Mufasa Lannister and Robb Stark began their spear-fighting contest.
As soon as they clashed, Mufasa realized Robb Stark's spear skills were excellent. He took the opportunity to check his stats.
"Name: Robb Stark"
"Identity: Warden of the North, Eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell"
"Profession: None"
"Strength: 14"
"Speed: 12"
"Intelligence: 13"
"Spirit: 13"
"Magic: 9"
"Talent: Warg"
"Robb's strength, speed, intelligence, and spirit are similar to Jon's; only his magic is lower than Jon's. However, they are both Wargs."
"Could it be that all six of their siblings are Wargs?!" Mufasa had a bold conjecture.
While fending off Robb's attacks, Mufasa checked the stats of Arya and Rickon, who were present.
Sansa and Bran had gone far enough that he couldn't check their stats.
"Name: Rickon Stark"
"Identity: Warden of the North, Youngest son of Lord Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell"
"Profession: None"
"Strength: 5"
"Speed: 6"
"Intelligence: 6"
"Spirit: 8"
"Magic: 9"
"Talent: Warg"
"Name: Arya Stark"
"Identity: Warden of the North, Second daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell"
"Profession: None"
"Strength: 6"
"Speed: 7"
"Intelligence: 9"
"Spirit: 8"
"Magic: 12"
"Talent: Warg."
"Indeed, the Stark family are all exceptionally gifted! Worthy of being a protagonist family." Mufasa thought to himself.
However, even though they were a protagonist family, Robb Stark was the eldest of the six siblings, a month older than Jon Snow.
Mufasa still defeated Robb Stark, who had underestimated the power of the longspear in Mufasa's hand.
It was only when Mufasa's Valyrian steel spear cut Robb Stark's spear in half, and the tip of his spear stopped right before Robb Stark's eyes, that Robb finally realized.
"Is this a weapon like Ice, a Valyrian steel spear?" he asked. Although he had previously thought Mufasa's spear was extraordinary, he hadn't considered it to be a Valyrian steel weapon.
"Correct, but there's no prize! Robb, don't forget to honor your promise. The Starks are people of their word; don't bring shame to your family!"
Robb Stark's face flushed, and he looked at Arya almost pleadingly.
Arya, however, didn't mind. She walked directly to Mufasa and boldly kissed his left cheek.
"I didn't expect you could defeat both of my brothers! Ser Mufasa, it seems you are truly a knight! Not one you knighted yourself." Arya said. She became even more curious about Mufasa because she felt he was so amazing; not only did his swordsmanship surpass Jon's, but his spear skills also surpassed Robb's.
At this moment, Mufasa's number one fan, Joffrey, began to speak.
"Mufasa's knighthood was personally conferred by my father. He also won a jousting tournament!"
"Is that really true? Ser Mufasa, you're incredible!" Arya also looked at Mufasa with an expression of adoration, her eyes full of little stars.
"Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend. Hahaha!" Mufasa laughed.
At this point, Theon was displeased.
In his opinion, Mufasa had successively defeated Jon and Robb in their best skills, swordsmanship and spearmanship. Winterfell's reputation was being tarnished. He wanted to regain face.
Although he was an adopted son now, essentially a hostage, he still longed to be a part of the Stark family.
So Theon challenged Mufasa.
"How about we have an archery contest, Ser Mufasa?"
Mufasa glanced at Theon.
"Name: Theon Greyjoy"
"Identity: Heir of the Iron Islands"
"Profession: Pirate"
"Strength: 13"
"Speed: 12"
"Intelligence: 9"
"Spirit: 9"
"Magic: 5"
"Talent: None"
Theon's profession indicated that he was actually a pirate, which might be a family tradition, as the blood of the Ironborn flowed within him. Mufasa wasn't surprised that he had no talent, as not everyone possesses one.
Mufasa showed a 'I'm tired' expression.
Joffrey immediately understood and stepped forward.
"Theon, let me compete with you in archery! I hear the people of the Iron Islands never miss! I wonder if that's an exaggeration."
"Your Highness, I'd be happy to spar with you." Theon said, facing Joffrey, the legitimate prince, he still had to show respect.
However, when Theon saw the weapon in Joffrey's hand, he was stunned.
Because Joffrey was holding a crossbow, while he was holding a bow.
Although both shot arrows, a crossbow was much less strenuous to use than a bow.
Mufasa, Jon, and Arya sat together, watching their archery contest.
Just then, Jon's wolf, Ghost, arrived. It was a pure white direwolf with red eyes.
Mufasa's white lion also had pure white fur and eyes like blood-red gems.
However, with Helaka by his side, Jon's Ghost dared not approach, instead baring its fangs.
"Ser Mufasa!" Jon said.
"You can just call me Mufasa, Jon!" Mufasa said.
"Alright then, Mufasa, could you please tell your white lion not to harm my wolf? After all, their sizes are too different." Jon Snow said.
He had seen the corpses of adult direwolves, but they were still far smaller than Mufasa's white lion, Helaka.
Because Mufasa's Helaka was already as large as an adult ox.
Mufasa nodded. He extended a hand, and Helaka, like a cat, began to roll on the ground, exposing its soft belly.
"Wow! He's just like a kitty! Can I pet him?" Arya asked.
"Of course!"
Mufasa took Arya's hand and placed it on Helaka's belly.
"So warm! It must be very cozy to sleep next to him at night." Arya laughed.
At this moment, Jon's Ghost finally came, crouching at Jon's feet, or more accurately, hiding behind his legs.
Arya's Nymeria also came, drawn by the scent. She saw Arya and wanted to run over but stopped her steps because of Helaka's presence.
Arya called her loudly.
"Nymeria! Nymeria!"
"Come here! Come! Nymeria!"
She then cautiously walked over and came to Arya's feet.
Rickon's wolf, the small black wolf named Shaggydog, also roamed around him.
Robb's Grey Wind followed its master, keeping some distance from Mufasa and the others.
Seeing that all four wolves had arrived,
Mufasa signaled Helaka to stand up.
After Helaka stood up, he shook his fur and let out a low growl. The lion's roar echoed throughout Winterfell.
The four direwolves present all bared their fangs, forming a circle around Helaka.
However, Helaka looked at them disdainfully, very human-like. He roared again, like rolling thunder, exploding in the clear sky.
The king of beasts' dominance emanated, and even the direwolves had to submit.
The four direwolves looked at each other, then at their owners, and finally came to Helaka's side and lay down.
Nymeria even rolled over, exposing her belly.
It was also during Helaka's second roar that Joffrey won the archery duel against Theon.
"Hahaha, it seems I'm still the more skilled one! Theon, you're not bad!" Joffrey said, patting his shoulder.
Theon meekly nodded in agreement.
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