Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 87 The role on the battlefield
As the core of the intelligence system of the entire White Harbor, even if the commander of the White Sea Guard is not in White Harbor, it is still playing its role.

A piece of news about the north and south of White Harbor was dismantled from the feet of the ravens, and finally summarized and organized into a logical file. During this time, it has been brought to Earl Wyman.

But after Clay came back, the command returned to him, or to the blood-red gemstone. It only recognizes the ring but not the person, it's not just a joke.

After Clay came back, he had been busy with his witcher expansion plan, and he really didn't care too much about it, but after completing the first witcher, Clay finally had time to deal with the wolf den.

Originally, Clay planned to go alone, but after thinking about it, he decided to call Krissen, who had already taken a bath and regained the smell acceptable to normal people.

It's not that Clay's brain is confused, and he wants to tell him about the wolf den, but just to talk to him more. The wolf den is just for him to recognize the door, and it's too early for him to get in touch with the things inside.

Riding on the horse himself, Clay waited for about 10 minutes. Krissen had changed his armor and came to him on a brown war horse.

Clay looked up and down the young demon hunter guard, and Clay smiled.

"It's not bad, looks good, is your body recovered?"

Now that he has become a demon hunter, he naturally has the basic body metabolism recovery ability. It only took half a day for him to fully display the vigor that a demon hunter should have from being unable to stand up when he woke up.

Although it is not an exaggerated method of breathing blood back, the recovery speed is also extremely impressive.

For the young master's question, Chrisson was slightly moved, with a smile on his face, and replied with some excitement:
"Okay, young master, I feel very good now. The ability you have given me makes my body recover incredibly quickly!"

Pressing his hand, Clay stopped Krissen from continuing to express his excitement, and whispered:
"Okay, okay, I get it, now you and I have this kind of power in the whole of Westeros, be careful, now is not the time to let others know."

Due to the close proximity of the horses, only two people could hear this sentence.

After being taken aback for a while, Krissen immediately realized that he was overly excited just now, and looked around vigilantly, only to find that no one was paying attention here, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Clay didn't want to continue listening to Krissen share his feelings here, so he raised his whip, pointed in the direction of the wolf den, and gave his order:
"Let's go, my personal guard, now I'm going outside the city, you follow!"

After finishing speaking, he pinched the horse's stomach with his feet, and the war horse rushed two steps away, and then ran up, quickly disappearing out of the courtyard with Clay.

Seeing that the young master had set off, Krissen immediately followed.

Clay is now completely familiar with the road from Newcastle to Wolf's Lair. After all, he has walked back and forth many times. He is not a road idiot, no matter how stupid he is, he should remember it.

Clay took Krissen out of the city. Krissen had never been to the wolf's den before, and he hadn't even heard of the wolf's den. The old man and Sir Bartimus, for the sake of the concealment of the White Sea Guard, deliberately Weakened the existence of wolf lair.

When Kristen asked Clay what he was doing in the wolf den, Clay didn't answer him.

"You still have a lot to learn, my personal guard. With such power, you might as well think about it. What should you do on the battlefield?"

Clay asked a question, which is what he wanted to tell Krissen to think about today.

"Sir, I..."

Chrissen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Clay knew this problem, and for a side branch that hadn't even entered the Sea God Tower in the past 20 years, it was really beyond the standard.

But there was no way, the huge consumption of making demon hunters made him realize that it was unrealistic for him to create an army of demon hunters that could charge head-on within two months.

Thinking about the process of the trial, he was really exhausted and couldn't do it.

Therefore, the route of the Grand Army cannot be followed, and we can only follow the refined route of special forces.

When did you see special forces gnawing trenches with large troops?
Going around, attacking, and killing the sentries are the basic operations.

In Westeros, where the level of productivity is low, if there is a flexible lower limit, then poisoning water sources, setting fire to food, and assassinating important people are all tricks that can be played.

It's true that people in the north pay attention to honor, but the premise is that the person is still there. If they are out of tune with the environment, then the sense of honor can only become a hindrance. From Ed to Rob, it is a problem.

That being the case, Clay needs to adjust the training methods for Krissen in front of him and the future demon hunters who will join them in the future, and he needs to communicate with the old man in this regard.

……

Krissen was left outside in the godswood, and Clay entered his long-lost wolf lair alone.

With a clear goal, he went straight to the tower where the White Sea Guard was.

Sitting in his commander's seat, Clay gave an order to a guard in black who rushed over:

"Gather five general managers, come here to meet me, and tell them to sort out the latest information, and I want to see it."

Fifteen minutes later, in front of Clay, all five managers were sitting, and in front of him, there were five brochures of the same specification.

The first to speak was Xue Nuo, the chief intelligence officer of the Northern Territory. He hesitated for a moment and expressed his thoughts.

"Commander, according to your request, our manpower in the north has been gathered in Winterfell. During this period of observation, Madam Catherine and Bran Stark are no different. I suggest that we withdraw some of our manpower. come out?"

"Give me a reason." Clay continued to browse the content of the intelligence summary without raising his head.

"In the northern border, there are many objects worthy of monitoring, such as..."

Snow didn't speak, but was interrupted by Clay's answer.

"Like the skinners from the Dreadfort?" Clay looked up and gave him a half-smile.

He was choked, but Snow still nodded.

"Do as I said, the current Dreadfort is not yet fully monitored, and I have my own considerations."

Clay waved his hand, signaling to end the topic.

He put down the brochure with the crowned stag in his hand, looked up at Wei Shui, who was sitting on the left, and asked a question:
"Water Master, when I came back, the Earl mentioned to me that Lord Eddard Stark in King's Landing seems to be looking for His Majesty's illegitimate son. Tell me, what's going on?"

He actually knew Eddard Stark's intention of finding the king's illegitimate son. Jon Arryn's last words were like a thread, allowing Eddard Stark, a detective, to find out the truth behind King's Landing bit by bit. .

But since Wei Shui also found out about this, he would like to know if there is any change in the current King's Landing and his own impression.

I don't know if the wind blown by my own butterfly wings has blown the skirts of the great figures in King's Landing?
(End of this chapter)