Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Brynden Rivers guessed wrong.

The Wild Hunt's troops were not pointing towards the Dreadfort, which had defeated Earl Gilbert Glover not long ago. The location of the five thousand troops was only separated by a river.

Instead, they went north along the Mo River and besieged the Last Hearth City, which had already received the news.

The castle is located northeast of Long Lake, west of Seal Bay, and east of King's Road.

Not to mention the castles left behind by the Night's Watch on the Great Wall, Hearth City is the northernmost castle in the Seven Kingdoms.

Although, they had already been warned by Brynden Rivers and had made all preparations to resist the attack of the Wild Hunt army.

The elderly, women and children also left the City of Last Hearth early and followed the King's Road to seek refuge in Winterfell.

But this did not affect the Wild Hunt army's another textbook-level capture of this completely militarized fortress.

Although in the end Hearth City, under the leadership of several experienced old guys on the battlefield, detected the existence of this strange army in advance.

However, as the Wild Hunt army moved under the Last Hearth City, they were still unable to withstand the attacks of these super-class opponents.

Finally, Hearth City is also not big, and the node-like heart tree is also outside the city.

The eyes sent by the Three-Eyed Crow are only observing the situation here from a considerable distance and cannot be of much help at all.

He did not know the teleportation ability possessed by the Wild Hunt army under the leadership of the navigator Caranthir.

This caused him to misjudge the way to deal with this kind of army.

Defending the city means failing to defend it.

Concentrating all the power on the city wall will easily lead to the consequences of the Wild Hunt army blooming in the center after destroying the Heart Tree.

They failed to follow the orders given to them by the Three-Eyed Raven to protect the seemingly worthless weirwood tree.

In the eyes of "Crowfood" Morse and others, it was just a kid from Winterfell who didn't know whether his brain was fully developed and gave an incomprehensible order.

These old guys who have been fighting all their lives certainly know how to defend the city.

Even in the end, all the main forces of Hearth City have been brought to the south by Jon Amber and are now stationed in the valley.

In the end, Hearth was indeed a fortified castle.

As the actual northernmost noble castle, the City of Last Hearth actually has a war intensity that is not small at all to some extent.

The Great Wall of Impasse seems to stretch from east to west, but in fact, due to the continuous decline of the Night's Watch, such a long defense line is actually a fish in the woods, with flaws everywhere.

Over the past few hundred years, savages have often infiltrated from any location on the Great Wall, heading south in an attempt to survive in the warmer south.

In the end, the Amber family of Hearth City was responsible for wiping the butt of the Great Wall.

Of course, the blood paid will naturally not be less.

Therefore, this castle in the theoretical hinterland, but actually on the front line, was built particularly solidly.

The Amber family is responsible for guarding the city and has strong confidence in the city wall under their feet.

They are determined to defeat the enemies who are said to have slaughtered House Karstark at the foot of the Last Hearth.

No matter where they come from.

However, when the blizzard came, those weird creatures, as well as those on war horses, attacked the army in the godswood outside the city. Finally, the nobles of Hearth City realized.

They may be too confident.

"Sir, they are really... burning trees."

The soldier who risked his life to leave the city reported everything he saw to the current master of the Last Hearth City.

"Crow Food" Morse and others who were guarding the city widened their eyes when they heard the news.

The little kid in Winterfell really knew exactly what these mysterious enemies would do first.

"No...is this sent by Bran Stark?"

Beside him, Hosse Amber, who was also the Lord of the Last Hearth City, said something hesitantly.

Hearing what his brother said, "Crow Food" Morse sneered:

"Stop spouting all these crazy things here. Are you still awake from the morning wine?"

His gaze was locked on the sacred forest where the light of fire could be faintly seen.

"Idiot, Winterfell is also an empty city now. Clay Manderly has emptied the entire North. The little wolf in Winterfell has no such ability."

"Now, we just need to worry about what these guys are going to do."

"By the way, just have more respect for Winterfell."

"The rest, if you think about it too much, is all bullshit."

…

The general of the Wild Hunt army, a guy named Illerith, was wielding his weapon, a huge hammer.

It hit the weirwood tree trunk that had finished burning hard.

This tree is very strong and remains standing despite the scorching fire.

Even though all its branches have fallen off, not a single blood-red leaf is still left on the tree.

However, Illerith and Caranthir standing beside him could still feel that inside the charred and cracked trunk, the life of the tree had not completely disappeared.

And this means that the barrier still exists, even if it is almost weak to the extreme.

But teleportation itself is a very unstable magic, and a slight interference may cause various problems.

The current Karahir can indeed carry this weak barrier and forcefully open the portal.

However, as a result, the portal becomes uncontrollable.

Soldiers on the wild hunt may be teleported into the city wall by him and get stuck on the spot.

Therefore, Illerith did not dare to take this risk.

After all, he, the leader, would personally participate in every siege.

He enjoys the thrill of killing.

There was no other way. Now, he could only pick up the weapon himself and completely break the dying weirwood tree.

"It's always been like this, stupid natives. They still don't seem to realize that the one who is blocking us is actually their god?"

Ilereth asked Caranthir.

"It's not surprising. In the world where Ancient Blood was born, other than those annoying mages, aren't ordinary humans ignorant of the truth of the world?"

"Speed ​​up, I smell something disgusting in this world."

"The hoarfrost is about to come to our world, and this is a very good place to take refuge."

Illerith said nothing.

This is the consensus of the entire Wild Hunt army.

The reason why they attack everything in this world so hard is because their original home is about to be destroyed.

And the ancient blood that can solve this problem is traveling from world to world, evading their pursuit.

Originally, in the world of Ancient Blood, they were close to catching him, but because of a traitor, they failed.

The tracking had to continue.

Then, they discovered this world... an almost perfect world.

Because, there is something in this world that can shield against the erosion of hoarfrost.

For example, they cannot open any portal in the land except Han Shen.

They can't do it, and neither can Bai Shuang.

Therefore, as long as they conquer this place and move the entire ethnic group here, they can avoid the attack of hoar frost and save their compatriots who are about to perish.

Even if it is stained with countless blood of the aboriginal people.

What they don't care about is that as noble as they are, they look down on humans. In their eyes, they are an extremely lowly race.

"Click."

Ilerith's giant hammer finally brought the final end to the life of this weirwood tree.

All the Wild Hunt soldiers present could feel that the aura that made them uncomfortable finally dissipated.

This node, and the barrier it brought, completely disappeared.

This also means...

Illerith turned his attention to the lonely castle trapped in the wind and snow.

Their war is about to begin again.

The sapphire on the top of the staff in Caranthir's hand suddenly glowed with ice-blue light.

As the person with the highest attainments in magic among the entire Wild Hunt army.

He begins to communicate the magic of this world.

They drove out the power of the old gods here.

This created this land and turned it into a "terrain" in another sense.

Therefore, they can fill it with their own strength.

And those who come after them will not be able to take back this land unless they defeat them.

The magic power was transformed into cold magic, and finally, in the open space in front of Caranthir, a portal was opened, located in the city of the Last Hearth.

The Wild Hunt soldiers who had been prepared for a long time stepped into these portals with evil smiles and long blades that were made with fine craftsmanship and shone coldly under the light.

The hounds, growling lowly, followed closely behind.

These almost magical creatures are not afraid of any attack.

Because they don't have such emotions at all.

Then, an attack battle from the inside out began.

"Crowfood" Morse is indeed a battle-hardened veteran.

Although he didn't understand at all why these guys appeared in the city.

But this did not prevent him from commanding the army in an orderly manner and began to fight against these opponents who were similar in size to his own.

The fighting started in the afternoon and lasted all day.

Only a few hundred elderly veterans ended up in Hearth City. In the end, they were defeated after causing their opponents to pay nearly three-digit casualties.

But compared to the tragic situation in Kaho City, they are obviously worthy of praise.

"Crowfood" Mors died in the battle. His brother, Hother Umber, led more than a hundred defeated soldiers to break out of the city gate and fled towards Winterfell.

The Wild Hunt failed to catch up with them.

Because in order to cover their escape, the remaining living people tried their best to entangle them.

When the last northern veteran holding a long sword and covered in blood was smashed in the head by Illerith with a hammer.

Finally, Hearth City's resistance came to an end.

This northernmost castle in the north fell.

However, the fire still exists, Lord Jon Umber and his son in the south are still alive, and the inheritance of the Umber family is unbroken.

That's a good thing.

If you think of this war as a coloring game on a map.

So, the current Wild Hunt army, they use black to represent it, so.

Now, looking at the map of the entire northern border, their control range is a large area east and north of the entire Mojiang River and south of the newly added land.

Although with the strength of the Wild Hunt army, their actual control would not be that great.

But from the perspective of magic possession, it is indeed the case.

The Three-Eyed Crow has lost one-tenth of its territory in the north.

This was a huge blow to Him.

Now, compared to his peak, his strength has dropped significantly.

Like before, hiding in dreams and causing a great slumber throughout the North, this kind of thing is completely impossible for Brynden Rivers, the Three-Eyed Raven, to do now.

He became weak.

Of course, the Three-Eyed Crow knew about the final attack on Hearth City.

But again, there is nothing He can do.

This is not his predecessor, the powerful Targaryen dynasty that ruled the Seven Kingdoms.

As the Prime Minister, if he wants, he has the ability to summon a powerful army to crush any enemy.

As long as the king agrees.

But now, he is just a mascot with little military power and trapped in Winterfell.

For this land in the north, He neither rules nor rules.

All power lies solely in the hands of Clay Manderly in the South.

Moreover, the entire Northern Territory has little potential for war.

War has exhausted this land.

…

After completely occupying the City of Last Hearth, the leader of the team, Ilerith, was not in a good mood worthy of discussion.

Because of this battle, their losses were not a serious injury to the entire Wild Hunt army, but they were definitely not a trivial matter.

They have difficulty reproducing, although their lifespans are long enough.

Compared with the average age in Westeros, which is probably thirty years old, this is a disadvantage they cannot change.

After one Westerosi warrior dies, a couple can build several new ones in less than twenty years.

However, for the Wild Hunt army, this timeline may drag on for a long time.

Therefore, their army doctrine focuses entirely on blitzkrieg.

Because they simply cannot afford the cost of a war of attrition.

Even if it were ten or twenty Westeros people for one of them, they wouldn't be able to bear it.

It's not that there's anything wrong with their aesthetics, they have to make their armor look like that.

There is only one core idea, and that is deterrence.

Fear will quickly weaken the opponent's will to fight. In this way, their losses will be reduced during the conquest of the Wild Hunt.

If everyone fights against them, it will be like the battle that just ended.

Then, the Wild Hunt's external conquests could no longer be sustained.

Because all his soldiers were dead.

After this battle, statistics showed that the exchange ratio between them and these aborigines was six to one.

This is an almost unacceptable number.

The raids, the assistance of the hounds, and their magic.

That's the exchange ratio.

Don't forget, their equipment level is also better than that of this group of troops who are actually the second and third line of the final Hearth City.

In other words, remove all these disadvantages.

After the indigenous people became familiar with their combat mode.

In a head-to-head confrontation between the Wild Hunt army and the elite indigenous troops, the exchange ratio may approach the number one infinitely.

Thinking of this, Ileris couldn't be in a good mood.

Eredin, their king, would definitely kill himself if he fought such a war in the future.

Caranthir was also silent. His magic consumption was very large, after all, he was supporting the entire battlefield.

He was extremely impressed by the fearlessness of these aborigines.

He was so brave that he had already stabbed him with the knife and was bleeding profusely, but he still had to fight his own soldiers for the last time.

Just a bunch of lunatics.

If this vast land were filled with such lunatics.

They have to think carefully about the cost of conquering this land.