Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 11 Mutation!Witcher!

In the hall of Winterfell, no one noticed that Clay, the heir of White Harbor, had disappeared for a long time. His loyal guard leader also took off his iron gloves and put them on the table, blushing and talking thickly to a The guards he met in Winterfell toasted and drank.

He did see his young master go out, but he didn't think about it at all. Anyway, in Duke Ed's territory, no one dared to do anything to Clay.

As a guest, His Majesty the King was holding a dancer and twisting his fat body crazily. His face was greasy and sweaty, and his hearty laughter echoed throughout the hall of Winterfell.

As the host, Duke Ed was sitting in his seat with a blank face, swallowing the food carefully prepared in the kitchen in front of him.

Ed Stark has never liked such a lively environment since he was a child.

Beside him, the glamorous queen sat there in the most standard and dignified posture, looking at her husband in the field with a smile on her face, but there was no warmth in her green eyes.

While the King and his future Hand were toasting in the great halls of Winterfell or looking frosty, Clay was lying in the wet dirt.

As soon as the joy of leaving the Heart Tree dissipated, Clay discovered a serious problem:
So much magic!
He couldn't see what was going on inside his body, but Clay knew very well that he couldn't lift a finger now, and the swollen body was full of magic power scurrying around.

Just leaving the heart tree is already the limit, and he can't do anything now.

He was breathing hard, while thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.

His first thought was to return to his room immediately. Only being under the protection of the Mandalay family guards could give him enough sense of security, and he could make plans after he was safe.

But after thinking about it for only two seconds, he gave up the idea.

Clay is very aware of the root cause of his current obstruction. The problem of too much magic power cannot be eliminated by lying here for three or four hours at the risk of risk.

His magic pool is not a real pool, and if there is too much, it can be released a little bit.

The most urgent task is to consume the excess magic power in the body and reduce the stock of the magic power pool to a safe range. The magic power is not in the blood. This does not mean that he can finish the job with a little blood.

Sighing inwardly, he decided to implement the riskiest but most effective method: mutation!

Just under the branches of the Heart Tree in the Godswood, the holy land of the Stark family, under the gaze of the old gods, a mutation!
Thoughts flickered, the system turned on, and Clay selected the three small bottles lying quietly in the inventory as quickly as possible.

Gritting his teeth, Clay took out the vials with all his strength. He didn't have the time to judge the order now, so he just bit open with his teeth.

"This green grass decoction is version 1.0, which is very risky and has the following side effects... Do you use magic power to counteract it?"

Why hesitate, Clay didn't even look at it, pushing the success rate to the limit to offset all side effects.

In the next second, the magic power in his body was as fast as lightning, and all rushed towards the potion that made Clay's face pale in an instant.

Huge pain first came from the stomach, and then spread throughout the body at an extremely fast speed.

Clay became restless, his limbs twisted unnaturally, and his body arched, lifting the turf from the ground.

His pupils became dilated, his eyes glazed over, and his eyes were empty, only seeing the dark night sky obscured by the tree canopy.

About 10 minutes passed, and Clay, who was curled up together, suddenly twisted wildly, his hands unconsciously scrambling in the air, as if picking a fast-flying snowflake in the air.

After a while, his two hands suddenly rested on his chest, and he tore vigorously at the already torn black robe and the luxurious shirt with the mermaid emblem embroidered inside.

The sound of heavy breathing resounded in the deathly quiet Godswood, like a terrifying monster lurking in the darkness.

During the non-stop movements, Clay began to sweat profusely, and soon all his clothes were wet.

The skin was covered with dirt and sweat, and it was slippery and foul-smelling.

Clay's body was convulsing involuntarily, and he was struggling with the pervasive pain all over his body.

Clay has been paying attention to the success rate of the Grass Trial itself and how to get immunity to offset those side effects, but ignored the great pain of the Grass Trial itself.

He finally understood why the trial of the demon hunter was close to death. I don't know how many apprentice demon hunters suffered from pain!

The medicine has been eroding his nervous system, while the magic power in his body has been protecting it.

From the face down to the most important part, all parts of the body are alarming, but the existence of magic keeps Clay awake, allowing him to experience the bones, muscles, glands, etc. of the body Every inch of change that happens.

To have fun in bitterness, Clay thought: this wonderful experience must not be enjoyed by himself alone, only by letting all the people who are destined to experience it in the future can he balance his heart.

He felt the warmth on his face, it was the scalding blood flowing from his nose, his current body temperature was astonishingly high, although it was not enough to boil water, but if it was someone else, he should have been in the church long ago Or there is a memorial service under the heart tree...

I don't know how long it took, Clay lost his vision, taste, smell and hearing successively, and then these lost sensations returned one by one, and the swelling in his body gradually disappeared.

Clay could finally feel his stomach. The moment he drank the medicine, he felt like he had swallowed a bomb that was about to detonate, blowing his stomach to pieces as soon as he swallowed it.

The pain in the stomach disappeared, and then, a violent vomiting feeling pressed directly into the throat.

With a clearer consciousness, Clay kept telling himself: Don't vomit, don't vomit!

however……

"Wow……"

The world is quiet.

……

Maybe an hour, or maybe two?Who knows, it was the longest night of Clay's 16-year life anyway.

After the last ray of pain disappeared, Clay's half-closed eyes suddenly opened!

An unprecedented power flowed through his body, and without any external force, he bounced himself out of the mud puddle with only his legs.

Under the bright moonlight, a tall and strong figure appeared in the reflection of the lake.

In Clay's weird smile, he raised his left hand and made a strange gesture:

The little finger is curled up, the ring finger and middle finger are close together, the index finger is separated alone, and the palm is slowly forward.

The magic power surged, and a pale yellow spherical shield suddenly appeared beside him.

Clay let go of his fingers, and the shield shattered. He fell to his knees and buried his head in his arms, trying to hide his almost uncontrollable wild laughter.

Because, he is, a witcher!
　The protagonist completes the mutation, but don't worry, he won't lose his combat power, and the social environment doesn't allow him to play acrobatics in public like a nobleman.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)