Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 84 My Compatriots
Clay didn't know if Krissen regretted his decision just now, but now, the herbal decoction is transforming his body from the inside, and all he can do is grit his teeth and live!
Magic gushed out from the palm that released the seal, and with the help of the system, Clay is now a mage.

He had to use magic to stabilize Krissen's crumbling body, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive.

An adult struggled hard on the iron frame bed, pulling the iron ring with both hands and feet, making a clanking sound.

Clay can't release an Axii seal on him. Although it can calm him down, it will greatly increase the probability of accidents.

Clearly aware of how painful this is, Krissen in front of him looks crazy, restless, his body writhing crazily, but this is not the most critical situation.

Because, until now, except for the clucking sound of clenched teeth, Clay has never heard any sound from him voluntarily.

In any case, he was at least able to control his key jaw muscles so that they would not open and let out an instinctive wail of pain.

This is also the reason why Clay chose this basement. If it is on the Sea God Tower, don't underestimate the distance that human roars can travel in that ring-shaped building.

"Hold on to Krissen, this is the technology of ancient Valyria. Get over it, and you will become a powerful warrior of the ancient Valyrian Empire just like me."

Under the guidance of the system, Clay's magic power was transformed into a stable spell, which echoed on Krissen's body over and over again.

He didn't know if Krissen could hear his words of encouragement, but it was better than nothing.

But the next moment, he dispelled this doubt, because he saw an ugly smile on Krissen's hideous and distorted face, and he heard:

"I can still... hold on... my lord!"

Saying every word is a huge consumption for Chrisson, and accompanied by the sound of breathing like pulling a bellows, Krissen expressed his attitude with great difficulty.

After Clay finished talking about the situation, he expected that it would be very painful. In the previous training, his arm was cut open by a comrade who was also a personal guard. He thought the pain was the limit.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the three bottles of potions given by Master Clay entered his throat, the pain that almost shattered the limit of his endurance came from his stomach, and spread to his whole body in just a few breaths.

In a trance, he was thinking, how did Lord Clay persist in such pain?

There is no progress bar for this kind of thing, the pain makes all the cells in my body groan and tremble, and it is endless, I don't know when it will end.

From Clay's perspective, Krissen was now sweating profusely, almost as if he had been fished out of the water, his clothes clinging to him because they were all wet.

He didn't touch Krissen's skin, but sight and smell told him that it must be sticky and foul-smelling, exactly the same as his original self.

Now Krissen is not as manic as before, and has become calm, as if asleep, but this does not make Clay feel relaxed, because it does not mean that the pain is over.

Rather, it was because the pain had exhausted the struggling Krissen, which was even more dangerous.

"Hey, I am different from others. The system really saved my life back then."

Clay cursed secretly, feeling emotional, if there was no system to directly output magic power in his body, his life must have been confessed to the godswood in Winterfell, it was really a fluke.

Taking out the gauze prepared in the cabinet, Clay wiped off Krissen's nosebleed. The destruction of the body can happen anywhere, and such a broken capillary is a small scene.

He freed a hand to feel the pulse on his hot neck. Fortunately, although it was rapid, it was strong and powerful.

After all, such a long period of training coupled with the intake of high-nutrition food provided his body with a certain reserve.

If it was an ordinary farmer with a sallow complexion, he might die of organ failure as soon as he drank the potion. The worse the health, the greater the risk.

The output of magic power is stable, and the speed of consumption is expected, but I don't know how long this process will last.

Clay had a hunch that this would be longer than the one night he needed to complete the mutation, and he was not sure how long it would be.

"As my first experiment to expand the Demon Hunter Legion, you must persevere..."

Clay talked softly to himself. In the small basement, there was only the occasional sound of Clay changing his standing position, and the occasional sound of Clayson twitching and pulling the iron frame. Other than that, there was complete silence.

Clay has long explained that unless he comes out by himself, no one is allowed to enter this door. This order is valid for everyone in Baigang except the old man.

And the rest is a long game between Clay's magic and Krissen's body.

……

It seemed that he had had an incomparably blurred long dream. When Krissen opened his eyes again, he didn't realize where he was for a moment.

In the dream, he saw his past, the boy holding a pair of rusty armor, walking hard in the rainy White Harbor.

And he seemed to see his future again. It was a night, but everything in the night was very clear to him. He was wearing solid armor and sneaked towards the warehouse full of grain. Full of flags.

Don't ask why you're sure it's the granary, he just knows.

He seemed to have a special power. When he was discovered by the guards, Krissen suddenly made a gesture he didn't recognize.

The green rune flashed past, and the guard continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen him.

After that, the granary was on fire, and he was like a ghost in the dark night, coming and going invisible, and no one knew his existence.

When the dream ended, he suddenly realized what was drawn on that flag.

It was a golden roaring lion!

The next second, the dream was shattered, and he heard a tired voice:

"you're awake."

Not a question, but a statement.

His eyes blinked up and down in confusion, and after half a minute, he finally remembered where he was and who he was talking to.

He jumped up from the iron frame bed that had been loosened, and in his sight, Master Clay, who was reclining in a chair and chewing bread to recover his strength, was dotted with countless candlelights.

Krissen fell off the iron frame bed, but as soon as he landed, he fell to the ground. Seeing this scene, Clay laughed and said:

"Be careful yourself, you still need to adapt to your mutated body."

mutation?

Krissen suddenly remembered why he was lying on the iron frame bed. He looked at his body carefully, and instantly felt the unusual strength in that body.

Raising his head in astonishment, he looked at the master who gave him this power in disbelief, speechless in a daze.

At this time, he heard Clay's voice:
"Congratulations, now, you are my compatriot..."

(End of this chapter)