Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

The snow stopped and the killing ended.

Thick smoke covered the wasteland outside the northern gate of Harrenhal and lingered for a long time.

The layer of snow that originally covered it has now turned into water, flowing freely.

Viewed from a high altitude, every trace of darkness represents the angry fire of the dragon descending from the sky.

The plains between the rivers were burned and riddled with holes.

Clay finally stopped Daenerys, who was a little red-eyed.

Galesos gently slapped Drogon with his tail, causing him to stop in mid-air.

Daenerys saw Clay on the dragon's back far away from her, and shook her head slightly.

She gritted her teeth and could only sigh, controlling Drogon to land outside the north gate of Harrenhal.

Clay followed.

He has no concerns about his and Daenerys' safety.

With these two guys lying next to him, who is not afraid of death and can come up?

Although dragons don't like to eat people, it doesn't mean they can't eat people.

Descending from the dragon's back, Clay came to Daenerys, who was looking at the smoke-filled battlefield.

He said nothing, after all, it was not him who was seeking revenge.

The two of them just watched quietly. After a long time, Daenerys turned her head and a forced smile appeared on her delicate cheeks.

"Clay, I avenged my father and my family."

Clay nodded.

"I didn't stop you, but I want to remind you, do you really hate these guys? You have never even seen them before this."

After touching Daenerys' cheek, Clay's tone was calm:

"I'm not here to tell you whether it's wrong or right to do so. It's up to you to make your own judgment."

"I just want you to understand that all your hatred comes from what other people say about you."

"The people who followed you to Essos told you, and your brother told you that you were a Targaryen and wanted to avenge your family."

"Dani, I feel that this is not so much hatred as it is a responsibility. The responsibility of your last name."

Clay smiled and raised his hand to gently lift Daenerys's eyebrows.

"I want you to live for yourself, not for what these dead people ask you to do."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Clay pulled Daenerys into his arms.

Slowly caressing the little queen's slightly trembling back.

He knew that Daenerys was under great psychological pressure.

But there was nothing he could do.

Again, this is not his hatred... or responsibility.

He heard Daenerys' inaudible sobs.

Sighing inwardly, Clay said nothing more.

This change in thinking can only be achieved by herself.

The Dragon Queen in my memory who was finally driven crazy, in the final analysis, was that she was living in the past and couldn't get out.

Everyone told her who you should hate and why, but no one ever thought about whether she really meant it.

As time passed, even she herself was hypnotized, thinking that she was really like this.

Burn everyone who doesn't approve of her because everyone tells her that's what her ancestors were like.

This is the authority of the Targaryen royal family.

Yes, but too extreme.

By the time Daenerys arrives in Westeros, everyone she meets wants to peel a piece of her value off.

Jon Snow wants to use her to defeat the White Walkers and maintain Stark's rule in the North.

Dorne and Highgarden want to use her power to kill the Lannisters.

How much Tyrion Lannister, the so-called Hand of the Queen, is thinking about her, no one knows.

Therefore, the little queen is actually a complete loner.

Missandei, the only maid she could talk to, later died at the hands of Cersei Lannister.

All these things, if she is not crazy, who is?

It is said that when a Targaryen is born, the gods will throw a coin.

Crazy or great, that is the question.

The nobles of Westeros say this all the time.

Clay’s assessment is:

Nonsense!

He believes that everything depends on man-made things, whether crazy or great, it all depends on this group of nobles.

Lead everyone hello me hello everyone, such as King Viserys I.

The nobles considered him great.

But they just ignored the civil war that led to the complete weakening of the Targaryen family.

The roots of Dance of Blood Dragons were also planted under this king's stupid political maneuvers.

Therefore, this sentence itself is a fallacy. No one will be crazy all the time, and no one will be great all the time.

It's just the nobles arbitrarily arranging it for their own benefit.

Clay doesn't have so many requirements for Daenerys, as long as she can live up to herself.

Clay Mandler can do the rest.

…

Seeing the two giant dragons staying outside the city wall, the northern nobles who had escaped unharmed didn't know what to do.

They didn't have the courage to go out, but they had to go out.

Because, just now, someone spotted the guards carrying Robb Stark.

Their king, His Majesty Robb Stark I, had quietly left the world when the dragon appeared.

His soul should be able to return to the embrace of the gods.

But the body left in the human world had to be dealt with.

He must not be allowed to die outside the Northern Territory. This is the consensus of all the Northern Territory nobles.

With the dragon's attack, the Western soldiers who originally attacked them dispersed.

They spent a lot of effort and many lives to capture the "Magic Mountain" that was originally chasing them but was now blocked in the tower.

Now, the threat of the Lannister is gone, but the threat of the dragon is coming.

Seeing the shocking scene outside the city, everyone's mouths were a little dry.

There is really nothing they can do in the face of such violence.

This is an extraordinary force, and there is nothing the Northerners can do about it.

"What should we do, everyone, should we go out now?"

The nobles had no time to grieve for their recently deceased king.

Because a very real problem lies before us.

Two dragons lie outside the north gate of Harrenhal.

They dare not go out.

"I think it's okay. The dragons won't attack the armies of the Riverlands."

"Since they don't attack the people in the river, they have no reason to burn us."

Theon Greyjoy said.

Jon Umber sighed and made no rebuttal.

He had had enough of this damn place at Harrenhal.

He originally thought he would be able to get out once the people from the Western Region evacuated, but now he still can't get out.

Why is it so difficult to come up with Harrenhal?

He knew very well that there was no point hiding here. The dragon must have seen them flying high.

The last time Harrenhal was destroyed by dragonfire, all members of the Hall family died.

This time they will be washed by dragon flames again, and everyone will be buried with Robb Stark.

No one is so stupid, so everyone can only bite the bullet and leave.

That's great, let's just bow down to the two people on the dragon's back for now.

Anyway, Torrhen Stark also did it that year.

There is no shame in them doing this.

That's what they convinced themselves.

…

Clay comforted Daenerys and then told her his next plan.

"Let's go meet these unlucky guys in the city first and see how many are still alive."

"You mean, Robb Stark, who usurped the throne?"

Daenerys calmed down her emotions and asked Clay with a frown.

Nodding, Clay explained the reason for doing so.

"Although Robb Stark's reputation has become bad, and the Riverlands are alienated from him, in name, he is still the ruler of the entire Three Rivers Valley and the North, regardless of whether you admit it or not."

"So, as long as we get rid of him, the rest won't be a problem."

"otherwise……"

A sneer appeared on Clay's face.

"I don't mind if I kill a few more people to see."

"Besides, the 10,000 reinforcements from my Mandalay family should have moved behind them."

"Want to run? There's no way."

As he was talking, Daenerys, who was facing the city gate, saw something, patted Clay, and said with a smile:

"Stop showing off to me here. Look, the people in Harrenhal have come out obediently."

Clay touched his nose and pretended that the high-spirited person just now was not him.

He turned around and looked at the figure walking out of the ruined city gate, thinking silently in his mind.

He was thinking about what to do with Robb Stark, who had been his titular king after all.

According to the needs of governance, he should directly take off the crown and control him.

But Clay doesn't want to do that, not yet.

Robb Stark had better take a knee to himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, the people coming out of the north gate of Harrenhal had already approached him.

Galesos and Drogon, one on the left and one on the right, stretched out their huge heads, the dragon's mouth was slightly open, and the firelight flashed faintly.

The two masters didn't speak, so they didn't attack.

But the two dragons still acted as bodyguards very conscientiously.

These people just have to be obedient.

If they dare to take action, the two dragons will let them know why the flowers are so red.

He carefully passed the space left between the two giant dragons.

Theon Greyjoy, who was walking at the front, acting as a lobbyist, but actually coming to hear the news, carefully arrived not far from Clay and Daenerys.

He always felt that among the man and woman in front of him, the man looked familiar.

But because of the distance, I can't really see it clearly.

However, when he came closer and saw the face clearly, his steps instantly froze in place.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Isn't this... Clay Mandler?

How could it be him?

Is it a coincidence? Or did you see it wrong?

Clay saw his reaction and knew what he was thinking.

He spoke directly, interrupting his random thoughts.

"Theon Greyjoy, it's me, Clay Manderly, tell me why you're here, don't waste your time."

The Iron Islands heir's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You...this...dragon, it's you..."

He was talking incoherently in horror, two dragons, two dragon knights, but no one else here.

He held it in for a long time and shouted:

"You're not a Manderly! You're a Targaryen?"

Clay frowned irritably. The strong binding between dragon and Targaryen was really annoying.

However, after all, the accumulation of three hundred years of dynasty cannot be changed overnight.

He didn't say anything, and Daenerys was the first to get upset.

Clay said the man's name was Theon Greyjoy, and Daenerys assumed he was an ironborn.

After all, the surname Greyjoy is roughly equivalent to Stark in the North.

She was immediately upset when Theon Greyjoy questioned Cray's identity.

Why does he need a robber to question who his man is?

"He is Clay Manderly, Ironborn! Answer his question! Otherwise, the Westlander just now will be your fate!"

On the continent of Westeros, noble families despise each other. The northerners despise the southerners as weaklings, and the southerners mock them as barbarians.

But no matter what, everyone is still together.

However, for the Iron Islands, it was really the object of contempt for all the nobles.

After all, we are all civilized people and generally do not take action. You iron people, who rob every day and follow some "ancient way", look like barbarians at first glance.

The education Daenerys received also inherited this innate contempt for the Ironborn.

As soon as Daenerys finished speaking, Drogon turned his head very cooperatively and let out a heavy grunt.

The meaning is very obvious.

Theon Greyjoy subconsciously took two steps back and stared at Drogon nervously.

His throat rolled with difficulty. He knew exactly what Clay's temper was like.

At that time in Wolf Forest, the first time the two met, she almost died at his hands.

Now, if he is really the Dragon King, then...

Theon thinks he is a good man, so a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences.

He decided to answer Clay's question honestly.

After all, life matters.

He no longer has any extra brain power to think about how Clay Mandler could be the Dragon King.

"Clay... I'm here because... I want to see... you guys."

"There are many northern nobles in the city, you know as well as I do."

"them……"

Theon Greyjoy said very awkwardly, and then was interrupted by Clay.

"They want to ask me, the Dragon King, if I will let them go, right?"

Clay looked at Theon Greyjoy with a half-smile, and the luster in his calm eyes made him feel like he was being sucked in.

"Yes... that's right. Lord Jon Umber and other northern nobles, you know, they all mean this."

Theon Greyjoy gritted his teeth and whispered.

Clay was keenly aware of the strangeness behind his words.

He raised his eyebrows and asked his doubts:

"Jon Umber? When will you all listen to the orders of the Last Hearth? Is Robb Stark out of business?"

Clay himself was from the North, according to the pattern when he last saw this group of people.

Robb Stark is the eldest, he is the second oldest, Roose Bolton is the third, then Rickard Karstark of Cahor City, and next, maybe this Jon Umber.

"Clay...Your Majesty, he..."

When she heard the word "Your Majesty", Daenerys instinctively raised her eyebrows. Women are smaller-minded and care about these things, so they instinctively feel very uncomfortable when someone calls anyone other than herself and Clay "Your Majesty". Disgusted.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Clay shaking his head at him.

So, she had no choice but to temporarily suppress her dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty Robert, you went to meet the gods just now."

Theon Greyjoy finally said those words, which seemed to free him.

When Daenerys heard the news, a look of joy appeared on her face at first, but then she thought that when Clay was in Essos, he mentioned to herself that he and the descendant of Ed Stark The relationship seems to be pretty good.

So, she put away the expression on her face.

There was no need for her to look sad.

The first is because as far as she understood, the relationship between Clay and Robb Stark did not reach this level.

Secondly, she knew very well that her husband's eyes could penetrate people's hearts, and he did not need to act for him.

Clay was silent for a long time. He made countless drafts in his mind on how to deal with Robb Stark, the King of the North with whom he had some friendship.

Clay has his own considerations whether to kill or not to kill.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that the Young Wolf Lord would die just before his showdown.

It is true that fate plays tricks on people.

"Tell me, what is going on?"

Clay's voice was a little dull.

Just as Daenerys had guessed, he was not sad. Anyone who goes to the battlefield will have such a day sooner or later.

It has always been this truth that those who make good use of the sword will eventually die by the sword.

But he still wanted to hear the reason. After all, Robb Stark died as a king, and there was no need for him to deprive him of the throne.

Leave the honor of the dead to him.

Listening quietly to Theon Greyjoy's narration, ignoring those things described with strong personal emotions, Clay could only sigh deeply at the fall of this king.

But that's fine, death is clean.

Clay didn't want to waste time talking to this or that person about what made him irritated. Now that Robb Stark is dead and the temporary leader is Jon Umber, that means that the current North Territory It's a ball of loose sand.

You have done yourself a favor.

"Okay, I understand, for you, although my wife, Daenerys Targaryen, has very good reasons to burn you all to death in Harrenhal, after all, you have betrayed her family. .”

"But I don't want to do such a thing. Don't think too much about it. It's not because of old feelings. I just don't want a complete collapse of the Northern Territory."

"You can take my words back. Three hundred years ago, in the riverlands, Torrhen Stark bowed his knee to a dragon king. Today, I want you to do the same thing."

"I know this is not easy. Swearing allegiance to the Mandalay family, who were once at the same level as them, brings shame on your Lordships' faces."

"But that's not my problem."

"Kneel down or die, it's your choice."

"Of course, I'm not that unreasonable. I'll give you a step down."

Clay looked at Theon Greyjoy, who had a complex expression on his face, and then moved his eyes away from his face to look at the ruins of Harrenhal behind him.

"Give me Robb Stark's body. In your current state, it will be difficult to bring him back to Winterfell intact."

"I will ride on the dragon and send the King of the North home."

"The crypts under Winterfell will be his resting place."

"This is my kindness, don't take it lightly."

Clay finished his sentence.

Galesos felt the unhappiness in his master's heart. His huge head fell next to Clay, and the hot breath he exhaled turned the ice in Theon Greyjoy's hair into water droplets instantly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but looking at Clay's cold face, he finally just took a long breath and turned back.

Clay has said so.

Regardless of whether he is Clay Manderly or a certain Dragon King, now that he is standing here and making the request he just made to himself, then he is just the Dragon King.

As for the Dragon King, whether they can walk out alive from the dragon's mouth is still unknown.

Theon Greyjoy took Cray's words back with him.

Obviously, the reaction of this group of northern nobles was even greater than his.

When they heard him say that Cray Manderly was one of the two Dragon Kings, everyone thought Theon Greyjoy was crazy.

But the Iron Islands heir obviously doesn't want to explain anything, because he himself can't accept this fact until now.

After calming down, these big shots in the north began to think about Clay's words.

It's still the same as when Robb Stark was transferred, no one wants to be the one who stands out.

In fact, there is nothing to hesitate at all.

The two dragons, blue, gold, and black and red, had just effortlessly destroyed Tywin Lannister's 20,000-strong army.

Those of them who are surrounded in Harrenhal, what choice do they have?

A long time later, when Daenerys was getting impatient to wait, Jon Umber came to Clay with a large group of nobles from the north who were dressed in luxurious clothes.

They were all silent, looking at Clay's face, where they were chatting and laughing together in Winterfell a few months ago, and the turmoil in their hearts did not subside for a second.

Clay Mandler is truly a dragon king.

But it's too late to say anything now. Let's get past this hurdle first.

After all, even without Clay Manderly, Daenerys and Drogon would only end up being burned completely and reduced to ashes if they rushed forward.

They filed in front of Clay, and the expressions on their faces were a bit gloomier than the thick clouds in the sky.

Galesos felt his master's heart, but didn't show anything.

He just spread his huge wings slightly to make himself look more threatening.

The black dragon Drogon, who is connected to Daenerys's heart, behaves much more manically.

The slender snake-like neck with a ferocious dragon head looked back and forth around these guys.

Did he bar his fangs and exhale hot air like boiling lava?

It did not roar, because Galesos, who was more powerful than it, made no similar movements.

Dragons naturally obey the stronger, and here, Galesos is the signal for Drogon's action.

"Okay, everyone, you've seen enough, it's me, Clay Mandler."

"I am the grandson of Wyman Mandler and the son of Wendell Mandler. Of course, I am also the Dragon King you think of."

"I don't need to explain to you why I can control the dragon. You just need to know that I can do it."

"The person next to me, you may all have heard of Daenerys Targaryen. Maybe some of you are more familiar with his father, but that doesn't matter."

"Because now, you need to kneel and bow your knee to me, Clay Manderly, just like you did three hundred years ago."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to return to the north of Jingze. After all, you know me well. Anyone who dares to be my enemy will probably be buried in the ground one by one."

"Now, tell me your choice."

"Kneel down or die."

"Remember, I don't have much patience."