Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Clay was not interested in the banquet that was about to start. The only thing that interested him was probably the delicious food at the banquet.

The physical conditions of Winterfell are worse than those of White Harbor, but the quality of the kitchen is indeed surprisingly good. Of course, it may also be related to Clay getting tired of eating fish every day in White Harbor.

In order to get out early, Clay, who was originally placed at the table near the main table, took his plate after eating for a short time and left for the long table near the gate where the guards gathered.

"Clay, why are you here?"

The speaker was Jon Snow who was mixed in the crowd. This usually taciturn boy was smelling of alcohol and asked Clay with some blurry eyes.

"I can't help it. I can't understand the jokes made by the kings and adults. I feel like a fool sitting there."

Clay spread his hands and pointed to the seat he had just left.

"Indeed, you can still leave. Look at Rob. Sitting there, he almost chewed his fork, right?" Jon pointed at Rob, who looked unusually reserved opposite the queen on the main table, grinning and drank to himself. A swig of wine.

On weekdays, Duke Eddard rarely lets his children drink, but today no one cares about him.

Clay took a grilled, fragrant chicken wing from the table and threw it to the white direwolf nesting under the table. This direwolf named Ghost had become familiar with Clay these days.

With smooth movements, the wolf caught the chicken wing before it landed in his mouth, lay down at Clay's feet and started chewing.

Clay liked Pan, the white wolf, and Bai Ling did not resist Clay's touch.

Under Jon's resentful gaze, Clay became more and more energetic, and Ghost was touched until he lay on the floor and purred comfortably.

"Is this your wolf, young man?"

Someone asked a question from behind Clay. Clay looked up and heard Jon's words: "Uncle Benyan!"

He already knew who was coming, so he stood up and looked back at the tall black-clad night watchman standing behind him.

"No, this is Jon's wolf. You sit down and I'll go outside for a walk. It would be disgraceful to vomit after drinking too much wine."

Clay took the opportunity to leave his seat. The chief ranger, who was full of wind and snow, didn't know Clay at all. He just regarded him as an ordinary guard, nodded to him lightly, and sat down to chat with Jon.

Sneaking out of the hall, pretending to be drunk and quickly returning to his room, Clay scooped up a small basin of cold water from the water tank to sober himself up.

Picking up the small bundle of clothes, Clay opened the door and walked in the direction of the godswood very naturally.

Sure enough, Clay's guess was correct. The Stark family attached great importance to the king's security. Duke Eddard transferred most of the guards to the halls of Winterfell. The places where there were sentries along the way were now deserted.

Arriving at the entrance to the godswood, Clay finally spotted two Stark family guards wearing mail from afar, but these were the only two, and they were dealing with the burritos in their hands, and they were very focused. .

good chance!

Clay immediately walked away from the door. The wall of the godswood on the side of Winterfell was relatively low. The moon was dark and the wind was high. It was a good time to kill... ah no, it was a good time to climb over the wall.

It went very smoothly. Clay climbed over the wall of Winterfell when the defense of the godswood was weakest. When his feet just stepped on the soft ground of the godswood, a faint smell of corruption suddenly penetrated the tip of his nose. .

It was the smell produced by layers of fallen leaves piled together. Large-scale leaf fall in summer is not a good sign.

Although it is still a long summer, as the Stark family language says: Winter is coming...

It was pitch black in front of him, with thick and thick black tree trunks occupying most of his sight, while the branches high up were piled together thinly and densely, blocking out the few moonlight. Clay moved forward cautiously, and he would be hit by the ground if he was not careful. Raised tree roots for tripping.

It was too dark and quiet here, and Clay always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness, which was as thick as ink and had been staring at him...

Clay somewhat understood why the people who once lived here had such obscure and unclear beliefs about the old gods. In this environment, people always have to find some hope in everything, and those who refer to A clear deity cannot satisfy their needs.

Clay walked on the short road for nearly half an hour, passing through seemingly endless leaves. Clay finally saw the ancient weirwood tree standing quietly in the dark, cold water.

It's strange that there is no other vegetation growing around this weirwood tree, which may be the largest in the North. Clay guessed that the Stark family may have cut down all the surrounding trees. After all, it is a place where the lord often comes, and it must be spacious. Some.

In the moonlight, the tall weirwood tree trunks looked silvery, and the originally crimson leaves were forced to bow their heads and turn themselves black at night.

Taking a deep breath, Clay stepped forward. Whether his magic pool could be replenished or not was a one-shot deal!

Ignoring the eerie face on the tree trunk that looked eerie in the moonlight, Clay finally came to the heart tree. In the dark, he had a feeling that this face seemed to be staring at him, but he couldn't control it at this moment. So many.

He took off his fine leather gloves and stretched out his hands to stick to the tree trunk.

The next second...

A huge and complex force rushed down Clay's arm into his defenseless body. This force was too violent, like a wild bull, and Clay almost lost consciousness for the first time.

Thoughts flashed, and the illusory dark blue system unfolded before his eyes. Clay gritted his teeth and stared at the numbers behind the magic pool with his bloodshot eyes.

"75..." The number didn't move.

But the next moment, the number became 76, then 77, and then faster and faster!

While Clay was stunned, this number had already exceeded 100, and was still rising at a faster rate.

His ears were filled with buzzing sound, and Clay couldn't hear the rustling sound of tens of thousands of leaves of the huge heart tree that was moving in the windless environment.

After a few breaths, Clay's magic pool had accumulated more than 150 points of magic power. This was already more than double the magic power that Clay had stored when he first had the system. It could already push the success rate of the Green Grass Trial to the limit and save immunity. Two negative effects.

Clay wanted to stop, but he found that he couldn't. His hands seemed to be firmly pressed on the tree trunk, almost merging with the heart tree.

Magic power is still pouring in, and the greedy magic power pool seems to have no upper limit, but Clay's body is about to be unable to hold on.

A strange feeling of obstruction filled his whole body. Clay breathed hard, but the oxygen he breathed in was like a turtle crawling in his lungs. He was like a person who was about to drown, and his face slowly turned pale.

"Fuck." A beautiful language that did not belong to this world came out of Clay's mouth. After gaining a glimmer of clarity, Clay used all his strength to hit his head against the tree trunk.

Among the rustling leaves, there was first a heavy muffled sound, and then the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

Clay, who fell to the ground, gasped and looked at the extremely conspicuous number behind the magic pool, revealing a row of white teeth.

And far outside the Great Wall, in a deep cave, a blood-red eye suddenly opened in the darkness, and he let out a silent roar of anger, because just now, his largest eye in the north was actually Someone was hurt!

Invisible sound waves spread, and countless crows gathered in the cave fluttered their wings and flew into the sky in the dark night. They flew south with only one goal - Winterfell!

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