Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

The blood in Jon Snow's body was about to freeze.

His expression was indescribable, a little frightened, a little solemn, and a little unbelievable.

Because, in front of him, a pit appeared in the bulging belly of this black plant.

It didn't have the vine texture Jon Snow had imagined.

But... a black and red flesh and blood substance.

This was scary enough in itself, but when he saw two things growing out of the flesh and blood tissue, they looked like blood vessels and were wrapped in vine-like things.

Only then did he really realize that he was actually afraid.

Something black and red, that seemed to be pulsing gently, tightly wrapped around a gray direwolf and a pitch-black crow.

Those things...

From their mouths, nostrils, and various parts of their bodies, it was penetrated into their bodies fiercely.

This extremely weird scene looks weird and dangerous under this huge vine that is full of fragrant plants.

Jon Snow subconsciously let out a low cry and took a few steps back. Unexpectedly, he was knocked down by the slippery dead leaves on the ground and sat down on the ground.

He suddenly pulled out the short stick from his waist and pointed directly at the thing he never wanted to see again.

The warrior's instinct told him that this place was extremely dangerous.

However, after waiting for a long time, no attack as he imagined appeared.

In the entire underground space, there was only the low and rapid breathing of Jon Snow, and the inaudible but real pulsing sound.

What was left was the strange murmur that came from nowhere and seemed to tear open Jon Snow's eardrums and penetrate directly into his brain.

"help me……"

"Tell Clay Mandler they're coming..."

"The second wave of ice in the wind and snow is not yet... the time to open the door."

"Time is running out……"

Gritting his teeth and standing up, Jon Snow's strange sense of honor did not allow him to be so embarrassed.

If anyone in Castle Black saw this, they would laugh at him until he froze to death in bed.

Jon thought.

He forced himself to muster up the courage, and with great perseverance, he set his sights on the mass again.

Jon Snow heard clearly that among the intermittent murmurs, only the name Clay Mandler was real.

And he couldn't understand the rest of the words.

But at least, being able to call Clay Mandler's name was within the scope of his understanding.

If it turned into an obscure voice, Jon Snow would be helpless.

He wanted to know right now what was going on when the voice called him over and called out Clay's name.

Also, what is that... thing?

Jon Snow swallowed hard and took a deep breath of air that no longer tasted sweet to him.

Walked over.

…

Clay, who didn't know what was happening in the north, was riding towards Harrenhal.

It is not an easy journey from Stonehedge to Harrenhal.

Moreover, their current goal is not Harrenhal, but to find a way to catch up and bite Yon Royce's ass.

After all, a defeated army that has lost its fighting spirit is a good time to beat up the lost dog.

If you don't take action now, there won't be any good opportunities later.

Clay's army separated the cavalry and infantry, and used the cavalry to intercept the army's way back east. After the infantry army arrived, a battle could be launched.

However, due to the heavy dark clouds that shrouded the entire central part of Westeros some time ago, the entire riverland was an out-and-out rotten land.

Marching on bad ground makes it impossible to get up quickly, and it consumes a lot of physical energy on the horses and people.

The horse had to exert great effort to dig its hooves out of the mud.

The same is true for people. There are no completely water-proof materials these days. One foot is deep and the other is shallow, and the top of the foot will soon start to itch.

Presumably, the situation on Yon Royce's side is similar to mine.

Clay said this when talking to his generals.

This morning, Clay mounted his horse. Not long after the army set out, Clay suddenly felt a little panicked for no reason.

An inexplicable feeling of anger flooded into his mind.

He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized what this feeling was about.

This is the emotion conveyed to me by my own dragon Galesos!

Clay's bond with this dragon is much deeper than Daenerys's bond with Drogon, who she just rode on not long ago.

What Galesos is thinking can be understood if Clay comes into contact with it.

Although one person and one dragon are now very far away, Clay can still detect Galesos' extremely strong emotions.

The reason why I didn't say it before was because Clay was too lazy to say it.

Apart from eating every day, eating all kinds of food, and then the pleasure brought by bullying Drogon, Clay really couldn't describe the life this dragon lived in Dorne.

He was wrestling in the bloody water in the north, while he lay down on the warm meadow and slept.

Can't think of it, this comparison makes my liver hurt.

But now, this sudden feeling of anger, mixed with a trace of pain, made Clay understand that Galesos must be fighting something.

Clay thought it was human.

Before she left, Daenerys's three little dragons were not enough to cause Galesos to have such a big reaction.

The three of them together are no match for Galesos, let alone the three brothers, Drogon is fierce, Rhaegomang, and Viserion is a coward.

Moreover, the three brothers have been quarreling with each other since childhood, and there is no time to join forces to attack.

Galesos has already subdued the three of them, and there is no possibility of resisting with his life.

Therefore, if it is not a dragon, it can only be a human.

And being hurt, Clay said from his heart, even if Galesos crawls underground, you can't cut through its thick dragon scales even if you cut hard.

For no reason, Clay thought of the Night King, the Olympic champion of Westeros. To be precise, he thought of the javelin in his hand.

The so-called "powerful flying brick" means the most powerful one. This kind of spear is a weapon for slaying dragons.

Who did Galesos get into?

Did it go to someone's house and burn it down?

Shouldn't it be in Dorne?

A series of questions popped up in Clay's mind.

He knew that Galesos was probably slightly injured now, because ninety-nine percent of its emotions were anger, and only a tiny bit was pain.

This is not a big problem.

As a well-established nobleman, Clay knew very well how expensive these days' city defense crossbows were.

From the wood used to make the city defense crossbow, to the machine spring inside, and those heavy iron crossbow arrows, it is not something that a small noble can play with.

At most, it looks like a whole door is installed on one's own castle. Most of the city defense crossbows in Westeros have never been fired from the time they were built until they were rusted to death and rendered ineffective.

Galesos was so unlucky to receive an arrow that his teeth were stuck when he drank cold water, and his heels were hit when he farted. According to Clay's understanding of his dragon, by now, those city-defending crossbows must have been Burnt to ashes.

Clay touched his chin. This could not happen in Dorne, so it could only happen in the Stormlands or the River Bend, which is connected to Dorne.

I don’t know which dragon without eyes would dare to shoot my dragon?

What kind of new way of seeking death is this?

I'm busy in the north, and I don't have time to pay attention to you guys now. When grandpa and I return to Dorne, I will let you fully understand what the true dragon's wrath is!

I have to find a way to contact Daenerys.

Clay thought.

He had to ask this woman what she thought of home?

The current established strategy is to let Renly and Stannis go dog-eat-dog. Why are you sneaking into someone's backyard and setting fire to it?

What if this makes the two stags stop fighting the cow and turn against us?

Do you think you don’t have enough things to do in the north?

Make it more difficult for yourself, right?

…

Jon Snow finally came to the feet of the vine again, his eyes tightly locked on the two masses in the center, and he refused to move away.

This time, he could clearly see the whole picture of these two groups of things.

But then, he discovered something else that shocked him.

For example, the silver-gray wolf cub is undoubtedly a direwolf, Jon Snow can be sure.

But the question is, why does this direwolf look so familiar to him?

this is not……

Bran's summer?

Jon Snow rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was hallucinating.

But unfortunately, the guy in front of him who was entangled by strange things and with a look of pain on his wolf face was really Bran's direwolf Summer, and he seemed to be still alive, but he couldn't wake up.

On the other side, the pitch-black crow that most people in the north hate, looks fine, and is just a bit bigger than the average crow.

But the problem is, it's on its forehead.

Jon Xunno saw three eyes.

Also as dark as ink.

But he opened his eyes very wide.

However, black-red plasma oozed from the sockets of the three eyes.

It dripped from the dark crow's feathers and landed on the strange flesh-like base underneath, where it was quickly absorbed.

Jon Snow heard it clearly, the seemingly sourceless murmur, and as he approached the Vineman, the volume increased slightly.

In other words, the sound comes from the two masses in front of you.

Jon Snow's palms were shaking.

In his more than ten years of life, he had never seen such a scene, not even in his deepest nightmares.

But now, he must make a choice.

The bastard of Winterfell leaned down, holding back his fear and uneasiness, and put his ears near the two lumps of flesh that made him almost sick.

He had to figure out who was making the sound.

The only name he could understand was Clay Mandler, and that was the most crucial piece of information.

The people of the North believe in the Old Gods, and so does Jon Snow.

For everything in front of him, except that it was related to God, he could not find another explanation that could convince him.

After carefully collecting every syllable whispered in his ears, Jon Snow suddenly turned his head.

Because, he has determined that this sound comes from the slightly open short beak of this dark crow.

However, just when he turned his head to take a closer look at this guy.

The three bleeding eyes moved at the same time, and then looked at him at the same time.

In an instant, the hair all over Jon Snow's body exploded.

This thing...is alive!

Then, he heard another sentence:

He said:

"Tell Clay Manderly everything here and he will understand."

"Remember, we must remind him that we don't have time..."