Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Clay didn't intend to reveal his identity. He wanted to see what this three-eyed crow, who was neither human nor ghost, was going to do.

At least now Clay can be sure that it was definitely not an accident when Bran climbed up the ruined tower and ran into the queen and the Kingslayer's tryst.

The Three-Eyed Crow relied on the magical threads grown from the Heart Tree to guide Bran in a way that Clay could not understand.

Clay didn't remember exactly when Bran fell in the original timeline. During the period of time he stayed in the dungeon, he had no contact with the outside world and lost his sense of time.

It cannot be said that Bran climbing the wall had already happened, but his series of actions interfered with the Three-Eyed Raven's plan.

The act of extracting a large amount of magic power from the Heart Tree and tearing off the magic thread made the Three-Eyed Crow intolerable, and ended up pretending to be a ghost with him.

Clay felt that he was probably afraid of the non-existent god behind him, so he said that he was not hostile to him, but it happened that the more he thought about it, the more beneficial it would be for Clay.

"What do you want that child for?" Clay asked, imitating the other party's indifferent tone.

The Three-Eyed Crow didn't answer Clay's question. He dragged his long black robe and slowly walked towards the iron chair covered with spikes.

He slowly stepped onto the steps, and under Clay's gaze, as if he had done it thousands of times, he sat on the Iron Throne.

Clay had to admit that this chair seemed to have extraordinary magic power, making the people standing below involuntarily feel awe.

"There is no king here." Clay's voice was cold.

"Indeed, but not important." The Three-Eyed Crow said. He gripped the armrest of the Iron Throne tightly, and the sharp blade cut open his palm, and light green blood flowed out, but he didn't care.

"I want to make a deal with you, Agent of Ability God." His voice suddenly became louder.

"Oh?" Clay was curious about what he would say.

"I will use my power to send you to sit on this throne. The condition is that after you become king, the north will be allowed to be independent."

Clay's mind was filled with questions, and he almost suspected that he had heard wrong. For a moment, he thought that this person had eaten too many weirwoods before he came, and his head was not clear.

How many masters do you have? What ability do you have? How dare you brag like this? Why didn’t I know you were so awesome?

After holding it in for a long time, Clay still said:

"I don't think I can pull the Iron Throne out from under Robert Baratheon without you here."

"The current stag is indeed strong and has sharp antlers, but the gods did not give him a young deer to inherit."

When he said this, the Three-Eyed Raven's tone seemed to be much distant all of a sudden, but Clay rolled his eyes in his heart. Didn't he just want to say that none of Robert's current three legitimate children were his? As for being so awesome?

"I think if you want to say something, you might as well say it directly. There's no need to argue with me here."

He frowned and chewed the meaning of Huabing's words carefully. The Three-Eyed Crow could only regard this as a word unique to the power god, but this did not prevent him from understanding what Clay meant.

"Okay, from now on, I ask that you no longer interfere with my actions regarding the Stark boy, and you can make a request to me, as long as I can do it."

Tsk, what kind of otherworldly version of the magical wishing lamp? Clay shook his head and decided to mention something a bit outrageous.

"That's it. Then I ask you to find me a dragon egg and tell me a way to hatch it. Can you do it?"

Clay looked carefully at the face that was no different from driftwood, trying to see what the ugly face looked like. Unexpectedly, the three-eyed crow just glanced at him and nodded calmly.

"Yes, if the deal is established, I will ask the stable boy Hodor of Winterfell to bring it to you, but this will take time. You will receive my gift in White Harbor."

"...?" Clay was stunned, feeling that he had just been hasty and should have asked Him for a Gundam.

Although I was very curious in my heart, I wanted to know how he dug out a dragon egg for himself in the north, and also included an instruction manual, well... that was how to wake it up.

Clay originally thought that since he knew how to do it, why didn't he do it himself, but when he thought of his ghostly appearance, and that he was probably hiding in the cave outside the wall, he understood everything.

"You answer a question for me, and if you are satisfied, I will agree to the deal." Clay said.

The three-eyed crow nodded and waited for Clay's next words.

"Still the question just now, why is Bran so important to you? Can't you find someone else? Why does it have to be him? What is so special about him?"

Regarding this question, the Three-Eyed Crow was silent for a long time. When Clay became a little impatient, he sighed quietly and said with a wry smile:

"He is the best candidate. You have to know that in the entire Westeros, only the blood of wolves and dragons is special. Some of them are the best carriers."

"North of the Great Wall, the Cold God's footsteps are approaching step by step, constantly compressing the space of living people, while east of the Narrow Sea, R'hllor's blazing light never wants to ignite the entire Westeros."

"Like you, I am the agent of the gods, but as you can see, my body is almost rotten. Bran, he is my best successor and the best agent of my lord. "

After pondering these extremely informative words, Clay asked:

"So, you invited me and even wanted to help me because the power in me does not belong to the God of Cold, nor does it belong to the King of Light, R'hllor?"

"You have ambitions for Westeros, and that's enough."

"Aren't you worried about the gods behind me...well, taking away your territory or beliefs?"

"It doesn't matter. As I told you at the beginning, the north is independent. Our Lord doesn't mind if you and the gods behind you occupy the south, because R'hllor's power can no longer expand, otherwise the entire world will be unbalanced."

"Aren't there still seven gods?"

"In my Lord's words, those are seven guys who can't even stabilize themselves. It's impossible to expect them to resist R'hllor."

In the empty throne room, Clay could only hear his own breathing. These simple words made the storm roar in Clay's head.

I originally thought that gods were mascots in the world of ice and fire. Unexpectedly, the Three-Eyed Crow appeared today to give his explanation, and Clay realized that there was something behind this.

After thinking about it, Clay felt that he could only believe half of what the Three-Eyed Crow said, and he would probably be deceived if he believed it all.

Moreover, it is impossible for him to agree to all the conditions of the Three-Eyed Crow. If he really agrees, wouldn't his plan to create an army of demon hunters go bankrupt?

Pretending to hesitate for a long time, Clay sighed:

"Your terms are very good, but I can't fully agree."

The Three-Eyed Crow frowned again.

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