Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 297 The Sleeping Ship
"Danny, I probably know where the problem is in the north."

Clay said.

Daenerys is doing better, but clearly, she's still haunted by what just happened.

The overbearing invasion from the old god's magic power almost caused the fire magic in her blood to collapse.

If Clay hadn't used his magic to cover the outside, it would probably have a big problem.

"To tell you, it's a long story. It's very complicated, and it involves things behind this world."

Looking at Daenerys' confused eyes, Clay knew she didn't understand.

After all, in the eyes of more than 90.00% of the creatures in this world, the world is just a layer in front of them.

As for the game behind it, they can't see it, and they don't think about it.

But Clay understood.

However, the cost of communication here is also too high.

Not here, a few words can make it clear to Daenerys.

"Um……"

Daenerys is still in an uncomfortable state, so she didn't ask after Clay said so.

She knew that a person like Clay who rose up like lightning must have his secret behind it.

But Clay meant that it wasn't that he couldn't tell her, but that it was too time-consuming.

Therefore, Daenerys chose to believe him, believing that he would definitely tell her all this later.

Now, he has to do some things, and he is not feeling well, so he can't be together.

"I'll go back to Sunspear City first to stabilize the situation there, Clay, what are your arrangements for that side?"

Daenerys knew exactly what to do next.

"Tell Doran Martell, no matter whether the two stags choose to put down their weapons temporarily and join forces to deal with Dorne, or they will not die forever, strictly guard against Dorne, and when I finish taking care of the affairs in the north, he will have a chance of revenge."

"Tell him that you can show weakness when necessary, and how to do it. He understands what I mean."

It's not that Clay doesn't believe in the Dornish people, on the contrary, he knows exactly how much power he has in Dorne.

Not counting giant dragons, just considering it from a human point of view, an army of more than 3 to [-], no matter which direction it attacks from, is a force that can completely change the situation.

Originally, I had already stepped onto the dragon's back, so it was time for this force to take the stage.

As long as Clay successfully integrates the northern border and the riverlands, and then unites with Dorne to get rid of Lannister who has lost the main force, it will not be a problem.

Afterwards, there were two Baratheons who were still bullying each other for the throne, and the situation of the entire Seven Kingdoms became clear.

However, encountering such a thing this time made Clay faintly feel uneasy.

He never thought such a thing would happen.

Daenerys just felt uncomfortable and didn't know the reason behind it.

But from Clay's point of view, the magic power of the old gods spread directly to the neck, which is simply unbelievable.

The emergence of such a large-scale magic power, coupled with the fact that Clay has not received any news from the north for a long time.

This undoubtedly added to his uneasiness.

There has never been such a thing in memory.

Do those white things outside the Great Wall have so much energy?
Isn't their power blocked by the impenetrable Great Wall based on magic?
"Clay, no matter what you want to do in the north, remember, you must pay attention to yourself, our cause, I can't do it alone, do you understand?"

After Daenerys finished speaking, she jumped onto the back of the dragon, and the driver, Drogon, who was a little drowsy, soared into the sky.

Since she couldn't participate in the affairs in the north, she had to get to her proper place as soon as possible.

When the black dragon's figure completely disappeared from his sight, Clay took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the northern sky where there was no sunlight.

"Damn... Brynden Rivers, what on earth are you doing."

Both Daenerys and him have magical powers different from the old god system, so they can feel it intuitively.

As for the people in the north, if they don't have magic power and face this kind of magic "mist" covering the whole territory, what will happen? Clay really has to worry about what will happen to them.

He didn't intend to go directly to Winterfell.

As the core of the Northern Territory, where the Stark family is located, the influence there must be the strongest.

Clay decided to figure out what is going on with this huge magical power that doesn't know where it came from.

So, he drove Galesos and flew towards the location of White Harbor.

After all, my family is still there.

Another reason is that the population of White Harbor is complex, and the proportion of people who believe in the old gods may be the lowest in the entire northern territory.

Clay knew before that the Three-Eyed Raven's abilities were the lowest in White Harbor. Just look at the half-dead Heart Tree in the White Harbor Godswood.

Therefore, there will be the best place to start.

Moreover, it is also its own rear.

Now that the decision was made, Clay decided to immediately turn around and head east.

After all, White Harbor is in that direction.

This time, the moment he entered the northern border, he immediately felt the uncomfortable magic power again.

This thing seems to exist in the air, wandering around with the wind.

But the strange thing is that as soon as you reach the edge of the northern border, the magic power seems to hit an invisible wall, making it difficult to move forward.

"It's really strange, what limits the extension of magic power?"

Clay had heard from the Three-Eyed Crow that the power of the Old Gods was strictly limited to the North.

At the beginning, he just thought that this refers to the land in the northern border and some surrounding places that believe in the old gods.

Such as some ancient families in the valley and the riverland.

But I didn't expect that it would be so strictly restricted.

It's as if someone drew a line on the ground, and then the power of the old gods didn't dare to go one step further.

What makes Clay think deeply is the two completely different reactions between him and Daenerys.

Why is the owner of fire magic almost unable to move an inch here, just like suffering from altitude sickness.

And he himself, regarding this world shrouded in the power of the old gods, is tantamount to a heretic.

But why he, Gelesos, who grew up with his magic power, was much less affected.

Not to mention his anomaly, why would he reject fire magic so much after the power of the old gods really exploded.

When Melisandre came here, the power of the old gods was not revealed at all.

In Clay's impression, these two forces should not repel each other that much.

Now it seems that between them, I am afraid that ice and fire cannot coexist.

If you look at it this way, many things will have completely new explanations.

However, it was too late to think about it now.

See what's going on before making a plan.

Gelesos took him and flew over the Bite Bay.

There is not a very strong power of the old gods here, and Clay can hardly feel it.

But as he spent hours approaching White Harbor across Bite Bay, his feelings grew stronger.

Soon, he realized something was wrong.

Why is there not a single ship along the entire route of White Harbor?
It is actually not accurate to say that. The correct way to say it is that there is no ship that is sailing.

Just as he was thinking, Clay discovered a merchant ship stranded on the shore that clearly deviated from the channel.

Judging by the flag on it, it should be a ship from Braavos.

The sails were half down, and the huge hull was riding on the beach and the gravel on the shore, quietly, not a single ghost could be seen.

Clay frowned.

Makes no sense.

The entire Bite Bay is already under the full control of the Mandalay family.

These guys who can cross the narrow sea are all experienced old sailors, even if they encounter pirates or storms, they will not deviate to such an outrageous degree.

There must be other reasons.

Let's start with you.

Clay ordered Galesos to land on the beach.

The big blue-gold guy grew up near here when he was a child, so in the deep dragon's roar, Clay actually heard a little excitement.

It doesn't understand these things, so it just thinks this is an ordinary trip.

After all, no matter how magically constructed a creature is, its head is not enough to understand the world like a human being.

The soles of the feet are on the hard sand. Although due to various reasons, it is difficult to store snow here, the low temperature in the north still makes the water in the crevices of the gravel a slight ice crystal state.

Clay pulled out the Valyrian steel sword "Lady of Hollow Silence" that now belonged to him, um...let's call it this first, he hasn't decided to change the name yet.

The long sword danced with several sword flowers in his hand. Clay Mandler was also a master of sword use.

Holding the long sword, he slowly walked towards the big-bellied merchant ship stranded in front of him.

After all, he is a descendant of the Mandalay family, and Clay is quite familiar with things at sea.

With just one glance, he knew that the ship was definitely not intentionally stranded.

He looked at the damage to the hull, and then at the long traces that were dragged out from behind.

No matter how Clay looked at it, it seemed as if it was coming straight up.

What's happening here?
The crew is sleeping, the navigator is drinking too much, and the helmsman is dancing on the deck.

Isn't this suicide?
Climb aboard from the port side of the merchant ship that has already had a big hole.

When he came to the deck, Clay only glanced at it for the first time, and was taken aback.

Originally, he thought that there was no one on board.

However, he was very wrong.

All you see are people.

A group of people lying on the ground, life and death unknown.

Clay knew that the ship had not been stranded for long, so what happened on the ship must be recent.

The long sword in his hand tightened, and Clay slowly walked towards a guy leaning on a broken mast.

Typical Braavosi look.

There was a lot of wind on the deck, and I couldn't hear it clearly when I first came up, but now that I got closer, Clay's witcher senses finally caught a strange sound from the wind.

That voice, like... a dying person, snoring?

Well... yes, that's it.

With a thought in his heart, Clay stretched out his left hand, squatted down, and gently placed it on the man's neck full of dirt and grease.

really.

The man was still alive, and Clay had heard it right.

Because this guy actually fell asleep.

Clay stood up and walked towards the other messy crew members.

After some inspections, it was found that, except for some unlucky ones who died directly in the stranded collision, the rest of them almost fell into a deep sleep.

Clay noticed that their sleep was very strange.

Several people, when lying down, pressed one of their own arms, and what was presented to Clay now was a limb that was completely ischemic and necrotic.

In the ice and snow, the temperature has been completely lost.

Clay swung his sword down, chopping off a fellow's bloodless hand.

As for the injured person, a yellow liquid flowed out of the wound.

But people are still sleeping and have not woken up.

I'm in trouble...

Clay said to himself.

(End of this chapter)