Chapter 11[Volume 2]
Jon cursed again as he charged at the monster, he was with Ghost supported by about seven hunters. They were shooting arrows at the beast, but its skin was as thick as steel.
Well more like wood, it was a tree after all.
Yes, a tree.
A seven-foot tree, with strong, branchy arms.
Very strong arms.
Oros last dungeon was a forest that didn't seem to have anything but common animals, so the boy hunted a couple wolves, and the occasional lion and tiger among the more dangerous animals.
And he arrived at the boss's lair, he wasn't expecting an Ent, they were supposedly peaceful if old nanny's stories were true.
This one wasn't.
Jon had his elemental aura on, fire on his sword, supposedly it should be easy, burning a tree.
Unfortunately, the Ent seemed immune to magic, he could only deal damage with his critical hit skill, his wolf did not seem to be able to damage it with his strength and he chose to support him by getting Jon out of the Ent's attacks or attracting him.
The monster was not fast, but it was tough and strong, very strong.
Dozens of arrows hit the monster, but they was powerless to do anything.
Jon attacked with his aura but it had no effect either.
" I have a plan " he heard Ghost say.
" I'm listening " Jon replied.
" It's big and strong, but this place isn't," he said.
Jon looked around. The place was a temple, its columns old and ruined, barely standing.
Jon nodded and gave the orders to attack.
The hunters showed no signs of weakness and continued firing. Jon lunged at a column and swung his sword at it, causing it to explode and the entire place to shake.
The Ent turned upon seeing him and headed towards him.
Ghost jumped behind and scratched at its back, barely doing anything but distracting the Ent long enough for Jon to destroy another column.
The roof began to shake.
"Once more...ATTACK" he shouted.
The hunters, who noticed the plan, attacked from afar with powerful arrows. One hit the creature in the eye and it let out a scream and knelt down.
[T/N: !?!? An Ent?]
"I should have done that before" he muttered.
Without wasting time he headed to the third column and it exploded, the roof collapsed, Ghost and he jumped back to avoid the stones, the hunters followed behind in a protected area.
The Ent felt everything coming down and held the roof up with its big hands.
"It holding everything up," Jon muttered, incredulous at the strength.
"An opportunity," said a hunter and attacked its other eye.
The beast roared and Jon saw an opportunity now that its hands were full and its eyes were blinded.
He ran at high speed and climbed the tree, but the tree did nothing to stop him, he had both hands busy and even though he felt Jon climbing up, he couldn't stop him.
"Critical hit" Jon whispered.
His sword lit up.
Jon launched an attack with both hands and the carved into the creature's neck. Jon fell to the ground after that, the creature let out a scream and hit Jon with its root, Jon flew out, but the sword remained stuck, the pain was too much, the Ent let go of the roof to remove the sword, and it fell on top of him.
Dozens of rocks hit his body and he fell.
Jon walked over, grabbed his sword and stabbed it again and again, and reached the white room. The boy sighed tiredly and waited a few minutes until he had some energy before going to the computer.
{Name: Jon Snow
Title: King of Valyria
Skill Points: 4
Level: 18: (0/5000)
Health: 1900/1900
Mana: 1650/1650
Attributes: Low
Skills: 2
Swordsmanship Level: 3
Summoning Magic Level: 3
Do you want to spend four skill points and upgrade the Summoning Magic skill to level 4?
Yes/No}
Jon pressed yes.
{Summoning Magic Level: 4
This skill has two upgrades.}
Jon felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground, a strong headache appeared and made him dizzy, he felt like vomiting because of the dizziness, while his hands burned as if they were on fire. A few seconds later everything disappeared and the boy saw that the monitor changed his phrases.
{Summoning Magic Level: 4
Cost: 400 mana per spell.
Company of soldiers: Swordsmen, Spearmen, Archers, all the work they do gives experience to the user.
Survival: Blueprints for High-End Weapons, Siege Weapons, High-End Armor.}
The boy smiled, he finally had soldiers. He walked over to the skill machine, he had already collected 200 medals, enough to buy a skill. There were six skills. Blacksmithing, merchant, and alchemist didn't interest him, but language, money, and experience did.
The boy was unsure, but in Essos, not everyone spoke his language, language seemed to be more reasonable for now, the boy typed language and it disappeared, in its place appeared another skill, reading. The boy noticed that it was worth 400 bronze medals. Jon didn't look changed, there was no pain or anything, he had obtained the skill, but he didn't feel anything, he went to the computer and chose FAQ.
{What do you want to know?
How does the language skill work?
With the unique language skill, the bearer can understand and speak any language to those who use a spoken language.}
"I see, so reading must be the same, but writing or reading" he muttered and left the room.
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Bran looked at the white room as he headed to the computer, he flew a couple of laps around Winterfell every night, he had adopted the wild Ossa as Rickon's caretaker, the boy seemed to be okay with that, and promised not to say anything about his abilities.
Flying gave him experience points and he did it every night, of course, they were few points, this was the third level he had mastered. The boy knew he couldn't get skills, he had reached level 3 with 1 skill point.
Bran left the room and flew to his bedroom.
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Robb looked at the white room, he had arrived there during the attack, the boy had leveled up to 3 and had one skill point, before leaving the room.
He came to on the battlefield.
"Critical hit" he whispered.
His sword flashed for a second and the boy went on the attack, he could see his men attacking the southerners.
They were on the defensive this time, the Lannisters sent a force of seven thousand men, and he concentrated on attacking them with the nine thousand he had. They were trying to destroy his resources.
The boy has already sent Dacey and her team of three hundred men to protect him, while he and the great Jon Umber faced the southerners on the battlefield.
Grey Wind attacked with the others on the battlefield, his Direwolf was a terrible animal for the enemies, fast, powerful without any doubt when it came to eliminating them.
Robb slashed at the enemy near him, piercing their stomachs, his men around him were divided into a circle, cornering the southerners among themselves, attacking from all sides.
Robb looked ahead to see one of the southern captains fighting his men, he came up to him.
"ROBB STARK…DIE!" he said.
Robb swung a blow, the force of which knocked him off balance, and the captain fell to the ground and was stabbed by the boy's sword. He ignored the corpse and continued to attack the southerners.
"ATTACK!" The boy exclaimed.
The men screamed and attacked with more force.
Some had doubts at first, the previous battles were easy, according to them, they did not know that Robb's magic gave them strength, but that did not make them unbeatable, Robb noticed that his attack magic increased strength and fighting spirit, but not defense or attacking with intelligence, the men were simply dominated by fury and attacked with frenzy, that made him lose many of his men.
But there was no option at this moment, attack, it was undoubtedly a useful magic on the battlefield, no matter how many sacrifices there were.
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Ned looked at the port. They had been sailing for a few days, the ship was taking them at full speed, they crossed the gaseous waters of the steaming sea, and they arrived at a port, in which a squadron of soldiers was waiting for them.
Ned placed the ship in the harbor and looked at the soldiers waiting for him.
"Welcome Lord Stark, King Jon awaits you," said the soldier.
The girls arrived and got off the boat, Ned saw that the squad of twenty soldiers escorted them.
They arrived at a small town, there was a blacksmith's shop, miners were coming out of shops, and many houses of similar appearance, on one side of the road, dozens of fields, with people working in them.
They came to a house, larger than the others and entered, she saw Jon writing on a paper in a small office.
"JON!" Arya exclaimed and ran towards him.
The boy looked up and smiled at her, she lunged at him when he stood up and Jon grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up.
"Arya" he whispered in wonder.
The northern she-wolf hugged him tightly and he responded.
He turned to see his father and Sansa.
"Father…Sansa" he greeted.
The girl bowed politely like a lady and Ned smiled.
"And those soldiers?" he asked.
"Level 4 summons" he clarified.
"Summonings? Are all the people summoned?" he asked in wonder.
Jon nodded.
"Except him" he pointed to the side, to Ghost who was sleeping.
"Ghost!" the girl exclaimed.
The Direwolf looked up and recognized Arya, who approached to pet him.
They talked a bit, and he explained about the summons, farmers, architects, hunters, blacksmiths, miners, trackers, craftsmen, and soldiers. And he explained about Valyria and its sister islands, about dungeons and the liberation of territories by dominating them.
Jon explained to them that he had nine dungeons to dominate Valyria, of which he completed seven, and the ones of Oros remained, to dominate Valyria and obtain, in his own opinion, a safe place.
They quickly chose a couple of rooms, Sansa was given a pair of peasant girls who acted as ladies-in-waiting.
Ned learned that the number of summons depended on Jon's level, his skills, and his own player level, in his current state Jon could summon.
Peasants: 30
Architects: 10 each with ten workers.
Hunters: 15
Blacksmiths: 4 each with two assistants
Miners: 13
Trackers: 20
Craftsmen: 2 each with four assistants.
Soldiers: 300, 100 Swordsmen, 100 Spearmen and 100 Archers.
This was because Jon had a high level.
The summoning skill worked in harmony with level, every ten levels Jon could increase the number of military personnel by ten and the number of non-military personnel by five, at Level: 18 he had that number, because he was at a level lower than 20 but higher than 10, when he reached twenty he would have 150 farmers, 100 architects, 75 hunters, 20 blacksmiths, 65 miners, 10 craftsmen, and 3000 soldiers.
Ned heard everything and gasped at that.
"The soldiers are still low level, they can fight against normal units, but experts would kill them easily, they have discipline, but not yet skill, at least until they have their two skill improvements" Jon explained.
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Robb launched another attack on the captain, and he immediately lost his head.
The boy came to the white room and went to the computer.
{Name: Robb Stark
Title: None
Skill Points: 2
Level: 4 (0/130)
Health: 350/350
Mana: 400/400
Attributes: Low
Skills: 1
Support Magic Level: 1
Swordsmanship Level: 1
Do you want to spend two skill points and upgrade Support Magic to level 2?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
Robb felt a sharp pain in his head, he let out a groan of pain and fell to the ground, images appearing in his mind. The boy let out a sigh of pain and looked at the screen.
{Sacred Magic Level: 2
Cost: 200 mana
Defend yourselves: Increases your army's defense by 200%}
The boy smiled this was what he wanted.
He left the room and saw the Southerners fleeing.
"Lord Stark, they are waiting for you in your tent," said a soldier.
Robb looked confused.
He arrived at his tent and noticed that there was a woman with her mother, she was beautiful, with an appearance he had not seen in the west.
"Robb you're here," said his mother.
"Lord Stark," she said.
"I would like to introduce you to Talisa Maegyr of Volantis, healer" her mother explained.
"My lady," Robb greeted.
The woman nodded.
And she handed him a note.
The boy read it.
He raised his eyes.
"Thank you for bringing this, it explains to me that the note will be for a healer," he said.
Catelyn watched her son speak in a voice that was too low, as if something was bothering him.
"Healing is what I do, nothing more and nothing less, Lord Stark, I will heal northerners as well as southerners, it is not my war, my support is humanitarian, I will not take a northerner as something more important than a southerner" she clarified.
Robb smiled.
The girl had spirit.
He liked that.
Honestly, he liked it too much.
"Of course, I'll make sure you have a tent with an escort," he said.
The girl walked away and the young Lord could only admire her retreating form, until a forced cough brought him back to reality.
Catelyn looked at him with her arms crossed.
"What? She's beautiful, wouldn't you like a daughter-in-law like that?" he joked.
Catelyn reached out and pinched his cheeks as if he were a child.
Robb groaned and gave Talisa's note.
Catelyn read it and her eyes widened.
"Do you think it's true?" she muttered.
"Yes, I don't see why he would lie, and there's also father's phrase," he said.
She nodded.
"I don't understand why Volantis? Jon was there but what does Father expect to win?" he said.
' Jon's magic ' Catelyn thought.
"I don't know, maybe when I get back we can find out," she said quickly, she hadn't talked to Robb about magic, she herself hadn't even experimented with it, the seven gods punish magic after all.
And she didn't want the anger of the gods while her family was fighting a war.
She hadn't talked to Robb about her powers, it was too strange too, when Ned and the girls get back maybe she will.
Theon appeared in the tent.
"Are you ready?" Robb asked.
The Ironborn nodded.
Catelyn frowned, she didn't like her son's decision, no matter how much love she has for Theon, he was still a hostage.
"I will convince my father, and I will bring allies" the boy promised.
[T/N: This feels like a better chapter, I think we are getting to the meat of the story finally. If you like this chapter then write a comment, drop some stones, and leave a review. If you want access to some advanced chapters then check out the Patreon.]
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