Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Lord Gelbert Glover did not bring the news of victory to the eagerly awaited Three-Eyed Raven in Winterfell.

Because, it is in the Mojiang River near Kahuo City, the northernmost river in the northern border.

Lord Gabriel Glover suffered a tragic defeat.

Of course, crimes other than war.

In other words, his opponent cannot be understood in terms of ordinary armies.

Just talking about the fighting ability of cold weapons, the two sides may be equally matched.

Perhaps, due to the bravery of the Northerners, they would even be better.

But unfortunately, this ideal situation will not happen.

Lord Gelbert Glover, commanding an army of five thousand, set out from Winterfell and marched rapidly toward the northeast.

The army wasted no time.

However, just after crossing the lonely mountain in the east of Long Lake, Earl Gilbert Glover discovered that his army encountered a severe snowstorm that he had never seen in his memory.

This isn't just exploring an unpleasant weather problem.

Rather, this kind of snowstorm really caused huge difficulties to the march.

The first is temperature.

During the snowstorm, the temperature was much lower than elsewhere.

All of a sudden, many soldiers were uncomfortable.

Although we are all from the north, our ability to withstand the cold also requires basic principles.

This ultra-low temperature, where dripping water turns into ice, obviously makes it difficult for everyone to move.

Then there's the issue of wind.

This is a fairly strong northeasterly wind.

They were almost heading towards Count Gilbert Glover's march route.

In addition, the thick snow caused a sudden increase in the physical exertion of the soldiers during the march itself.

In this case, Earl Gilbert Glover led the army and continued to advance north to the edge of the Sue River.

This is their limit.

Because, on the other side of the river, they saw something unforgettable.

A huge, although transparent, but clearly visible cover.

Like a giant bowl, it lies upside down on the land on the east bank of the Mojiang River.

Count Gelbert Glover knew very well that there... was the direction of Kaho City.

"My lord, what is that?"

The Earl of Deepwood Castle heard the confused voices of the soldiers next to him.

He did not answer the soldier's question because he really did not know the answer to the question.

But he knew very well that there represented absolute danger.

He was right.

After the Wild Hunting Army completely captured Kaho City and uprooted the nearby nodes.

They were just outside, covered in a layer of everlasting hoarfrost.

Inside, the Wild Hunt army was resting and recuperating, isolated by a magic shield.

After all, their blood is also hot and they cannot live under that armor forever.

Although most of the time, they rely on their armor to scare all creatures who see them.

Earl Gilbert Glover's army was naturally noticed by these guys after entering the range of Hoarfrost.

Their hounds, hiding in the snow, told their masters everything.

Therefore, a premeditated raid began.

Earl Gilbert Glover has realized that his army can no longer stay in this fatal place.

Looking at it like this, the direction of Kaho City must be very dangerous.

He can now slowly accept the unreal scene in front of him.

If he moves forward rashly, he is obviously acting irresponsibly towards the lives of his soldiers.

These five thousand troops are the only main force in the northern border.

After realizing the danger, Lord Galbert Glover first sent a small group of soldiers and quickly rushed back to Winterfell to explain the situation.

Then, he led the army that was stationed for a short time.

Pull up the camp and set up the stronghold, and slowly retreat.

But at this moment, the surprise attack prepared by the Wild Hunt army also arrived.

The hounds, which had been hiding behind the snow and gravel, suddenly appeared, roaring and pounced on the army.

Both humans and war horses were absolutely terrified of such ferocious-looking things.

A mobile military formation is the most vulnerable to attack and collapse.

Unfortunately, this army is in this situation.

The hound attack did not cause many casualties.

However, they pounced on some war horses and soldiers, and with their big mouths full of fangs, they bit into the artery of the prey.

The hot blood, accompanied by the heart-rending screams, brought fear to the entire army.

The soldiers trembled and attacked these guys with their spears.

However, the ice-spiked scales on their backs prevented most of these attacks from achieving the desired effect of the attackers.

As a result, fear spread further.

Then, riding a war horse wrapped in cold magic, he looked like an armored knight crawling out of the frozen hell.

Under the cover of a blizzard, surprise attacks were launched from both sides.

Ice magic was used unscrupulously, and ordinary northern soldiers who were unfamiliar with them immediately paid a heavy price.

In the Wild Hunt army, the guys who were good at teleportation magic sent their soldiers directly into the precarious front of the northern army like magic soldiers descending from the sky.

This approach pronounced the death penalty for this army that was still resisting.

Look at the maintained front, it collapsed in an instant.

The people of the North are not afraid of death, but there is a limit.

In the end, Count Galbert Glover fled to the nearest Dreadfort and gathered the remaining soldiers.

At the time of the expedition, the army of five thousand was fully equipped.

However, now, including those who have a good tone, they are only worth two thousand people.

In other words, the Wild Hunt army uses an attack force of perhaps only a few hundred men to coordinate with their hounds.

In one battle, he captured 3,000 troops of Earl Gilbert Glover.

News of the defeat reaches Winterfell.

The Three-Eyed Crow's first reaction was whether he should flee directly to the Neck.

He knew that the servants of the Cold God were very powerful in combat, but such a huge loss was still beyond his expectation.

Two thousand remaining soldiers, the former Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms.

He no longer knew that he should order them to hold on to the Terror Fort to resist the highly likely attack.

It's better to retreat to Winterfell and guard this largest node of the old god's magic power in the north.

In this situation, the Three-Eyed Crow felt out of control.

What he was most proud of, the method of predicting the enemy's actions in advance, was completely useless in the face of the surging cold magic.

And he himself was not familiar with the army in the north.

The most terrible thing is that he doesn't even know the origin of his opponent.

Now things are very clear.

These guys are definitely not the walking dead driven by cold magic during the last long night when the Cold God awakened.

The White Walkers may still be in the ice beyond the Wall.

The answer to the question has been buried under the thick snow.

But one thing is very clear to Him.

If, as the agent of the old gods, he still wants to continue to hang out in this land.

Then, He would have to turn to outside help.

Like, that guy named Clay Mandler.

Only his strength can resist the Cold God's invasion this time.

But in this case, he must transfer some benefits to Clay Mandler.

He had long understood the true nature of this seemingly kind guy.

If there is no profit, I can't afford to start early. I can't let him work in vain.

Therefore, Brynden Rivers has now begun to figure out the chips in his hand that Clay Mandler is interested in.

But all in all, the most important thing is to contact that annoying guy as soon as possible.

…

"Clay, all the letters from the north are here."

The old man pointed to the pile of various letters on the table.

Said to Clay who switched back to the role of king.

The eventful time is truly worthy of the name.

Clay had just returned from the battlefield, and before he could take a breath, urgent letters from the North for help hit him, the one who made the final decision, one after another.

There was no time for him to rest at all.

Frowning, he picked up the letter on top.

It's all taken apart.

At a glance, Clay knew that this was a letter from Winterfell, signed by Bran Stark, asking for help.

"I hope that His Majesty Clay Manderly will raise his troops to go north to drive out the enemies from beyond the Great Wall for the northerners..."

"Bran Stark..."

After Clay finished reading the last sentence in the letter, he raised his head and looked at the old man who was in the clouds and had no idea what he wanted to express. The expression on his face was a little cold.

He actually already understood what the so-called enemy of Bran Stark, also known as the Three-Eyed Raven and Lord Brynden Rivers of Blood Raven, was.

But Clay couldn't figure out why those guys came to his world.

He didn't understand it from the beginning. After all, this was something beyond his cognition.

However, exploring this secret is obviously solving the problems behind these guys.

In front of me, from any angle, these people and myself are definitely enemies.

Assuming that they don't plan to leave just now, then he, the Dragon King, must have a good fight with these guys.

"Whatever Bran Stark's threat was."

Clay was silent for a moment, then spoke to set a tone for the matter.

"I noticed that similar things were reported in Eastwatch and Castle Black, right?"

Before the old man and Daenerys could nod, Clay continued:

"So if these people weren't drinking too much at the same time, then we'd better take their word for it."

"I think they knew very well how foolish it would be to deceive me."

"Commander Mormont, Commander Eastwatch, and Bran Stark are not fools."

"Based on this, I think it is necessary for us to go to the north and take a look."

Seeing Clay saying this, Daenerys and the old man naturally had no objection.

They agreed with Clay's words, and Daenerys also experienced the unusual lethargy event in the North with Clay.

She was somewhat prepared and aware of the strange power and chaos in the north.

The old man twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while, then asked:

"Clay, if you want to go, I won't stop you. After all, that's our territory too."

"It's just that you have to explain everything to me."

The old man took Clay and came to the huge sand table that represented the real-time situation between the enemy and ourselves.

The valleys that originally had Osprey flags were now basically replaced with their own flags.

Judging from the entire map, the Northern Territory, the Riverlands, and the Valley are all connected together.

The King's Road runs through the middle and leads directly to King's Landing in the south.

"Look, the news just came that there was chaos in King's Landing. Stannis withdrew from King's Landing. Then, the residents in the city, for some unknown reason, lit a fire."

The old man glanced at Daenerys, whose face turned very ugly when he mentioned this matter, and said with a wry smile:

"Most of the entire King's Landing was burned to the ground by fire. Some of the wildfires hidden under King's Landing during the time of Aerys II were also ignited by the flames, causing a huge explosion."

Clay was silent for a while, digesting yet another piece of news that came as a surprise to him.

"so……"

The old man stretched out his hand and made a flowering sign in front of him.

"Clay, I have to say that King's Landing is basically finished."

"I ordered the garrison at Harrenhal to send spies to conduct reconnaissance towards the south."

"The entire royal territory is now in chaos."

"There are rioters escaping from King's Landing everywhere."

"When the spies arrived near King's Landing, the thick smoke floating over the city has not completely dissipated."

"Anyway, what I brought back is not good news worth celebrating."

Clay glanced at Daenerys, whose face was ashen, and understood.

Of course she wasn't happy.

For Clay, the Iron Throne is not an obsession.

It really doesn’t matter if it’s gone.

The so-called chair under the king's buttocks, even if it is a piece of rotten wood, is still a throne.

But the person sitting on the throne may not necessarily be the king.

However, for Daenerys, a pure Targaryen, the most unacceptable thing for her is for others to get involved in the throne.

That was her obsession.

After all, since childhood, everyone around her has instilled a concept in her.

The Targaryens will definitely fight back to Westeros and regain their throne.

Throne, doesn’t that mean the Iron Throne?

Now, the fight is back, and the new dynasty seems to be in sight of victory.

The four giant dragons slowly grew up and dominated the sky.

A new and powerful dynasty is about to be established.

As a result, the throne is gone...

It's strange that Daenerys isn't upset.

"As far as I know, the Red Keep has been continuously repaired and maintained by the Targaryen royal family for three hundred years, so it should not be damaged easily, right?"

"Besides, I don't think that the mob has the ability to turn the castle, which is purely made of heavy stones, into ruins. They can't just fill the entire Red Keep with wildfire, right?"

Clay raised his own question.

Although he had never been to the Red Keep, in Brynden Rivers' dream, he had at least seen what the Throne Hall Master looked like.

That thing can't be brought down without professional tools and only with a fire.

Referring to the ruins of Harrenhal, Balerion was so fierce back then that he only burned Harrenhal to a tilt and the upper floor collapsed.

It was expected that a mob that rebelled for unknown reasons could bring down the Red Fort.

It's not that Clay is humble and has this ability.

In addition to the entire Red Keep being filled with wildfire as just mentioned, he and Daenerys' dragons are the only ones left.

"Okay Dany, if you are worried, then ride Drogon and see for yourself first."

Clay reached out and scratched Daenerys's raised eyebrows.

"But please be safe."

"It won't be easy to get rid of Stannis's stinky stone."

"The army has to be stationed in Twin River City and Riverrun City for the time being. You understand."

Daenerys nodded.

"I understand, you go do your thing, that's what you should do as a king."

"Don't worry, I have nothing to worry about here."

the little queen said with a smile.