Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 300 Returning to the Great Wall
Clay didn't want to see women cry, it was boring.

He was not afraid of Caitlin Tully's revenge on him, after all, what he did in the South was worthy of anyone.

As long as she did a little research, she knew that Robb Stark's death had nothing to do with her Bronze Star.

In this case, I returned Rob Stark's body to them, and my mission was completed.

The rest has nothing to do with me.

And what I have to do now is to fly to the Great Wall as soon as possible.

Jon Snow Riddler, if you don't see him and ask him in person, some details are missing, but it's a troublesome thing.

Clay was heading north, fast.

Gelesos and him have slowly adapted to move freely under the cover of this high-concentration old god's magic power.

Before dusk, Clay had already seen the Great Wall lying at the end of the world like a monster.

The sun was blocked by thick clouds, and only when Gelesos flew above the clouds did Clay know that it was almost sunset.

In his vision of magical power, the power of the old gods here is stronger than that node in Winterfell.

Clearly, the crux lies ahead.

Except for him, everyone didn't know that in the ghost forest outside the Great Wall, in a deep hole, there was a lone ghost who should have died long ago.

All this, Clay felt that he should have an explanation for himself.

I don't know how many people on the Great Wall are still awake. Most of the famous night watchman army died of frostbite after falling asleep, which is probably an anecdote in the world.

Gelesos growled, it was reminding its master that this place made it feel a little dangerous.

Of course Clay knew something was wrong.

In fact, he knew very well that what was more serious was probably the cave where the Three-Eyed Crow outside the Great Wall was.

That place is the heart of everything.

"Gilesos, come down, you may not be able to help you with the next thing."

Clay touched the dragon's blue-gold scales, they were warm, not cold at all.

He kept telling himself, never let the dragon go out of the Great Wall.

After all, I don't know how the strange ghosts practice their javelins. It's obvious that something that moves at such a high speed, such as a dragon, has an extremely high hit rate.

Although Gelesos is a whole circle bigger than Daenerys's Drogon, it can't directly block the ice spear shot through the dragon's neck.

Its dragon scales are not that thick yet.

With the Great Wall at an impasse, the White Walkers would theoretically be unable to get through, so they still have time.

If you really send a dragon to the White Walkers, it's over.

Although Gelesos felt that his master underestimated him, as an obedient guy, he chose to stay nearby.

"Remember, don't fly over that wall, no matter what happens to me, don't do it, understand?"

Before leaving, Clay touched the tip of Gelesos' nose and instructed.

What responded to him was a heavy puff.

The dragon turned his head away from him.

Clay smiled, turned around, stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and headed towards Castle Black.

The snow is very thick, and it is very exhausting to do so.

But fortunately, Clay's mutation provided him with quite strong physical fitness, coupled with his growing body in the past two years, he could have the physical strength to walk under Castle Black.

Black walls, white snow.

Half of Castle Black was almost buried by snow.

Apparently, it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Clay doesn't know what's going on with the Night Watch Corps, it won't be very good anyway.

Walking to the door, Clay stared at Castle Black's wooden gatehouse facing south.

Suddenly, as if he had a premonition, he slowed down, and in the next second, a long feathered arrow pierced through the snow in front of his eyes.

Only the outermost feathered nocks are left.

Clay didn't mean to be nervous at all. If someone shoots an arrow at him, it proves that the castle is still functioning.

This is a good thing.

If it becomes a no-man's land for Clay, it will be difficult.

The door didn't open, and the man thought he was well hidden, but Clay had already captured his location through the witcher's senses.

The gatekeepers who hid in the bunker next to the tower watched for a long time from below, but they couldn't figure out who the person who popped out of nowhere on the ice field outside Castle Black was.

Certainly not Savage.

The wildling has been crushed by Clay Manderly, and has lost the courage to fight against the night watchman.

Moreover, the attire on this guy looks like a typical Westeros aristocratic attire.

Even if such a set of clothes is given to the savages, they will not be able to wear this kind of smell.

"Who are you!"

shouted the soldier.

"Please open the door, I am Clay Manderly, the heir of White Harbor."

Here, the identity of the commander of the coalition forces in the Hejian land in the north is not good, and it is not as useful as the heir of Baigang.

After waiting for a while, the dark wooden door slowly opened inward.

Two guys in black night watchman coats came out with torches.

Clay noticed that their other hand was always on the hilt of the long sword at their waist.

Two people, one older and one younger.

The old one, with gray hair like steel needles, looked at Clay with a pair of hawk-like eyes.

"Boy, you said you were Clay Manderly?"

Clay has been to Castle Black, but has not had any detailed contact with the people here, so he has no idea who the person in front of him is.

"Yes."

"how to prove?"

"I need to prove it to you?"

This was not polite, but the older middle-aged man grinned, with an ugly smile.

"You do not need."

He said.

"What are you doing at Castle Black?"

"There are some things in Jon Snow's letter that I need to confirm with him."

Hearing this, Alliser Thorne knew that the young man dressed as an aristocrat in front of him was really Clay Manderly, the heir of White Harbor.

He didn't understand why Clay had come.

But that didn't stop him from getting out of the way.

"Come in, it's going to be dark soon, when the time comes, the wind and snow outside will freeze even mammoths to death."

Clay nodded and followed behind the two torches.

"Your side..."

"the same."

Alliser Thorne grunted.

Clay understood.

"Where is Jon Snow, I want to see him right now."

Alliser Thorne just plodded along like a bull trying to charge into a snowstorm.

"You want to find Lord Xue Nuo? Heh... He fell asleep."

Alliser Thorne bites hard on the title Lord Snow.

Obviously, the relationship between the two is very bad.

Eddie next to him explained in a low voice:
"Jon Snow suddenly fell into a coma some time ago, and couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed."

"It's the same as it is now."

"After he woke up suddenly, he didn't know what happened, so he went directly to Maester Aemon and the Lord Commander."

"Later we found out that he was going to send some news to you."

"Afterwards, four or five days ago, he suddenly fell asleep and fell to the ground again, and then, brothers of the night watchman, fell asleep on a large scale."

"Ser Alliser thinks it was Jon who brought the curse of the gods."

"But later, after sending people to find a way to get in touch with Last Hearth City, I found out that the same situation was happening on their side, so I realized that it wasn't Jon's problem."

It seems that the situation here is similar to other places in the North.

Arriving at the outskirts of the command tower, Clay looked around, and found that there were still hundreds of people in Castle Black in theory. In the approaching night, the lights that could be seen were very limited.

Here it is closer to the source, and the power of the old gods in the air is stronger.

"Your commander-in-chief is still awake?"

Alliser Thorne didn't answer, opened the door, and made a nobleman's invitation.

"Go in, Lord Mandalay."

He spoke slowly.

Then, he yawned.

Pushing open the door, a very obvious hot air rushed in.

Apparently, the fireplace was lit here.

The first floor was empty, and Clay was sure there was no one there.

The door closed behind him.

It's not a setting that once you come in, you can't get out.

However, at the end of this world, every trace of the warmth of Castle Black is extremely precious.

On the second floor, Clay saw Jon Snow placed on a plank bed.

And across from him, across a fireplace with only a little flame, was the figure of Lord Commander Mormont, nestled in a chair.

Seeing Clay coming up, Lord Commander Mormont didn't speak, but kept looking at him.

In his eyes, Clay read a look that was neither unexpected nor unexpected.

"Long time no see, Lord Clay Manderly."

"Also, it's good news to see that you haven't fallen asleep."

Clay replied.

Then, he walked to the empty chair beside him and sat down.

Lord Commander Mormont didn't ask Clay how he got here.

The fact of the matter is that Clay is already here.

"Do you know what this is all about?"

He asked a question of utmost concern.

All fools know that what is happening in front of them can no longer be described by human power.

Whoever had this kind of power would have been king of the Seven Kingdoms long ago.

Lord Commander Mormont couldn't imagine what it was if it wasn't a human being.

After all, gods are too far away from people, and this kind of sudden approach will always catch people off guard and put them on guard.

"I probably know, but I can't be sure, so I came to find Jon Snow who wrote to me."

Clay pointed helplessly at the sleeping person on the bed, not knowing what to say.

"Can you talk to me?"

Clay shook his head.

"It's not that I didn't tell you, but you listened. It's not a good thing for you."

"My lord commander, please tell me first what Jon Snow told you at that time. Try not to lose the details, preferably the original words."

The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch glanced at him.

It's been almost half a year since we last met this Clay Mandalay, but the confidence and arrogance in his words are even more unabated than last time.

This kind of situation can only show that he has won many or great victories in the south.

"Well...it's like this..."

Lord Commander Mormont, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, told Clay in detail about Jon Snow's situation at that time, expressing every word he said at that time as much as he could.

Clay listened quietly.

There was not much useful information in the words, and Lord Commander Mormont didn't ask Jon Snow for anything useful.

If he didn't know very well that Eddard Stark's bastard son would not be aimless, this letter that looked like nonsense would never have left Castle Black and headed south at all.

"Commander-in-Chief, can you go outside the Great Wall now?"

Clay asked.

(End of this chapter)