who only knows how to kill?
Robb was completely unaware of the consequences of losing control again, so during this period his appetite was greatly reduced, for fear of continuing to increase his blood bond points.
By the way, killing Roose Bolton yesterday actually brought him 8 blood bond points.
Except for Dick, the defecting soldier leader who was killed before, this can be said to be the second time he has gained more than the regular 2 blood bond points.
Fortunately, when the battle at the Dreadfort got out of control, his blood bond points exceeded 70, so he still has some leeway.
Speaking of Bloodwind, I'm afraid it will suffer a little aggrieved during this time on the road. Because its size is too conspicuous, it is now locked in the last specially customized carriage.
In fact, Robb could quickly ride south to King's Landing without taking the bloody wind.
But to leave his trump card and his trump card far away and take risks alone, he must have been the protagonist in a movie in his previous life, so he could do it!
Although the transport carriage was somewhat slowed down, Robb and the others were basically on the road except for necessary rest periods.
It only took more than half a month to reach the border between the king's territory and the riverlands, Sow's Corner.
Sow Point is a tower with a strange name and an eight-foot-thick wall. It is a vassal knight of the Harvard family and a fiefdom of the Hogg family.
Of course, the tower castle is inaccessible, but there are also settlements on the periphery, like winter markets, spontaneously established by nearby residents.
Although the place is not big, there is no shortage of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Overall, it looks a bit busy and prosperous.
After all, the location here is excellent. It is less than a day’s ride away from King’s Landing. It is considered the first resting point at the starting point of the King’s Road.
After this long journey, everyone in Winterfell, except Robb, looked tired and in poor spirits.
Therefore, he decided to rest here for a good night and set off to King's Landing tomorrow.
Robb and others live in a shabby and ordinary hotel here. The consumption in the south is indeed much higher than in the north.
The food and accommodation for their group, including the concentrated feed for the horses, cost a total of one hundred and ten silver deer.
This was the discount that Ed had been bargaining for. At first, the innkeeper heard their northern accent and wanted a golden dragon.
It was almost sunset when Robb and the others arrived at the inn.
After arranging for the carriage to be parked, and getting on the carriage himself to appease Xue Feng, who had been expressing his impatience in his heart, he took everyone to the hotel lobby to have dinner.
The hotel looked shabby and ordinary, but their business was indeed very good. When Robb and others entered the huge hotel lobby, two-thirds of the tables were already filled with guests eating, drinking and chatting.
Robb and others sat down and waited for a while before the innkeeper served them a customized dinner for their stay.
A plain but substantial piece of bread, a large bowl of barley and venison soup with some green spinach, and a large glass of bad ale.
Compared to the delicacies he made at Winterfell, these foods made Robb frown.
It's not that they can't afford good housing or good food, but since you are pretending to be a small caravan, at least in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, it should be consistent with the disguise.
So when Ed was bargaining with the innkeeper, he didn't say anything to stop him.
In his previous life at Blue Star, Robb was the kind of man who could buy clothes and shoes, enter the store, pay the bill, and go out in less than ten minutes.
Bang!
Just as Robb and his party were eating all the mediocre food, the door of the inn was suddenly knocked open.
The man who stumbled into the hotel lobby shouted excitedly: "The latest news! Our King, our King, recruited several concubines into the Red Castle today, but they died on the bellies of these concubines!"
boom!
When Robb heard the news shouted by the man, his expression suddenly changed, and he punched the dining table hard, sending the wine and remaining food flying everywhere.