Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Clay knew what the Three-Eyed Raven was talking about, but he didn't want the other person to know too much.

Moreover, what he didn't understand was what was the purpose of those guys coming to this world.

Many things are still in the fog.

Can't see clearly.

"I don't know, but I don't like this place beyond the wall at all."

"Indeed, I don't like it either, but I won't stay here if I can help it."

The Three-Eyed Crow quite agrees with this point.

"Okay, now, tell me why the power of the old gods is so great in the entire Northern Territory. I don't believe you have this ability."

"And the way you look now, it's obvious that you've messed up."

Clay had no intention of discussing the Outer Knights with Brynden Rivers.

When he actually sees it, it won't be too late to deal with it.

Now, he has more important things to do.

"Hmm...well, that's really not my power."

"To be precise, it is the power brought by the faith of the people in the north that has been stored in the heart tree for so many years."

"Belief?"

Clay was a little surprised. The so-called divine power is the power brought by untouchable faith... This setting is a bit old.

The three-eyed crow shook his head.

"To the extent that we can't generalize, we can only say that this is how our Lord's strength comes from. And, aren't you an exception?"

When Clay thought about it, it was true that grabbing magic power from this world had nothing to do with his belief in half a Bronze Star.

The three-eyed crow continued:

"You should know what I am doing with all these dreams, right?"

"Well...I know, you continue."

"I can't let the cold god's eyes fall on me. I can only use so many dreams to distract him."

"Originally, I just released some power through the Heart Tree and collected some people's dreams."

"Later, I found that this was far from enough. Cold God was very determined to find me, so I could only keep hiding."

"But my ability is limited, and I can only collect so much, so I hope to use these huge and miscellaneous sediments in the weirwood."

Having said this, the three-eyed crow showed a helpless look on his face, and said with a wry smile:

"I overestimated myself. I simply couldn't control such a huge force."

"After my power penetrated, I passively activated them all."

"So, they began to escape uncontrollably, swallowing up dreams one after another."

"Originally, what I chose was just a dream at night, but these powers... they have no scruples."

"That's what happened...the scene you saw outside."

"All weak-willed people will have their dreams taken away by them."

"I myself escaped into a dream, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Clay nodded. He actually didn't care much about the Three-Eyed Crow's explanation. After all, he couldn't verify it. What he wanted to hear more was the solution.

he asked:

"So, if I get you out of here, can you control the magic to disappear, or return to the Heart Tree?"

The Three-Eyed Raven nodded hesitantly.

"It should work, but it's too unsafe outside the Great Wall. I have to go south of the Great Wall."

He pointed to his body:

"Besides, it's impossible for me to move with my current body, so..."

His eyes drifted to Bran Stark.

Clay understood what he meant. He felt no guilt about the Three-Eyed Raven eating Bran Stark. After being in this world for so long, he had already completed his identity.

He is a Mandalay, and other identities come second.

Now, he is just considering the risks of doing so.

This is not the little cripple in the memory who was dragged outside the wall. Now Bran Stark, after the death of Robb Stark, is the Lord of the North in every sense.

Although he used the grace of saving his life and the power of the dragon to force a large group of northern nobles to kneel before him, Clay understood that this was still far from their true surrender.

Now putting a Three-Eyed Raven to replace Bran Stark is equivalent to handing the North into his hands. He himself has little control over the entire North. After all, in two years, apart from the army, he has It doesn't have much influence.

If this crow has any thoughts, can I be sure to defeat the enemy with one move and plow the court to clear the hole?

After thinking about it for a while, Clay felt that he could control the situation.

"Okay, how long do you need?"

Clay asked.

Brynden Rivers knelt down, stretched out his dry palms from the dark sleeves of his robes, and touched Bran Stark's head.

"As long as he wants it, the process won't take long."

"Be patient. The concept of time does not exist in dreams."

"The problem now is that Stark has not agreed yet, which means..."

He spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

Clay understood what he meant, sighed, squatted down as well, and stretched out his hand.

The three-eyed crow observed this scene with interest.

He has always been very envious of Clay's ability to directly impose his will on his opponents. In his opinion, Clay has revealed many things, but there is only one ability that makes him most afraid.

Because it's rough enough.

The so-called flying bricks with great strength sometimes involve twists and turns, wasting time but still failing to achieve the effect.

And straight shots often work pretty well.

Magic power surged, and following the gesture made by his left hand, a light green triangular rune flashed on Bran Stark's head.

Suddenly, the little direwolf, who had been sleeping just now, opened his eyes, but his pupils were not focused.

Clay looked at Brynden Rivers, whose eyes were shining, and said softly:

"Now, state your request."

"Tell him your thoughts directly, and he may be more compliant."

No matter how surprised the Three-Eyed Crow was, after realizing that Clay's expression was not friendly, he still gave up the idea of ​​studying this ability carefully.

The future is long, but now, it’s better not to mess with this evil star.

He returned his attention to the carrier he had chosen.

The original kind and soft voice disappeared, and His original tone was restored, that unpleasant tone like dry rubbing of dead tree bark:

"The strongest tree roots will take root in the dark depths of the earth. The darkness will become your cloak and your shield. The darkness will nourish you. The darkness will make you strong."

"By accepting this gift, you will undertake the most sacred mission."

"I am you and you are me."

"The Last Green Seer."

"I……"

…

Clay listened to the Three-Eyed Raven's words quietly. He could feel that with the help of his sigil, Bran Stark, who was forced to open his defenses, was occupied by forces.

He has nothing to do with him here.

Clay stood up and walked aside.

Of course he couldn't completely trust this dark crow.

When he just applied the seal to Bran Stark, he planted a magic power in Bran Stark's mind.

Once the crow has other thoughts.

So, I wonder if the last Green Seer can accommodate the two completely different sources of magic power in his body?

Refer to how he was afraid of his own magic power before.

Probably, he will also perish, right?

Since He forced Clay to make a choice, Clay would certainly not be polite to Him.

One drink and one peck, could it be a predestined decision.

No one can escape.

Leaning on the ruins of the ruined tower, I closed my eyes and rested my mind, in this dreamland where there was no alternation between day and night.

Clay didn't know how long it had been.

Even if he closed his eyes, he was always paying attention to the changes in the Three-Eyed Crow and Bran Stark.

Although time is meaningless, Clay can still feel that the Three-Eyed Crow's original body is weakening little by little, and Bran Stark's body is slowly becoming fuller.

No matter how beautiful poetry is used to describe this scene, one cannot deny the sinfulness of the incident itself.

Unfortunately, there is no judge here, and Clay's moral values ​​cannot require him to stop this immediately.

After all, this is something he has acquiesced to, and this is the only situation that is in his best interests.

Things in the south have not been resolved yet, and now he needs a stable north.

The children educated by Ed Stark are the hardest to control.

Because they care about honor and the responsibility of the Stark family.

Therefore, some things cannot be compromised.

He was replaced by a Green Seer who had left a backdoor for himself. At least, this one was a guy who took honor, morality, etiquette, justice and shame as shit. Clay liked to deal with such people.

Don't talk about friendship, just talk about interests.

Benefits are something that can be measured, easily calculated, and clear at a glance.

But there is no way to measure the value of love.

And priceless things are often the most expensive.

Finally, when Brynden's original body and heart finally stopped beating and fell on the grass, and Bran Stark's pupils began to focus, Clay knew that he had succeeded.

Congratulations to Him without saltiness:

"Looks like you didn't disappoint me, Bran Stark."

Brynden Rivers, who had completely taken control of his new body, slowly sat up from the grass.

And his original body also turned into ashes in an instant.

Only a black robe was left behind, proving the traces of its past existence.

On the young face, there was a weathered look, which was indescribably awkward and weird.

"Good, now...I feel much safer."

Clay didn't answer the question.

He knew that after leaving, Brynden Tully would wake up in the chapel in Winterfell.

I don’t know how embarrassed the old god’s representative would look like when he wakes up under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods.

"Okay, when you're ready, let's go out."

"When you go north of the Great Wall, the Cold God won't be able to find you."

The three-eyed crow nodded:

"Yes, that's true. It's just a pity for those children of the forest."

Clay gave him a strange look, as if to say:

"You are already so cold-blooded and ruthless, why do you still care about those guys?"

The last green prophet understood the eyes of the agent of the power god, sighed quietly, and explained in a low voice:

"I don't like them, but they can also use some basic magic. They are still very useful at critical moments."

He smiled bitterly:

"You have also seen that although I am a green prophet, I cannot control the entire heart tree in the north at the same time."

"Brynden Rivers or Bran Stark, mortal bodies cannot carry such a large amount of magic flow."

"With them here, if I encounter a real crisis, they can help me control more of my heart trees."

Clay frowned:

"I'm in your original cave anyway, so I should be able to fish out a few."

The three-eyed crow shook his head:

"It's useless. They won't follow you. If they want to hide south of the Great Wall, they have too many ways."

"Okay, that's it."

"We should get out."

Clay nodded and reminded:

"Remember what you should do after you go out."

The Green Seer replied:

"I know, after all, I am a Stark now, so the North is my people, and I will handle it."

The world began to fall apart.

With the dissipation of Bran Stark's will, this dream has come to an end.

He didn't hear Clay Mandler's silent words:

"You are wrong, they are my people..."