Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Benjen Stark, almost with Hother Umber, fled to Winterfell.

Hose Amber arrived first. He was like a frightened bird on the way, and his legs were broken as he ran.

The fall of Hearth City and the tragic death of "Crowfood" Morse Umber were still replaying in his mind.

He was not afraid of death. At his age, he might not see the sun the next day at any time.

Although the nearest Winterfell can't see the sun at all.

For him, he suffered such a heavy defeat, his family castle was captured, his army was routed, and they were unable to fight back.

This was what Hose Amber couldn't accept.

There are some people in the North who really value the honor of being a warrior more than anything else.

The same goes for family honor.

The red banner of the Roaring Giant of House Umber came feebly to the gate of Winterfell.

Before these warriors who had narrowly escaped death could take a breath, their horses began to stir uneasily.

The overly tense nerves made these guys instinctively draw out the bloody swords from their waists.

However, they did not find any enemies.

When they looked at each other head on, a huge sound of flapping wings resounded in the sky.

A huge blue-gold dragon appeared from the thick clouds.

The huge membrane wings blocked the already dim morning light, plunging most of Winterfell into darkness.

Some horsemen stood up.

They sense a mortal threat and instinctively want to escape.

Their master had a firm grip on the reins, struggling to control them.

Then, raising his head, Ni stared blankly at the vigorous figure in mid-air.

The Winterfell soldiers who were in charge of receiving them at the door smiled at each other when they saw this scene.

A sense of superiority emerged in my heart.

I knew you would react like this.

After all, they were similar to these guys back then.

"My Gods, is that the dragon?"

Hose Amber muttered.

"Okay, don't be in a daze here, "Whore Nightmare", your Majesty and Lord Stark are waiting for you."

Sir Roderick, who was only slightly younger than Hose Umber, patted the guy on the shoulder and motioned for him to rush in and go to the castle.

After all, the current Winterfell is not a peaceful place.

After Clay Manderly arrived at Winterfell, he immediately took over the military power of the entire Northern Territory.

After figuring out the current situation in the north, he immediately sent a message to the Twins, asking Daenerys to sit there and be alert to other directions at any time.

Then, he ordered Earl Jon Amber to lead five thousand people to immediately go north for reinforcements.

It's not that Clay only has this few people.

Instead, troops were needed in the valley and in the direction of Harrenhal.

Riverrun City, as the gateway to contain the Western Territory, also needs defenders.

Therefore, Clay only has more than 20,000 mobile forces left.

There are more than 20,000 people, in order to form an absolute suppression of any other party, so there are not many people who can move.

Fortunately, the progress of conquering the valley is accelerating.

When all the nobles bring their armies to the Twins, then the tens of thousands of people stationed in the valley will be freed to reinforce the northern border.

There is no way, this is the situation in the Riverlands. The four battles must be defended everywhere because there are no natural geographical advantages to rely on.

"Well, it's just...just a little surprising."

Hose Amber came back to his senses, glanced at Sir Roderick, nodded, and followed him towards the castle.

Sir Roderick glanced up and repeated in a low voice with emotion:

"Yeah, surprising..."

…

Brynden Rivers, now in front of Clay, has lost his equal identity.

The previous question left Brynden Rivers speechless.

Gabbert Glover's failure was indeed mixed with some of Brynden Rivers' selfish motives.

But if he insists that he wants to send these five thousand people to the Wild Hunt army to be destroyed, it would be an injustice to him.

He has this ability, but he is not that stupid.

However, after being a god for a hundred years, he lost his sensitivity to the battlefield.

Moreover, His misjudgment of the enemy was also a factor that caused failure and could not be ignored.

But for Clay, this just doesn't make sense.

Since you are unreliable, you need me to clean up your mess.

So, I'm sorry, during this period of time, you just stay in the rear and act as a radar for me. For the rest, you don't even have a Bronze Star relationship with you.

The Three-Eyed Raven could only agree.

Because He is more concerned about the attacks from enemies in the north.

Every time a weirwood tree is chopped off, His power is greatly weakened.

Yesterday, He had already felt that the cold and evil power had appeared in the land grant.

When others heard his words, they would think that the Duke of Winterfell had lost his mind and gone crazy.

Only Clay could understand what He was saying.

So, behind closed doors, Brynden Rivers finally no longer had to hold things in his heart.

This time the remnants of the Amber family arrived, and Brynden Rivers paid great attention to them.

After all, only they know the true identity of the servants of the Cold God, not even him, the representative of the old god.

Moreover, now the servants of the Cold God have entered the land grant.

When you spread out the map, you can tell that this is equivalent to severing the connection between Winterfell and the Great Wall.

Ordinary ravens without any magic power were able to maintain contact.

But this situation is not permanent after all.

If they can't open this passage as soon as possible, there will be a problem with the Great Wall.

Tsk tsk, what happened during the last crisis night.

There is no guarantee that the Three-Eyed Crow will not return to this world.

At that time, humans throughout Westeros united together to repel the Cold God's invasion.

And this time...

Westeros is so divided right now.

He and Clay Mandler encountered that fatal problem.

Fight outside or stay inside?

According to what Clay Mandler communicated with Him these days.

He wanted to stabilize the interior first, sit on the throne, integrate the power of the entire Westeros, personnel, materials, food and grass, etc., and work together to put out the Cold God's southward march this time.

However, the Three-Eyed Crow himself insisted that humans could no longer retreat in the face of the Cold God's attack.

Once it snowballs, the entire northern border may be destroyed.

To put it bluntly, the interests of the two people are actually not consistent.

Although Clay Manderly's base includes White Harbor, he puts more resources into running the Twins.

In other words, even if the entire northern border is lost, for Clay, it is just a matter of changing from strategic defense and efforts to strategic stalemate, and accumulating strength for a strategic counterattack.

However, for Brynden Rivers, he would not be able to withstand this wave of attacks from the Cold God.

Then His own existence may be questionable.

There is no way to reach agreement on this issue.

Because the Three-Eyed Crow has too little to offer.

The intervention of the Wild Hunt army caused him to be in a hurry now.

The defense system originally based on the Great Wall ended up being taken advantage of.

At this time, all the preparations on the front line were ineffective.

Clay led his army to fight south, which objectively led to the emptiness of the northern border.

As a result, the Wild Hunt's army rushed in, leading to the current dilemma of the Great Wall and Winterfell being cut off by land.

…

Hother Umber saw Clay Manderly sitting in the middle of the long table in the hall of the main castle of Winterfell.

Beside the uncrowned king, members of the Stark family sat in order according to their status.

This is a more formal meeting.

More ceremonial than practical.

Under normal circumstances, the master of Winterfell would receive nobles from afar like this.

So this time Clay did the same.

But Hose Amber obviously doesn't have the time to care about this.

Although he has never seen Clay's appearance, this battle.

The person who can sit in the center of the Stark family must be Clay Manderly, the theoretical king of the riverlands, the north and the valley.

"His Majesty."

Hose Amber saluted.

Clay nodded.

"Lord Umber, welcome to Winterfell."

he replied.

"Your Majesty, please be careful. Those enemies, they... they will definitely come towards Winterfell. Please prepare in advance."

Hose Amber was obviously impatient and left no time for small talk.

Clay looked at Brynden Rivers, who was sitting on his left and had a very ugly expression.

"We will discuss those matters later, Ser Amber."

Brynden Rivers said this.

Seeing the anxious look on Hose Amber's face, he thought that he didn't take it seriously at all, so he explained a little more and said:

"Your Majesty has learned that Earl Glover has returned to support Winterfell, and part of the main force in the south is heading north quickly."

Hose Amber looked at Clay and was slightly relieved after receiving Clay's nod.

"Sir Amber, you and your soldiers are on the run. Please rest first. After you have rested, come to my place and we will discuss this matter again."

Clay said.

Then, he stood up and ended the ceremonial meeting.

Galesos was flying in the air and discovered a group of embarrassed cavalry coming from the wolf forest.

Due to the close distance, Clay could roughly sense what Galesos meant.

Apparently, there was more than one group of guests at Winterfell.

…

In the evening, Clay and Brynden Rivers met the two unlucky guys Hose Umber and Benjen Stark in Eddard Stark's study.

"Bran, you have changed really a lot."

Benjen Stark attempts to get close to Brynden Rivers.

But the Three-Eyed Crow, who was in a bad mood, couldn't even squeeze out a smile and ignored this nominal uncle at all.

He kept a cold face and said nothing.

Clay watched this scene quietly, and then said:

"Okay, now, there are just the four of us here. Let's talk about what you encountered. I don't believe that the prepared Last Hearth City will fall so easily."

Hose Amber had calmed down by this time.

He knew that every word he said now would provide extremely valuable reference for the next war.

Therefore, he did not dare to neglect.

After all, thinking about it now, those "people"'s attack on Last Hearth City still made him frightened.

"Your Majesty, we were not defeated defending the city."

Hose Amber said through gritted teeth.

"In fact, we don't think those guys climbed over the city wall and entered the city at all."

"Lord Stark reminded us, so we are pretty sure that before those guys appeared in the city, they didn't even appear in our field of vision."

If other people heard these words, they would definitely think it was pure nonsense.

But Clay was not surprised.

If the opponent is really the Wild Hunt, it doesn't matter why they came.

Clay is very familiar with the teleportation magic these guys use.

He glanced at Brynden Rivers next to him calmly.

Clay found that the old boy's expression was serious, with some distress and confusion in it.

This shows that He did not discover how these two castles were lost.

Um……

It seems that the Wild Hunt has a way of blocking the Three-Eyed Crow's vision.

So, is this a love-in-love affair between a spy satellite and a rift generator?

Clay complained slightly in his mind.

At this time, he heard Hose Amber continue to say:

"We have been setting up defenses on the city wall, but those guys appeared directly in the city and were unprepared. Our soldiers deserved to rush to fight these things that broke into the castle."

Brynden Rivers interrupted:

"You said...thing, Sir Hother Umber, tell me, are the people you are fighting against? Or something else?"

"It's a human being, or it looks like a human being, but..."

Hose Amber organized his words and then said:

"How should I put it? The communication between these guys wearing strange armor is definitely not a common language. As for whether they are from Essos, I don't know."

"Moreover, they will drive something I have never seen before... something like a disabled shadow lynx that has shrunk in half. That thing is very powerful and seems to have no pain."

"Lurking in the shadows, many of our soldiers were bitten to death by it."

Clay was enlightened.

In the end, Hearth City certainly didn't capture any prisoners of the Wild Hunt, or get a chance to view their bodies.

It turns out that these guys are ghosts wandering around the worlds.

But with the help of navigators, they can physically descend on other worlds.

These guys are not humans themselves, they are elves.

If I had to say it, the difference in appearance can indeed be seen at a glance, including the pointed ears.

But when you put on armor, you are carrying one head on two shoulders, so who is afraid of whom?

Therefore, Clay can especially understand Hose Amber's description.

If it were him, he would have said the same thing if he didn't have this prerequisite knowledge.

"I brought one of the thing you mentioned."

Benjen Stark, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

Not long after, a hideous corpse that smelled of sulfur appeared in the study.

This thing was brought in covered with a cloth.

Benjen Stark also hopes to use this thing to convince Clay Manderly and Bran to help defend the Great Wall.

When Clay saw this thing, he felt happy.

Isn’t this a wild hunting dog?

long time no see.

Memory, he didn't know how many times he had killed this thing.

But now that I actually see it, I am still a little amazed.

Compared to him, Brynden Rivers' face was so ugly that he was almost turning blue.

He felt the strong cold magic on this corpse that he had never seen before despite all his dream memories.

The most important thing is that this cold magic can now be sensed at close range.

He realized that this was actually a kind of cold magic that was different from the Cold God.

Is this a big deal?

Is there an extra cold god in this world?

The Three-Eyed Crow was dying of anxiety.

He also glanced at Clay Mandler.

God is there, completely indifferent.

Brynden Rivers gritted his teeth.