Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Looking at the embarrassed red-haired woman in front of him, Carter Pike felt like he was living in a dream.

Not long ago, at the top of the East China Sea Great Wall, the night watchman in the watchtower sent a signal from high up:

The cavalry arrives.

Carter Pike received a vague warning letter from Lord Commander Mormont, telling him to be wary of anything unusual beyond the wall.

Now he feels that he is the most unusual one.

The weather was so bad that it could freeze his dick off, and he actually felt like he was hearing hallucinations.

Because the disheveled woman in front of him was angrily telling herself to send a letter to Clay Manderly immediately, saying that she wanted to see him.

Dear Drowned God, who is this woman?

The men reported that the horse the red-haired woman was riding had some strange scratches on its hindquarters, and was restless all the time, as if it had been greatly frightened.

This immediately aroused Carter Pike's interest.

As an old guy on the Great Wall who has stared at a tree from a sapling to a big tree, he certainly has a keen sense of smell.

He knew that Jeor Mormont was not bluffing him, and that there was indeed something dangerous beyond the Great Wall.

This time, this mysterious red-haired woman desperately wanted to climb over the Great Wall, but she had already been under the control of the commander of Eastwatch.

He didn't want Melisandre to pass, and he must have his own way.

After all, he is a local snake.

But when he knew that this woman really found a way to cross the Great Wall, he did not stop her.

Because he also wanted to know what was peering at him outside the Great Wall.

However, the situation in front of him was very different from what he imagined.

On the horse's buttocks, they found a long scratch.

Judging from the size of the wound, it looked like a creature like a wolf.

There are indeed direwolves beyond the wall, rare but real.

However, Carter Pike was sure that he could not stop the bleeding here, and he could smell a strong smell of sulfur from the festering wound.

what 's wrong?

"Did that woman say anything? Or did she keep asking us to contact Clay Mandler?"

Carter Pike turned to Deputy Glendon Hewitt who was following him.

This knight from the Hewitt family shook his head when he heard this:

"No, she seemed to have been quite frightened. She was already very white, and now her face looks as white as snow."

Tutting his tongue, Carter Pike was not satisfied with this answer.

He pointed at the already swaying war horse and locked on the wound on its rear hip:

"Come and see, what caused this wound?"

We are all experienced experts, and we can roughly judge the size of the attacker just by looking at these lacerations.

Touching his chin, Glendon Hewett gave the same answer:

"Is this an encounter with a direwolf?"

Commander Eastwatch sighed. Glendon Hewett thought so too, but this was definitely not the truth.

"Go and smell it. Is there anything else besides the smell of blood?"

Glendon Hewett glanced at his boss in confusion, but he still came closer, sniffed, and sniffed. Immediately, a strange look appeared on his face:

"Huh? Is this... sulfur? Yes, it's sulfur!"

Raising his head and looking at Carter Pike, he understood why his boss asked him to smell it.

This is strange, why there is an indelible smell of sulfur at the wound.

I have never heard of sulfur anywhere outside the Great Wall. Where did this woman go?

Looking at Glendon Hewett, Carter Pike whispered:

"I'm afraid the situation outside the wall is more complicated than we imagined. This woman has secrets. Let's go! Let's go see her. First we have to find out who she is."

"No normal woman who looks like her would purposely go outside the Great Wall alone at this time."

Commander Donghaiwang said this last sentence resolutely.

…

Melisandre was indeed in shock.

But she wasn't afraid of anything that could harm her steed.

This woman has long since ceased to be frightened by such things.

What really made her tremble was the scene she saw just now when she was taken into Eastwatch, in a room with a fireplace, amidst the blazing flames:

On the blue and black sea, an oversized ship with a huge black sail was heading in one direction, riding the wind and waves.

On the ship, there were those "servants of the Cold God" that she had just encountered outside the Great Wall.

R'hllor, the Lord of Light, told his high priest about this scene.

And their destination, needless to say, must be south of the Great Wall.

Where exactly, no one knows.

But is it even worth it?

The servants of the Cold God actually have such powerful shipbuilding abilities and can sail at will?

Not to mention whether this matter is reasonable or not, for now, doesn’t this mean that the Great Wall has become a decoration?

Melisandre certainly knows how empty the North is now. If the Cold God's servants work together to break the Great Wall, everyone will stop playing and wait for the unprepared North to be swallowed up by the black throat.

Then just wait for the servants of the Cold God to start snowballing and completely ruin the plan of R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

Clay Mandler, what are you doing? What are you doing for such a big thing!

Melisandre decided that if the Night's Watch here refused to deliver a message to Clay Manderly, she would go south by herself, directly to Winterfell, and find a way to use the ravens there to contact Clay Manderly.

I hope this guy is still in the Twins.

Otherwise, it will really turn upside down.

…

"Your Majesty, after cleaning up the valley, we must also be prepared for the two Baratheons and the old lion to come together to cause trouble for us."

In the hall of Twin River City, the originally cold atmosphere gradually became lively after Clay agreed to make the valley the first target.

Nobles are interested in war, especially when they are on the dominant side.

Because victory in the war means land, population, wealth, power, etc.

In this world, the most profitable business is always war.

Winning the battle and plundering the wealth accumulated by the opponent for generations is faster and more exciting than the hard work of one's own production.

Otherwise, how could a decent force like the Ironborn be born, which could develop by just plundering?

The so-called "ancient road" is nothing more than a relatively extreme survival solution.

Clay responded to the calls of the excited nobles below and nodded slightly.

"Yes, we do have to pay attention, but our 40,000-strong army is huddled in the middle, and we have the initiative on the battlefield."

He looked at the nobles present and smiled:

"My lords, I will give you a mission. Use your power to contact other nobles in the Western Region and the Valley."

"Tell them that my army may advance at any time. If they want to resist, blood and fire will come to their home fort. I hope they have a clear mind."

The nobles also laughed and slapped the table in response.

Clay didn't want to chew down one castle after another, which would do no good except incur unnecessary hatred.

Either way, the army and the dragon must enter at the same time. It would be better if there was less resistance.

If you want to establish your authority, the Eagle's Nest and Casterly Rock are enough.

It is easy to destroy, but difficult to build.

At that moment, several nobles stood up and expressed that they could win over a few people.

This is when Clay Mandler became the king. They knew very well that this man was a man of rewards and punishments. If it were anyone else, they would definitely not say a word.

Because they brought one more person over, they had one less target to rob.

Basically, those who get actual benefits from this kind of thing are nobles like them, and the king is a flag to be used to attract hatred.

But now, the new king has just ascended the throne, and not long ago, in front of them, he briefly restored the wrathful prairie fire battle of that year.

We don’t have the guts to resort to tricks yet.

The dragon won't reason with you.

"Lord Karstark, Lord Blackwood."

Clay named the names of the great nobles in the North and the Riverlands.

The two men stood up at the same time, bowed and said:

"His Majesty."

Clay nodded and issued an order:

"You two, leading four thousand cavalry and ten thousand infantry, are stationed in Earl Holloway's town. The earthen city there is still there. You must make good use of it and ensure that they don't come out before our army is ready to clear the valley. make trouble."

Both men answered loudly at the same time:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The town of Earl Holloway is actually a much more important place than Harrenhal further south.

You have to pass through it when you come out of the Blood Gate, you have to pass through the King's Road all the way north, and you have to go west to the River Road, which leads directly to Riverrun.

Clay is very strange, it occupies such a good geographical advantage, why is it still a small town now.

Anyone with a little bit of business common sense knows that this kind of place definitely has a realistic basis for the creation of a very large city.

In terms of its convenient transportation conditions, the only one that can compare with it is King's Landing.

Moreover, the Trident River merges into a large river in its northwest direction, and there is no shortage of water transportation conditions.

With such good transportation conditions, in Leke's previous life, it was a battleground for military strategists.

However, in the land of Westeros, no one seems to care about such a broken town except myself...

During the previous battle at Harrenhal, under Clay's order, Count Rickard Karstark led thousands of people to build an earthen city on the spot for several months.

Now, it still works.

As long as they can keep the Valley people from coming out and wait until Clay is integrated, their mission will be completed.

"Lord Glover."

Clay called out another name.

The Earl of Deepwood Castle responded.

He and Clay were old acquaintances. Ever since the first time Clay followed Robb Stark's army and led the troops south, the two of them had been working together.

However, later on, Clay Mandler finally elevated himself to the position of king through one big victory after another.

From a personal emotional point of view, Lord Deepwood Motte is very supportive of Clay Manderly's rise to power.

"Your Majesty, please give me your orders."

He bowed his head and spoke sincerely.

Clay looked at this northern nobleman whom he could still trust and became a little kinder. He said:

"I will give you five thousand men, all of whom are older veterans with minor injuries in this war. You take them back and garrison them in Winterfell."

Clay knew that what he said would definitely make a bunch of northern nobles change their minds, thinking that he was going to do something.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of doing anything to Lord Eddard Stark's heirs. After you pass, pay attention to two directions, one is the Great Wall, and the other is the Iron Islands to the west."

In the previous war, the northern border had been exhausted.

If your home is robbed, you will be in trouble.

There is only one dragon, and it is not an excellent solution to deal with a gang of pirates that can break into pieces at any time.

Clay has lost control of the Iron Islands' movements. Who knows what these pirates who have enveloped the Drowned God are thinking and what they will do.

The northern border is our own rear area and there is no room for loss.

After he has established a foothold in the south, it doesn't matter if he loses the northern border, but now, he must ensure safety.

ps: There is another chapter today.