Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system - Chapter 352

c345 Chaos in the Stormlands, landing

Alliser Thorne lasted until Clay came to him.

There is no drama about dying without saying anything.

“Clay Mandler?”

Alliser Thorne leaned against a half-collapsed wall, trying to raise her head and look at the tall figure who came to him.

The people nearby wanted to remind the night watchman.

The person in front of you is the king of the seven kingdoms and should not be treated lightly.

But Clay waved his hand to stop what they were saying.

Although I haven’t seen it.

But obviously, Clay was deeply impressed by this guy named Alliser Thorne.

“Ser Alliser Thorne, this does not seem to be Castle Black.”

“Could it be that Commander-in-Chief Mormont asked you to garrison in these ruins?”

Clay asked.

With his body covered in frozen blood and ice, Alliser Thorne had no strength at all.

But when he heard Clay say this, he suddenly tried hard to hold on.

He understood the unspoken part of Clay’s words.

This is to question whether their purpose is to desert the Night’s Watch who abandoned the Legion.

This is something Alliser Thorne will never tolerate.

When he came to the Great Wall, nothing was left.

The only thing he clung to was that illusory sense of honor.

Now, this king of medicine who came from afar denies his honor,

This made his anger surge up all at once.

“Clay Mandler!”

At the slightest movement, the frozen wound opened.

The smell of blood was captured by Clay’s keen senses.

This man is hopeless.

He knew it in his heart.

“I don’t have time to listen to your excuses. Now tell me why you are here. Otherwise, you will die and you will be a deserter here.”

Clay’s tone was cold.

“you!”

Alliser Thorne suddenly realized that the man in front of him was a king.

Moreover, he is a king who knows very well what his power can do.

Robert Baratheon and Aerys Targaryen did this very poorly.

You know what your situation is.

Living has become a luxury.

The reputation behind his death is actually in the hands of this person.

After all, from now on, the entire Seven Kingdoms will belong to him, and what he wants to do with himself will be up to him, right?

Thinking of this, Alliser Thorne’s desire to fight became much lighter.

“Ahem… Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont sent us to tell you that he has decided to leave Castle Black with his remaining brothers and go to the Nightfort for temporary refuge.”

“Unfortunately, we were discovered by those bastards before we got very far south.”

“There were so many of them that we were being hunted all the time.”

Alliser Thorne seemed unwilling to recall her previous experience, and the expression on her face was painful.

“We fled all the way south, but were ambushed outside Mole Village. The hounds… tore the bellies of our horses.”

Clay nodded. He knew very well what tactics those wild hunting dogs would use to deal with the light cavalry.

Hiding in the snow, suddenly springing out.

Hang your body on the horse.

The sharp fangs and four claws can cut open the soft belly of the war horse with just one move.

Then, the war horse dragging its internal organs could not run far at all.

Death will find them.

Together with the owners on their backs.

Alliser Thorne and others lost their mounts and could only escape into the ruins of Mole Village, which had been ravaged.

I hope to use this piece of construction debris to deal with the Wild Hunt’s army.

“Clay Manderly, that’s all. They should have knocked down the tree and are under Castle Black by now.”

Alliser Thorne finished.

This passage exhausted his energy.

Clay said nothing, and no one came forward to treat him.

This is not the warm South.

Due to the massive blood loss and long-term hypothermia, even the old gods couldn’t save him.

Maybe the priests of R’hllor, Melisandre or Thoros can save him, but unfortunately, there are no guys in red robes here.

“Okay, I understand. For your remaining brothers, I will ensure that they are alive.”

Clay said.

“As for you, Ser Alliser Thorne, I presume you know your state.”

Alliser Thorne no longer had the energy to nod.

He knew what Clay meant, so he twitched the corners of his mouth and whispered:

“Come on, let me suffer less and give me a good time.”

There was no fear on the face of the Night Watch Master.

They had long known that there were very few Night’s Watch soldiers who died of natural causes on the Great Wall.

Being able to die in bed is their greatest luxury.

Now, like other warriors, he has just come to the end of his watch.

Clay unsheathed his sword without any hesitation.

A dull sound, the disappearance of a life.

Alliser Thorne, this guy who is not a good person, finally deserves his status as a member of the Night’s Watch.

Clay believed him. He didn’t mean to be a deserter.

It was just bad luck that the Wild Hunt hunted him until he died.

After a moment of silence, Clay ordered:

“Burn the body. Find someone to send his sword back to the Thorne family.”

Jon Amber, who was standing next to him, picked up the blood-stained sword, nodded, and said nothing.

The people in the north have always had a good impression of the Night’s Watch.

Seeing them die in front of you is similar to seeing one of your own disappear.

Clay waited for a while, looked at the once relatively inhabited Mole Village, and shook his head.

Turning around and returning to his horse, Clay said:

“Come on everyone, let’s go to the Great Wall.”

Everyone immediately returned to their places.

When Clay entered the area, he could already feel that the Old God’s magic power on the Great Wall was getting weaker and weaker.

Obviously, the wild hunting demolition team was working hard.

What we have to do now is to get there as soon as possible.

If you dare to start construction at will without obtaining local support, this is called forced demolition.

Clay couldn’t stand this kind of behavior.

He wanted to see if the Wild Hunt army dared to take down the nodes of the Black Castle despite his own offensive of 8,000 men.

When the army is assembled, it resumes its marching formation.

Clay ordered:

“Frontguard Cavalry, follow me!”

“Following infantry, maintain your formation and advance slowly. Jon Amber is your commander!”

Finally, the Earl of Hearth City became a little anxious when he heard that Clay was going to lead the troops himself.

He suggested:

“Your Majesty, let me lead the cavalry first.”

Clay gave him a sideways look and said, “It’s okay if I leave it to you, but can you sense where the Black Castle node is?”

He raised his palms and refused:

“Okay, no need to talk nonsense, I just have my reasons for doing this.”

“Bring your troops together, and remember not to expose any flaws. You know exactly what your opponent will do.”

“I’ll go first, you follow us and follow us as soon as possible.”

Seeing Clay’s insistence, Jon Amber could only nod:

“Yes, Your Majesty, please be careful.”

Without saying anything more, Clay mounted his horse and led the cavalry toward the north.

It’s only half a day’s journey from Castle Black.

Go to the weirwood node to put out the fire first, and then find a way to leave more Wild Hunt soldiers behind.

…

Stormlands

Storm’s End

King Renly Baratheon wears a green cloak with a fur collar.

This king has grown a full beard and is trying his best to look more mature.

Now he is anxiously walking around his castle.

Originally, after the failure in the Battle of King’s Landing, he was depressed for a while.

After this period of cultivation, I managed to regain some confidence.

After all, in comparison, whether it is Tywin Lannister, his brother Stannis, or the traitors in Highgarden, they are all cowards who stick to their own territory and dare not do anything.

Looking at it this way, staying at Storm’s End every day is not a bad thing.

However, good times never last long.

Just a month ago, he suddenly received a message from a guy who called himself Aegon Targaryen and was recruiting troops in Essos.

Just by looking at this last name, you know what this Targaryen is going to do out of nowhere.

Renly believes that Daenerys Targaryen in the north is the true Dragon King.

But this Aegon Targaryen…he was skeptical.

How can there be so many dragon kings in the world?

Moreover, he knew Tywin Lannister’s character very well. He was definitely a man who got things done.

There was so much bloodshed in King’s Landing back then, how could any Targaryen blood descendants escape from that city.

This Aegon Targaryen, there is no news that he can control the dragon.

So, Renly didn’t believe it.

But this guy, whom he didn’t believe at all, actually sent something equivalent to a declaration of war to him not long after.

“In the name of Aegon VI Targaryen, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, and Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, demanding the false king, Renly Baratheon immediately laid down his crown and knelt in surrender. .”

“Otherwise, the dragon’s wrath will descend on the betrayers.”

The words were harsh and there was no room for negotiation.

But Renly also knew very well that as long as he was king, there would be no possibility of reconciliation between them.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten into a fight with his own brother.

He immediately ordered the coastal castles throughout the Stormlands to be fortified.

The Stormland Navy, which was Lord Tarth’s original fleet, was responsible for the incident that caused Renly Baratheon to miss the Iron Throne.

By now, it was no longer of any use to Renly.

They did not defect to the Dornishmen in the south.

The pride of the Stormlands remains.

But they don’t listen to Renly either.

It is actually independent of the Stormlands and Dorne.

Because apart from them, Renly didn’t have a fleet.

Therefore, it can only be left to them.

But now, the thousands of miles of coastline has become Renly’s biggest weakness.

He couldn’t tell where Aegon Targaryen’s army would land from.

From Stonehelm in the south?

Or Yuwu City to the east?

Or come directly to Storm’s End where he is?

These are possible.

Soon, he knew the answer.

Along with another piece of bad news.

“Your Majesty, Blackport City… Blackport City is lost!”

Renly could still remember the scene.

Because it is always in a state of war, some nobles from the Stormlands always stay at Storm’s End Castle.

At that time, he was discussing the current situation with Lister Morrigan, Earl of Crow’s Nest Castle.

As a result, the guard brought the bad news directly to him.

“What did you say? Blackport City is lost!”

Renly and Lord Lister Morrigan stood together.

My own territory is clear to my family.

It was the gateway to the Stormlands that blocked Dorne’s eastward march.

Of course they knew that Dorne was taking action, but they never expected it to happen so quickly.

It turned out that they were planning to use the strong walls of Blackport City to hold back the Dornish army.

Renly gathers troops at Storm’s End.

The army rushed to the Midsummer Hall.

Waiting for the Dornish army to run out of energy under the Black Harbor City, he pounced on them with all his strength.

Defeat the Dornishmen who attempted to invade their land.

If possible, the boundaries between the two sides should also be changed to be more conducive to one’s own defense.

Renly didn’t even think about taking Dorne.

Only the Iron Throne that unified the Seven Kingdoms has that energy.

As long as these Dornish people don’t cause trouble for themselves.

However, he never imagined that Blackport City, which had easily resisted the Dornish attack in the past few hundred years, would fall like this.

It cannot be said that it fell.

Because soon after, more accurate news came.

Beric Dondarrion, Lord of Blackhaven, decides who owns the castle through a contest.

He was defeated by Oberon Martell.

At this point, Blackport City has completed its change of ownership, and no one has objected yet.

After hearing the news, Renly flipped the table angrily.

“Stupid! Pedantic! Go to the seven hells!”

Renly roared angrily.

Lord Lister Morrigan knew Renly was scolding Beric Dondarrion.

From his point of view, he really deserves to be scolded.

But the question is, can swearing solve the problem?

Wait patiently for Renly to finish venting and turning the originally exquisite room into a mess.

Only then did the Earl of Crow’s Nest warn:

“Your Majesty, we should find a way to deal with it now.”

He’s not stupid enough to ask any nonsense like “What should we do?”

Tell Renly outright to get over your babyish temper and deal with the current crisis first.

Soon, several great nobles from the Stormland came to the king who exuded a strong evil aura.

When they knew what happened, they were all confused.

“Your Majesty, once Blackport City is lost, all the plans we made will be useless.”

Lord Ralph Buckler, Lord of Bronzegate, spoke to Renly.

He pointed to the map spread out on the round table and continued:

“We all know that the Summer Hall cannot be defended at all, and there is no need to defend it.”

“So, next, we must set up front-line defenses at Fort Felwood, Eagle’s Nest Castle and Crow’s Nest Castle before the Red Viper’s army arrives.”

Everyone looked at the line he drew on the map.

I felt uncomfortable in my heart.

This time, the Stormlands had to give up a quarter of their land.

Give all the mountains within the territory to the Dornish people.

“I agree with Count Ralph’s opinion. As long as we hold here and thwart the Red Viper’s attack, the long logistics line will drag down his army.”

The Earl of Crow’s Nest said loudly.

He was afraid that Renly would choose to take another step back and not send the main force to fight.

After all, his home castle was theoretically on top of Oberon Martell’s army.

Renly Baratheon is not stupid.

He knew very well what his men were thinking.

The so-called long logistics line is actually not wrong.

But the best solution to this logic is actually to defend Storm’s End Castle with its high walls.

Dorne’s lightly-armed troops lacked the ability to attack difficult targets.

However, now he also knew that he could not reject the opinions of his vassals.

After all, he is not a strong king.

Just as he was about to agree, the door of the conference room opened with a bang again.

“Your Majesty…the troops carrying the red dragon flag on a black background have landed from the Eagle’s Nest Castle! The Eagle’s Nest Castle is in emergency!”

Renly’s vision darkened.

Aegon Targaryen is here!