Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 302 Cold Malice

The iron gate leading to the outside of the Great Wall groaned again.

Clay didn't waste time. After confirming that Jon Snow really couldn't provide him with useful information, he decided to go beyond the Great Wall.

After all, the source of this incident can only be the Three-Eyed Crow who gives people dreams all day long.

As long as he found him, Clay knew exactly where the problem was.

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't get an answer.

What Brynden River has done now has long surpassed what the two had traded at the beginning.

Clay also wanted to give it a try, what would it look like to burn Brynden River's half-tree, half-human body with the Igni Sign.

"Ask you again, are you sure you don't need our people to follow?"

The one who spoke was Jon Snow's friend Eddie.

He didn't know what happened in Winterfell, but what happened to Jon Snow still worried him very much.

Knowing that Clay is here to solve the problem, and seems to understand something that they don't know, the melancholy Eddie wants to go with him.

In their opinion, Beyond the Great Wall is a special event for night watchmen, and other people will only seek death if they go out.

But Clay refused to follow anyone.

It's not that he is proud, it's just that ordinary people might not be able to come back alive after going out this trip.

There is no need to sacrifice these people.

The heavy gate opened, and the cold air that hit his face made Clay's skin tighten instinctively.

Eddie looked at a glazed-eyed warhorse dismounted by Clay.

Originally, when this strange incident happened, all the horses of the Night Watchman Legion were also paralyzed.

Otherwise, they would not have to contact the Last Hearth City.

But this Clay Mandalay walked to their stables and asked the groom to choose a horse that was in good condition for him, and put his palm on the head of the horse.

I don't know what he did. The horse, which had been completely asleep and could not be woken up by anyone, unexpectedly woke up slowly.

Clay ordered the groom to feed the horse the things that can restore its strength the fastest.

After the horses were basically ready to use, they got on their backs and demanded to go north beyond the Great Wall.

The Night's Watch had no reason to stop them.

After all, the last Savage crisis was pacified by the leader. In theory, Clay Manderly is an old friend of the Night Watch Corps?
"Go back and tell Lord Commander Mormont that no matter what happens beyond the Wall, hold the Wall and let nothing come over."

Eddie frowned. He understood, but not quite.

"Master Clay, what do you mean...?"

What responded to him was the voice of Clay controlling the horse to start, and a sneer mixed in the wind and snow:
"Let me just say, you just listen."

"Beyond the Great Wall, there shouldn't be any living creatures anymore. If you see something coming towards you, don't hesitate to kill them."

After all, the war horse wrapped in a thin blanket with its belly clipped slowly walked into the wind and snow.

"What the hell do you know..."

Watching Clay Mandalay disappear into the snow, Eddie murmured.

This person came with such a purpose that everyone could feel it.

He came to Jon first, but Jon couldn't speak, so he didn't even hesitate, and went north directly.

Obviously, he has much more information than people like himself.

……

Clay has his own reasons for not directly using his magic power to awaken those who are completely asleep.

He tried it, but the mana consumption was too high, and there was no direct effect.

The entire body of these sleeping people was covered with the magic power of the old gods.

Clay wants to wake them up, remember to use his magic power to force out all the old god power in these people.

He was going to meet the Three-Eyed Raven, and his precious power couldn't be wasted like this.

In this ghostly place where the air is full of the power of the old gods, his mana replenishment is very slow.

So, to be on the safe side, he gave up.

Wake up one or two people, the duration is not long, not worthwhile.

The top of the Great Wall behind has been blocked by the thick wind and snow, and the heavy wall cannot give people the slightest sense of security right now.

Clay knew he had come to the right place.

As soon as he was outside the fortress, the power of the old gods rushed to his face, hitting his body non-stop.

However, magical powers from different systems are not afraid of these magical powers entering the body.

Instead, between you and me, swallowed some power that seemed gray in the vision of magic power.

Clay himself is like a ship with oil lamps on the dark sea. The abyss has been trying to swallow him, but it has repeatedly failed.

For some reason, Clay felt two diametrically opposite emotions in the power of these old gods.

One is hostile to him and wants to swallow him with malice, while the other is a faint pleading.

It's like the two sides of a mirror, which should look the same, but this feeling of coexistence but distinctness is becoming more and more obvious.

Clay didn't know exactly where the Three-Eyed Raven's lair was, but the magic vision gave him the direction.

As long as he is looking for the direction with the strongest magic power, he is right, and he will never go the wrong way.

He walked into the ghost forest.

The branches protruding from the sentinel tree are like sharp claws protruding from hell.

Every time he touched Clay, it was cold and hard as iron.

There was also weirwood outside the Great Wall, and Clay couldn't feel anything except the pattern of a human face covered with blood and tears.

In the south of the Great Wall and north of the Neck, all the power of the old gods emanates through the weirwood trees.

It's like a broadcast signal tower.

But outside the Great Wall, the weirwoods lose this function, because the higher ultimate is right behind them.

Lord Commander Mormont, describing Jon Snow's dream to Clay in detail.

From the appearance of the direwolf, to the hole in the ghostly forest, and the long wooden passageway like a giant beast's esophagus, and finally to the weird plants, as well as the direwolf and the crow in it.

"Can't your original body hold on anymore?"

"In such a hurry to transfer your consciousness to another body?"

"As the agent of the will of the gods, you still fear death. You let me down."

Exhaling a breath of white air, he was crushed by snowflakes like small knives in an instant, Clay on the horse muttered to himself.

Others don't know, and they are at a loss for the symbolic scene, can Clay not understand?
The Three-Eyed Raven must have felt the crisis, so he accelerated the process of transferring his will, that is, taking Shebran Stark.

But something must have gone wrong, which led to this scene.

As for why he entrusted a dream to Jon Snow?
The blood of the ancient Stark family is the best bearer of the power of the old gods.

In this snowstorm, time has long since become meaningless.

In front of my eyes, there was nothing but white snow, black trees, gloomy sky, and gray mountains.

Clay couldn't feel how long he had been gone.

But he knew he was going in the right direction.

In his current position, the concentration of the old god's magic power is already ten times that of the edge of the neck.

It can be said that if Daenerys is put here, I am afraid that Clay will not have time to save her.

Except for the accident of Clay, the world of ice and fire, this place is already a forbidden area for human beings.

Suddenly, a slight whisper sounded in my ear.

It wasn't very clear, after all, the wind was louder, but Clay still caught it keenly.

The voice said:

"Agent of the Gods...you are here..."

The voice said again:
"Go...don't come near me..."

It was like the gibberish of a mentally ill patient, but Clay knew as soon as he heard it that this was Brynden River's broken voice.

What do you mean?
Did you know I was coming, but didn't let me come?
Clay stopped in his tracks, listening for more information.

Unfortunately, the wind got stronger, and the sound of rustling leaves filled my ears.

Nothing useful can be heard.

"You don't want me to go, I want to go anyway, I will listen to you in everything, then I will lose face."

Clay sneered.

In the current state, the Three-Eyed Crow must be unable to handle it by himself. If he continues to do so, the entire Northern Territory will be renamed the Sleeping Realm.

I have no idea.

Clay walked on.

He could already feel that he was about to reach the point of this trip.

The cold here is no longer caused by ordinary low temperatures.

The power of the old gods is mixed with cold magic, which is the most deadly.

Perhaps only a plant like the sentinel tree can barely survive here.

"Come on, let's speed up."

Clay gave another Axii sign to the horse under him.

To control a creature with a simpler mind like a war horse, his mana consumption is not large.

It is more than enough to resist this pervasive invasion.

After going about 1000 meters further, Clay finally heard the voice of Brynden River again:

"Come and save me, they are going to find me!"

"Get out of here, you will bring them to find me!"

You are still in a hurry.

Clay could hear something in common among these two voices with completely different expressions.

That is unabashedly anxious.

In his memory, the dead people, guided by the White Walker, found the Three-Eyed Raven's lair. This guy finished his ritual at the last moment, and even killed a Hodor who shouldn't die.

All bad things are done, it is He who speaks.

He was in a hurry, and Clay was not in a hurry.

As for whether the ghosts would come to him, Clay didn't mind too much.

As long as the other ghosts don't engage in anti-aircraft guns with themselves, they can just shoot themselves with spears like the military court.

The body of the Other Ghost is almost entirely made of magic power.

In this case, facing ordinary people, the ice armor and ice sword condensed by cold magic will make it difficult for ordinary weapons to function.

But when it comes to Valyrian steel swords with other systems of magic, the Night King is a younger brother.

And facing Clay, it is even more suspicious of his life.

As soon as Igni is fired, they will teach them to be human...ah no, teach them to be ghosts.

The White Walker is also a creature with brains, and the Three-Eyed Crow hasn't figured it out yet, so he won't provoke him.

My brain is really rusted, and I want to die.

Clay didn't mind either.

Ignoring the increasingly polarizing murmurs, Clay continued with his actions.

Following the traces of magic power that could almost be directly captured by sight, Clay finally came to the entrance of the cave in Jon Snow's dream.

Very ordinary, if only on the surface.

But once the magic vision is opened, it's another matter.

The gray power of the old gods, like a gray flood, spewed out from this hole.

Obviously, this is the crow's nest.

Clay thought.

(End of this chapter)