Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

The sacred forest is as quiet as ever. The thick tree trunks support a large sea of ​​leaves of various styles, floating in the space more than three meters above the ground.

This place is close to the ancient wolf den that no one in White Harbor wants to come to. Clay's arrival may be the first visitor to this ancient forest today.

The last time, before he left for the Twins, he shared the bottle of low-quality ale full of memories with Sir Bartimus, the commander of the White Sea Guards.

Now, Sir Bartimus has stayed away from this forest and returned to his fiefdom, but Clay has returned here to communicate with the power of the old gods believed in in the north again.

With his excellent senses, Clay quickly passed through the periphery of the godswood and saw the ancient heart tree in the center. At the foot of the tree was still the pool, just as he remembered.

After bypassing the pool, Clay came to the foot of the Heart Tree. The purple-red leaves swayed above his head, making a rustling sound as the leaves rubbed against each other.

Coupled with this quiet and beautiful environment, it would have been a fascinating world, but Clay knew very well that the ancient heart tree in front of him, full of traces of time, was an eye of the Three-Eyed Crow planted here.

When the Three-Eyed Crow left last time, it left enough magic here. Clay didn't have time to extract it at the time, and then he went south non-stop. Now, it's finally time to take away this gift.

The palm of his hand gently pressed against the cold bark of the Heart Tree. Clay's Demon Hunter system expanded on his retinas as he thought. He called up his own magic pool and began to extract magic power from the Heart Tree for the second time.

Unlike last time, Clay himself was almost exploded by the surging magic power. Now, he can effectively control the infusion of magic power.

Although the magic pool itself does not show an upper limit, Clay's own body has a limit.

The Three-Eyed Crow, that is, the magic power of the old god, is itself complex. In Clay's opinion, it seems to be a fusion of many powers. He cannot use these powers directly and must be cleaned from the system's magic pool before he can use them.

If this kind of magic was used directly, Clay had a hunch that if he drank the grass decoction under such circumstances, even if ten of him were there to help, it would not be enough for Kristen to die alone.

According to the theory of the Three-Eyed Crow, this is that under different magic systems, different magic powers are, to magical creatures, poisons that cannot be cured in this world.

Clay estimated that if he didn't have the Witcher System as a filter, he probably wouldn't be able to use the power of the old gods at all.

Magic power is slowly poured in, and the number of the magic power pool in the system is also constantly beating. Originally, there was only 80 points of magic power in stock, but Clay is preparing to reserve more than 200 points this time.

Because the success rate itself increased by 10%, he spent less magic power to increase the success rate and ensure Krissen's life.

In addition to immunity from fertility problems and a series of side effects such as cat eyes, more than two hundred magic points are enough for him to create two demon hunters.

Anyway, at this stage, he can use the magic power of the Three-Eyed Crow however he wants. There is no need to use too much magic power at once. He still remembers the painful feeling of the magic power filling his body the last time he was in the godswood of Winterfell. .

Magic power surged, and Clay continued to extract magic power. He knew that the Three-Eyed Crow could feel his current movements. To a certain extent, his current behavior was equivalent to plucking his feathers. Can he not feel it?

Outside the Great Wall, there is a hidden cave.

The three-eyed crow, entangled by countless vines like a dead tree, opened his blood-red single eye, twisted his stiff head, and looked towards the south.

"Why, when my power enters your body, I can no longer feel it? The more secrets you have, the more frightened I am. Even my Lord doesn't know who is behind you. It really worries me, strange God’s agent…”

Silent whispers shuttled through the dark space, carrying deep doubts and fears.

The Three-Eyed Crow has observed the heresy in this northern land countless times, but to this day, he still has not gained anything. What kind of power is it, he urgently wants to know.

…

Half an hour passed before Clay finally stopped his movements and withdrew his hand from the rough-textured tree trunk.

He has accumulated two hundred and twenty points of magic power, which is enough for him to use next.

"Okay, let's call it a day. It's time for me to go back. If I don't show up at White Harbor for a long time, I don't know how many people will be anxious. Tsk, it's really true. It hasn't been this important in the past ten years."

After mocking himself, Clay turned around and walked back. His witcher senses allowed him to clearly identify the footprints. It has to be said that the witcher senses are also very useful against road warriors.

Others rely on directions when walking, and there is no one else who relies on footprints to get home.

Returning the way he came, he walked out of the godswood. The horses he left outside were still grazing leisurely there.

It’s not just how honest the folk customs of White Harbor are, but the mermaid family emblem painted on the saddle and poncho, which makes it immune to the covetousness of others.

He got on the horse's back and touched the mane on the horse's neck. Clay kicked his feet lightly, and the war horse that had been trained for a long time immediately took four hooves and ran towards the new castle under Clay's control. stand up.

For Kerrison, he never expected that with just one word from Master Clay, he would be taken to the Poseidon Tower, the core building of the Mandalay family, and directly meet the leader of the Mandalay clan, Earl Wyman.

After understanding Krison's purpose, the old man immediately realized that the young man in front of him was the first person chosen by his grandson.

Although he didn't know why he was the only one, Count Wyman completely believed in his grandson.

"Take him underground. There is a room painted with red paint next to the weapons depot. You know the place." Earl Wyman said to the guard.

Seeing the guard nodding, he looked at Kristen, with a smile on his red face:

"Boy, follow my guards and wait somewhere. Kid Klein should be back to find you soon."

Kristen nodded blankly. He actually didn't know the purpose of being brought here. Count Wyman knew the doubts in his heart very well.

But it would be better for Clay to talk about this specifically. After all, he is his personal guard, and he cannot help him with everything.

For Clay, this is indeed the case. What these guards will face in the future is far more than any noble guard. It would be extremely inappropriate not to bear his mark.

After riding his war horse all the way up, Clay returned to the courtyard and handed the horse over to his attendant. Now, he was going to the Witcher Mutation Room that the old man had prepared for him.

Now, he is full of magic power and has the decoction in hand. It can be said that everything is ready, except for a mutation.