Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 303 Million Carriers
"You are not welcome here."

Green eyes, in the wind and snow, showed hesitation and resistance.

They are small, with dark chestnut skin wrapped in thick vegetation.

Obviously, they are not human.

But Clay could understand what he said.

Based on this alone, they are stronger than most people in Westeros.

Mastering their own source language and lingua franca is not something everyone can do.

They used to be the masters of this continent, but with their short bodies, they were defeated by tall humans in iron armor.

They retreated again and again, and finally, in the whole world, only the forbidden place of human beings beyond the Great Wall can become their shelter.

Clay recognized the identities of these creatures the first time he saw them.

Children of the forest.

A thing that almost only appears in the classics of the academy and in the bedtime stories of people from the northern border.

"You know who I am?"

Clay asked with a smile, the palm of his left hand quietly made a gesture of the Igni Sign, and his right hand rested on the hilt of the Valyrian steel sword at his waist.

As long as these guys are really stubborn, then he will have to see how the body structure of the children of the forest is different from that of humans.

These children of the forest had no experience in confronting human warriors for a long time, so they didn't have a normal defensive reaction to Clay's obvious offensive posture.

If he faced a human warrior with a little training, with a pair of eyes, he would always pay attention to Clay's palm.

After all, as long as you hold the sword in your palm, everyone knows what you want to do.

After waiting for a while, the three forest children who blocked him, the one at the head, said slowly:
"You are dangerous."

Clay frowned, what's the reason?
He sneered and said:

"I'm dangerous? Think about it carefully, is the servant of the cold god dangerous, or is it a person who has the patience to grind your teeth here?"

"What about the crow?"

The Children of the Forest looked at each other, and they had to admit that Clay was right.

There are malicious enemies everywhere in the cold wind, but their blood feud with humans makes them have no basis for trust in humans at all.

"Master Green Prophet..."

One of the guys who seemed a little dazed subconsciously wanted to answer Clay's question.

Then, he was pushed by that guy with an online IQ.

After the former shut up honestly, the latter looked at Clay, remained silent for a long time, and asked:
"How did you get here?"

Claire's share:
"The black crow you want to protect spreads the power of the old gods all over the northern border. It's almost hard to breathe. I'm afraid that if I don't find it again, all the creatures in the northern border will be killed by the wind in their deep sleep." The snow froze to death."

Hearing this, the leader was a little speechless.

Of course they know the current situation. After all, they belong to the lineage of the old gods. The magic power they master, the green of life is intertwined with the gray of the old gods.

"Get out of the way, the dead crow is doing this, he has to give me an explanation."

Clay looked at the three guys stuck at the door like wooden stakes, and was wearing away his patience little by little.

Do you think he, Clay Manderly, is a good talker?

"You can't find him, and in fact, neither can we."

The Children of the Forest finally chose to give in.

Before the Green Seer fell asleep, he specifically stated that this person was not an enemy yet.

Clay was taken aback by this, what do you mean?
Isn't the Three-Eyed Raven in the tree hole?
The tallest guy said again:
"The Green Seer, in order to avoid the cold god's gaze, hid in the dreams of the northerners."

"He keeps shuttling through one dream after another in order to avoid being locked here by the ultimate evil."

"But the dream is out of control, Mr. Green Prophet, I may not be able to find the exit..."

With a sudden jump in his heart, Clay thought of many things in an instant.

This really unfolded completely unexpectedly.

He finally knew what the spreading magic power of the old gods was going to do.

This guy is really afraid of death.

Using the dreams of millions of people in the northern border as his escape channel, he tried to get rid of the cold god's pursuit.

According to the children of the forest.

This agent of the old god's will probably underestimated the power of the dreams of nearly a million people, and at the same time overestimated himself.

Now, he is...

A wandering in someone's dream...

Lonely ghost.

He couldn't find a way out.

Brynden Rivers, you have today too?
No, you are a swindler, a pig teammate.

Isn't this a typical mage dying from his own spells?
Clay didn't know how the Cold God locked him, but the Duke of Blood Raven must have his reasons for choosing this weird way.

You are really embarrassing me, Fat Tiger!
I am a man who is about to kill the Quartet in the real world, you...

Clay was full of old things and had nowhere to vomit, and he couldn't find any words to spray him for a while.

Forget it, let's think of a way to see if we can give him a hand.

Clay remembered what the Three-Eyed Raven said in Jon Snow's dream.

"It's not time to open the door yet."

Let's not care about the door, according to the current situation, the ones who want to kick the door are likely to be the cold god and his servants, and maybe those knights from outside the territory who don't know how to appear will be added.

Even if these guys want to open the door to send warmth, Clay can't let them succeed.

The most urgent task now is to quickly find a way to communicate with this old cheater.

Clay walked into the hole.

Fortunately, this place is actually much bigger than Jon Snow dreamed.

Without Clay crawling in in a pose of shame.

All the way down, the temperature has risen to a relatively acceptable level.

Clay said, looking at the costumes of these children of the forest, they are not in the state of living in the snow at all.

Case solved now.

Your Excellency used to live in a tree hole.

When we came to the bottom of the tree hole, the mist was very heavy.

The magic power in the palm gathered, and a shot of Alder's seal blasted out.

Unlike in the past, the mist was not blown away, but dissipated immediately like white snow meeting hot oil.

Clay was not surprised at all.

Because the fog here is essentially what the concentration of the old god's magic power has broken through the limit.

Encountering Clay's completely different magic power, the internal structure was destroyed and disappeared naturally faster than anything else.

The three children of the forest behind were taken aback. Now they suddenly realized that the one in front of them was probably more terrifying than the average servant of the cold god. The surging magic power made them tremble with fear.

Clay doesn't care what they think.

When he saw clearly what was revealed behind the mist, he felt that his trip was worthwhile.

He finally understood why the Three-Eyed Crow would choose such a shabby place as his crow's nest.

In front of Clay's eyes, a huge heart tree piercing the heavens and the earth, under the faint light of the surrounding glowing plants, was revealed in front of Clay.

This tree is the biggest heart tree that Clay has seen in Westeros for so long.

Compared with it, the weirwood tree in Winterfell is nothing more than a sapling.

Looking up, the huge canopy is hidden in the huge space on the upper floor.

Without light, I can't see clearly.

Efforts to manage facial expressions are beyond Clay's imagination.

He was almost certain that this was the core of the Old God power north of the Neck.

"Master Green Prophet is just ahead."

The Son of the Forest looked at the agent of the gods who was nailed in place, and reminded him softly.

Clay walked around several huge tree trunks that he couldn't wrap around, and came to the other side.

Then, at a glance, he caught sight of the old man who was tightly entangled in a pile of branches, even pierced into his flesh and blood.

Just like when he first saw the Three-Eyed Crow.

This is the agent of the old gods of Westeros, the Duke of Bloodraven, Brynden Rivers, who can be regarded as an old survivor.

Brynden Rivers, who was supposed to have a pair of blood-colored eyes staring at him, his eyes were bigger than his own, but his head covered with gray hair was pulled to the side. If it weren't for his weak breathing, Clay would have thought that this guy had died. Sent.

The old boy slept very comfortably, and the leaves attached to it would sway slightly between breaths.

Clay looked like he wanted to give him a kick.

"Didn't you try to wake Him up? Do you really know nothing about what's going on outside?"

Clay turned around, frowned and asked the three children of the forest who followed him.

"I tried it, but I can't. Although we share the same source of magic power as Mr. Green Prophet, we can only enter Mr. Green Prophet's own dream."

"For example, we can enter the master's room, but the master is not in the house, and we don't know where he went."

Clay nodded, he understood what the Children of the Forest meant.

Cold God wanted to locate Brynden Rivers. According to this, I am afraid that he could do this through his consciousness.

Then it's no wonder that this guy wants to make so many "bed partners" in the northern border.

This is equivalent to having nearly a million rooms, so go find me, and I will lose if you find me.

Probably this logic.

After hesitating for a moment, Clay asked:
"You, can you let me enter your green prophet's dream?"

As soon as these words came out, the three children of the forest immediately became vigilant.

"What are you going to do?"

they asked in unison.

"What can I do? He's trapped in a dream now, and I have to find a way to get him out."

"If he continues to sleep like this, the northern border will be finished. Even if Hanshen uses a stupid method to search for you one by one with ghouls, he will be able to find you out."

"Beyond the Great Wall is so big, do you really think you are perfect?"

Clay was not polite at all.

"You...can't hurt the Green Prophet..."

"I know, the most I can do is slap him in the mouth a few times and pluck out a few of his bird feathers. Don't worry, if I can find him, I will find a way to bring him back."

They looked at each other for a long time, muttered for a long time in words that Clay couldn't understand, and finally, they gritted their teeth and agreed.

"The magic in your body is different from ours. It should be much easier to wake you up."

"Well, this is the best, up to three days, be sure to wake me up."

"Ok."

It was settled, and Clay was not surprised at all.

Right now, they really need a guy like Clay who is outside their system to find a way to grab the Three-Eyed Crow.

If they have this ability, which round will they get Clay?
The Three-Eyed Crow was trapped here, and they had to guard them all the time.

The strange ghosts will come to the door sooner or later, and their small arms and legs can't stop the footsteps of the cold god's servants at all.

It would be great fun if the agent of the Old God's will fell into the hands of the Cold God's servants.

Both parties are unwilling to see this scene, so there is a possibility of joining forces.

As for the rest of the matter, let's wait until Clay fishes out the man.

(End of this chapter)