Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system - Chapter 349

c342 Reinforcements arrive, the root of the Great Wall

Clay arrived at Winterfell and after realizing the problem, he immediately gave orders to the Twins.

Lord Jon Umber took eight thousand elites who had experienced the war and began to march north under the starry night.

When Castle Black was being attacked by the Wild Hunt army, Jon Umber’s leading cavalry had already passed Severn City.

The Severn family’s fortress is only half a day’s journey from Winterfell.

However, it was already night when they arrived at Severn City. At night in the north, especially when winter was approaching, the best option was to camp where they were and wait for the sun the next day.

Because the snowfield at night will unknowingly swallow up many lives that try to conquer it.

Whether it’s a person or something else.

The reason why Clay called Jon Amber over was because the Amber family was lucky enough to transfer their female relatives in advance, and then only one “Crowfood” Morse died in the war with the Wild Hunt.

Compared to Kahor City, where the group was wiped out, Clay was worried about bringing back Count Karstark, and sometimes he was blinded by hatred, which was a taboo on the battlefield.

Therefore, Jon Amber is the most suitable candidate.

He has a hatred for destroying his family, but he won’t immediately become red-eyed and lose his mind.

There are many people who can fight in the northern riverlands, but he is indeed the only one who is most suitable.

In the letter, Clay told the earl about the fall of the Last Hearth.

There is no need to keep hiding it from him, he will know it sooner or later anyway.

Jon Amber, who saw the contents of the letter, was of course very anxious.

These days, the castle territory is the lifeblood of a noble.

Without these things, don’t say you are an earl or duke.

You are a king, and I am afraid that in the eyes of others, you are not even as good as a beggar.

At dawn the next day, the impatient Lord Jon Umber rushed directly towards Winterfell with a thousand cavalry.

Leaving the remaining 7,000 infantrymen hanging behind, they slowly moved toward their destination.

At noon, Clay saw the last Earl of Hearth City who was covered in snowflakes and had frozen ice on his beard. He looked a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be so anxious, Lord Umber. I haven’t seen you like this at Harrenhal.”

In the hall of Winterfell, Clay pointed to the seat next to him and motioned to Jon Umber not to be so anxious.

Although, he could understand the count’s mood very well.

“Your Majesty, what is going on here?”

Jon Amber’s mentality has been on the verge of exploding along the way.

It was hard for him to imagine that the war in the south was going well.

The current situation on the front line is also very good.

Now that the valley has been calmed down, the next step should be to go south into the royal territory and plant the flags of Clay Manderly and Daenerys Targaryen on the top of King’s Landing.

Otherwise, we can march westward and completely eradicate the old lion. Whether it is killing him or sending him to the Great Wall to freeze, we can solve the problem of the western border once and for all.

Just as he was daydreaming, an order came out for him to lead his army back to the north immediately.

more importantly.

It said above.

His home is gone.

Yes, that’s right, gone!

Jon Umber admitted that he was used to the storm.

When he saw the contents of the letter, he was still stunned for two minutes.

I really can’t believe what I said above.

He couldn’t figure it out even if he tried hard.

In that part of the north, who else is capable of knocking down his last Hearth City?

“This is a very complex issue.”

Clay knew that he had to explain the problems clearly to a person who was completely unprepared.

I’m afraid, it won’t end in a short while.

He didn’t want to use his own perspective to deal with this matter.

Because it was possible that something might happen that he subconsciously thought was common sense, but to the people of Westeros it was subversive.

Jon Umber needed to know, and he was sure Brynden Rivers would be happy to tell him.

After all, everything happening now is actually wiping the Three-Eyed Crow’s butt in theory.

So, he said to Jon Amber, who looked a little confused:

“Don’t ask me about these things first. Bran Stark will explain them clearly to you later.”

“I’m just telling you now that your family is fine. Castle, I promise you here, will help you get it back. No one can care about the Amber family’s legacy.”

“Lord Earl, I know you are impatient, so you can go find Lord Bran Stark now.”

“Now that you know what you should know, sir, you have to be clear. I asked you to come to the north to fight. Do you hear me clearly?”

Jon Umber heard that his family was okay, and the king promised him face to face that he would help him restore the land and castle of the Umber family.

This relaxed him a bit.

After all, there have been many times in the history of Westeros.

The nobles lost their land because they did not get it back by themselves.

You will find that the king or duke rewarded this land.

And this is actually tacitly allowed in the rules of the nobility.

As long as others don’t jump out and object.

Therefore, Clay’s words were a reassurance for Jon Amber.

The king recognized the Amber family’s undisputed sovereignty over that land.

This reassured Jon Amber a lot.

Jon Umber left, leaving Clay alone.

Sitting in the chair, Clay began to think about the current situation.

When the reinforcements arrive, the counterattack must be carried out. The Great Wall should not fall immediately.

I still have time.

Let’s go back and ask about the operating mechanism of the Great Wall to block the White Walkers.

If it is still related to the power of the old gods, then the Great Wall must be defended.

On the other hand, if the magic of the Great Wall is its own system.

So, if the Great Wall node is lost, it is lost, so what does it matter?

As long as they don’t disagree and send the dragon angrily, everything will be over.

Brynden Rivers had told himself before that he had a way to re-designate a weirwood tree as a new node.

But since there is an upper limit to his magic power reserve, he can relight up to one node at a time.

The rest will have to wait until his magic power recovers.

In other words, the cooling is not improving.

This is good news. In the current northern border, we have lost Kaho City, the last two nodes of Hearth City, and the Great Wall node may not be able to be defended.

As long as there is a way to light it up again, then it makes sense to take the initiative on our side.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to defend it even if you defeat it.

Wild Hunt’s teleportation magic is a very unconventional existence for the current army.

There is no good way to restrain it.

If you want to go to war with the Wild Hunt with this thing, it means that your side must bear the consequences of being attacked all the time and never having peace.

Then there’s the problem of the South.

This morning, Clay received a letter from Daenerys from the Twins.

Ask yourself above about Dorne’s arrangements.

Daenerys told him that Dorne could no longer restrain its desire to attack.

Moreover, Prince Doran and Prince Oberon Martell, who returned to Dorne, all meant this.

In other words, this can be seen as the collective will of all of Dorne.

This cannot be dealt with as a normal matter.

Clay understood what Daenerys meant by her letter.

This is asking myself how to deal with Dorne.

Moreover, Daenerys also wrote to tell herself that there seemed to be something wrong with King’s Landing, and it was now an empty city that no one occupied.

For unknown reasons, Stannis abandoned the castle and fled back to Dragonstone, his ravaged home.

What Daenerys means is that if Clay agrees to Dorne moving, then they might as well let them have a collision with the Stormlands.

Prevent Renly Baratheon from seizing King’s Landing while the king is without a master, and causing trouble.

Perhaps the entire Seven Kingdoms, that is, Clay, no longer considers that smelly city sacred.

in his mind.

The emperor is the one who has strong soldiers and horses.

Power comes from the barrel of a gun.

He has soldiers and generals in his hands, and four giant dragons are flying in the sky.

This is the cornerstone of power.

A city made of bricks and stones, and an iron chair that is too big for your buttocks, can it represent power?

It can’t be.

Therefore, since he officially came from behind the scenes to the stage, he has never been in a hurry to capture King’s Landing.

Otherwise, how could it have been Stannis’ turn to stay in that city for so long?

I’ve already given it to him.

Now, Dorn couldn’t help it any longer. If he wanted to start messing around, he could just follow their wishes and move.

After Clay figured it out, an order was sent to Twin River City:

“High-speed Doran Martell, let him take his Sunspear main force and bite Renly’s ass for me.”

“The Unsullied watch over the Reach and make sure the Roses don’t go crazy and continue to be Renly’s loyal subjects.”

Submissions between the two places do not take much time.

When Daenerys saw Clay’s order, she knew that the strange peace in the south was about to be broken.

Since it was Clay’s will, she had no objection because she knew that her husband knew exactly what she was doing every step of the way.

So, Clay’s order, after being transferred through the Twins, began to be sent to Sunspear City in Dorne.

The order arrives, and it’s time for war between Dorne and the Stormlands.

…

Jon Umber returns from Bran Stark.

When he saw Clay again, he still had that strange expression of disbelief on his face.

After all, whoever heard that his fortress was captured by the cold god’s servants was something out of a childhood bedtime story.

They all have this expression of seeing a ghost.

Knowing that Clay was waiting for him to speak.

Jon Amber smiled awkwardly.

He understood why the king didn’t tell him directly about these things.

Because, this is really unbelievable.

“Your Majesty…how should we deal with those…servants of the Cold God?”

When Jon Amber asked this question, he was quite helpless.

Because he has a strange disconnected feeling that sounds like nonsense, but everyone knows it is the truth.

“Fight as you should, and they will know when you meet them.”

“To put it bluntly, they are just ordinary people with some other powers. You can understand them this way.”

Jon Amber asked:

“Your Majesty… have you… seen them?”

Clay shook his head and did not answer the question.

“Okay, let’s reorganize the army. Let’s talk to the soldiers in advance about the enemies we will face. You know what to say.”

Jon Amber knew what Clay meant, and they were relatively more accepting of these things.

But for ordinary soldiers, this is not the case.

God, for them, is a word that is out of reach, yet extremely reverent.

Therefore, when seeing these enemies who are different from ordinary armies, how can soldiers not be afraid and not let their guard down on the battlefield?

It’s a very serious problem.

Therefore, vaccination in advance must be taken, otherwise, big problems will occur on the battlefield.

Jon Umber understands this.

“I understand, Your Majesty, I will go now.”

Jon Amber bowed and prepared to leave for the military camp.

He is the leading noble, so he should stay in the military camp.

When he was about to go out, he heard Clay Mandler’s voice:

“Don’t feel so much pressure. It’s not you who is responsible for this war.”

“it’s me.”

Clay said.

…

“Do you need to talk about the Great Wall?”

Clay asked Brynden Rivers, who was standing on the terrace with a snowflake on his forehead, wondering what he was thinking.

This man has been standing here for quite some time.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

As far as Winterfell is concerned, in addition to being able to communicate normally with His Majesty, the current Lord Bran Stark, the rest of the people look like they owe him tens of thousands of gold dragons.

Compared with his father, Eddard Stark, who was approachable and approachable, he was completely different, and it seemed that he was not his biological son.

Everyone in the castle holds this view.

It’s just that no one dared to tell it in front of Bran Stark.

Hearing Clay’s voice, Brynden Rivers, who was controlling a pitch-black crow circling back and forth outside the Great Wall node, came back to his senses and withdrew his consciousness.

He can ignore others, but this one can kill him at any time. In every sense, he doesn’t dare to neglect it at all.

“What do you want to ask?”

He frowned and sat down in the chair, poured himself a glass of strong liquor that was ice-cold to the bone, and drank it all in one gulp.

The Three-Eyed Raven has recently become obsessed with the contents of the cup.

Trapped in that broken tree hole for a hundred years, the once dashing Duke Blood Crow has now returned to the human world.

Memories are evoked in the mind.

Wine is naturally the taste in memory.

“The Great Wall, its relationship with you, or in other words, with the old gods.”

On the young face, there was a solemn look that was out of proportion to it.

Brynden Rivers said solemnly:

“You want to ask, is the magic power of the Great Wall of Despair a part of my old god’s lineage?”

Clay sat in the chair opposite him, poured himself a glass, and nodded:

“Yes, it seems that I can say a lot less.”

Brynden Rivers didn’t hide it:

“As you can imagine, the original purpose of building this city wall was to prevent the cold god from the north from going south.”

“The core is indeed provided by my old god lineage.”

“but……”

The three-eyed crow changed the subject and continued:

“There are also servants of R’hllor involved in this.”

“The power of the Old God and the power of the Cold God are just incompatible, but they are not against each other.”

“And in order to completely isolate the possibility of the Cold God’s servants crossing the Great Wall.”

“The burning magic of R’hllor flows beneath the foundations of the Wall.”

“In this way, we can ensure that the servants of the Cold God will never be able to jump over this city wall, unless they want to be invaded by R’hllor’s magic power and collapse themselves.”

The three-eyed crow looked at Clay and whispered:

“I said this, do you understand?”

“Also, I want to remind you that the Great Wall is now on the brink of crisis.”