Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

"Dani, I think I know what the problem is in the north."

Clay said.

Daenerys is doing much better, but she's clearly still reeling from what just happened.

The overbearing invasion from the old god's magic power almost caused the fire magic in her blood to collapse.

If Clay hadn't used his magic to cover the outside, there might have been a big problem.

"To tell you, it's a long story. It's very complicated and involves things behind the world."

Looking at Daenerys's confused eyes, Clay knew that she didn't understand.

After all, in the eyes of more than 99% of the creatures in this world, the world is just a layer in front of them.

As for the game behind it, they can't see it and won't think about it.

But Clay understands.

However, the communication cost here is also too high.

It's not like here, you can explain it clearly to Daenerys in a few words.

"Um……"

Daenerys is still in an uncomfortable state, so when Clay said this, she did not ask further questions.

She knew that there must be a secret behind a person like Clay who rose so quickly.

But what Clay meant was that it wasn't that he couldn't tell her, but that it was too time-consuming.

Therefore, Daenerys chose to believe him, believing that he would definitely tell her all this later.

Now, he has to do something. He is not feeling well and cannot come together.

"I will go back to Sunspear City first to stabilize the situation there. Clay, what are your arrangements there?"

Daenerys knew exactly what to do next.

"Tell Doran Martell that whether the two stags choose to temporarily lay down their weapons and join forces to deal with Dorne, or they still fight to the death and defend Dorne, when I finish taking care of things in the north, he will have a chance to take revenge."

"Tell him that he can show weakness when necessary and how to do it. He understands what I mean."

It's not that Clay doesn't trust the Dornish people, on the contrary, he knows exactly how much power he has in Dorne.

Not counting giant dragons, but purely from a human perspective, an army of more than 30,000 to 40,000 people, no matter which direction they attack, is a force that can completely change the situation.

Originally, I had already stepped onto the dragon's back, so it was time for this force to take the stage.

As long as Clay successfully integrates the North and the Riverlands, unites with Dorne, and gets rid of the Lannister who has lost his main army, it won't be a problem.

After that, the two Baratheons were still fighting each other for the throne, and the situation of the entire Seven Kingdoms became clear.

However, encountering such a thing this time made Clay feel a little uneasy in his heart.

He never thought something like this would happen.

Daenerys just felt uncomfortable and didn't know the reason behind it.

But from Clay's perspective, it is simply incredible that the old god's magic power has spread directly to the Neck.

The emergence of such a large-scale magic power, coupled with the fact that Clay has not received any news from the north for a long time.

This undoubtedly made him feel more uneasy.

Nothing like this has ever happened in my memory.

Do those white things outside the Great Wall have so much energy?

Isn't their power blocked by the Great Wall of Despair, which is based on magic?

"Clay, no matter what you want to do in the north, remember, you must pay attention to yourself. I can't do our business alone, do you understand?"

After Daenerys finished speaking, she jumped onto the dragon's back, and the driver, Drogon, who was somewhat sleepy, rose into the sky.

Since she cannot participate in matters in the north, she must get to her rightful place as soon as possible.

When the black dragon's figure completely disappeared from sight, Clay took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the northern sky without a trace of sunlight.

"Damn... Brynden Rivers, what on earth are you doing."

Daenerys and he both have magic powers that are different from the old god system, so they can feel it intuitively.

As for the people in the north, if they don't have magic power and face this kind of magic "mist" covering the whole territory, what will happen? Clay really has to worry about what will happen to them.

He didn't plan to go directly to Winterfell.

As the core of the North and the seat of the Stark family, the influence there must be the strongest.

Clay decided to first find out what was going on with this huge magic power that he didn't know where it came from.

So, he drove Galesos and flew towards the location of White Harbor.

After all, his family is still there.

There is another reason. The population of White Harbor is complex, and the proportion of people who believe in the old gods may be the lowest in the entire Northern Territory.

Clay knew before that the Three-Eyed Crow's ability was the lowest in White Harbor. Just look at the half-dead look of the Heart Tree in the White Harbor Godswood.

Therefore, that would be the best place to start.

Moreover, it is also its own rear area.

Now that the decision was made, Clay decided to immediately turn around and head east.

After all, White Harbor is in that direction.

This time, the moment he entered the border of the North, he immediately felt the uncomfortable magic again.

This thing seems to exist in the air, wandering around with the wind.

But the strange thing is that as soon as you reach the edge of the North, the magic seems to hit an invisible wall, making it difficult to move forward.

"It's really strange. What limits the extension of magic power?"

Clay had previously heard from the Three-Eyed Crow that the power of the old gods was strictly limited to the north.

At first, he just thought that this refers to the land in the north and some surrounding places that believe in the old gods.

Such as some ancient families in the valley and riverlands.

But I didn't expect that the restrictions would be so strict.

It was as if someone had drawn a line on the ground, and then the power of the old gods did not dare to step beyond it.

What makes Clay think even more is the two completely different reactions of him and Daenerys.

Why are fire magic owners almost unable to move here, as if they are suffering from altitude sickness?

And he himself is also a heretic in this world shrouded by the power of the old gods.

But why he, Galesos, who grew up with his magic power, was much less affected.

Not to mention his anomaly, let’s talk about why the old gods are so repulsive to fire magic after their power truly explodes.

When Melisandre came here, the power of the old gods had not been revealed at all.

In Clay's impression, the mutual repulsion between these two forces should not be that great.

Now it seems that the relationship between them is that ice and fire cannot coexist.

If you look at it this way, many things will have completely new explanations.

However, it's too late to think about it now.

See what happens first and then make plans.

Galesos took him and flew over the Biting Bay.

There is not a very strong power of the old gods here, and Clay can hardly feel it.

But as he spent several hours crossing Bite Bay and approaching White Harbor, his feelings grew stronger.

Soon, he realized something was wrong.

Why is there not a single ship along the entire White Harbor?

This is actually not very accurate. The correct statement is that there is not even a sailing ship.

Just as he was thinking about it, Clay discovered a merchant ship stranded on the shore that clearly deviated from the channel.

Judging from the flag above, it should be a ship from Braavos.

The sails were half down, and the huge hull was riding on the beach and gravel on the shore. It was so quiet that not a ghost could be seen.

Clay frowned.

It doesn't make sense.

The entire Bite Bay is already under the full control of the Mandalay family.

These guys who can cross the narrow sea are all experienced sailors. Even if they encounter pirates or storms, they will not deviate to such an outrageous degree.

There must be some other reason.

Let’s start with you.

Clay ordered Galesos to land on the beach.

The big blue-gold guy grew up nearby when he was young, so Clay actually heard a hint of excitement in the low dragon roar.

It didn't understand this, so it just thought it was an ordinary trip.

After all, no matter how magically constructed a creature is, its brain is not large enough to understand the world like a human being.

The soles of the feet stepped on the hard sand. Although it was difficult to store snow here due to various reasons, the low temperature in the north still caused the water in the gaps between the gravel to turn into a slight ice crystal state.

Clay drew out the Valyrian steel sword "Lady of Silence" that now belonged to him. Well... he called it this first. He hadn't decided what name to change it to yet.

The long sword danced with several sword flowers in his hand. Clay Mandler was also a master of sword use.

Holding the long sword, he slowly walked towards the big-bellied merchant ship stranded in front of him.

After all, he is a descendant of the Mandalay family, and Clay is quite familiar with things on the sea.

With just one glance, he knew that the ship was definitely not grounded on purpose.

He took a look at the damage to the hull, and then looked at the long traces that were dragged out from behind.

No matter how Clay looked at it, he felt like it was coming straight up.

What's happening here?

This is the result when the entire crew is sleeping, the navigator is drunk, and the helmsman is dancing on the deck.

Isn't this suicide?

Climb aboard from the port side of the merchant ship, which has a large hole in it.

When he came to the deck, Clay only took his first glance and was stunned.

Originally, he thought that there was no one on the boat.

However, he was very wrong.

All you see are people.

A group of people lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Clay knew that the ship had been stranded not long ago, so what happened on the ship must have happened recently.

The long sword in his hand tightened, and Clay slowly walked towards a guy leaning on the broken mast.

Typical Braavosian appearance.

The wind was very loud on the deck. When he first came up, he couldn't hear it clearly. Now that he was closer, Clay's demon hunter senses finally caught a strange noise from the wind.

That sound sounded like...a seriously ill and dying person snoring?

Well...yes, that's it.

Clay's heart moved, and he stretched out his left hand, squatted down, and gently placed it on the man's neck, which was covered in dirt and grease.

really.

This man is still alive, and what Clay just heard was correct.

Because this guy actually fell asleep.

Clay stood up and walked towards the other scattered crew members.

After some inspection, it was found that except for some unlucky ones who died directly in the collision when they ran aground, almost all the rest fell into a deep sleep.

Clay noticed that their sleep was very strange.

Several people had one of their arms pressed down when they were lying down, and what was now in front of Clay's eyes were limbs that were completely ischemic and necrotic.

In the ice and snow, the temperature has been completely lost.

Clay swung his sword and cut off the bloodless palm of a guy.

As for the injured person, yellow fluid leaked from the wound.

But people are still sleeping and have not woken up.

Trouble...

Clay said to himself.