Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

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"From the Wall, Jon Snow to Clay Manderly:"

"Although the matter is unbelievable, I personally believe it to be true."

"There is a great threat beyond the Wall, and Bran Stark and something represented by the pitch-black Three-Eyed Raven have warned me."

"There's more than one cold wind outside the wall, and it's not time to open the door yet."

"I don't understand the meaning of these two sentences, but please, whoever receives the letter, bring these words to Clay Mandalay."

"I swear on my reputation, the night watchman Jon Snow, that these words are not half fabricated, and Clay Manderly must know."

"There is no time!"

……

Folding the letter again, Clay leaned on the seat in the old man's study, silent for a long time.

He poured himself a glass of blond wine that had been badly frozen.

The bone-piercing wine rolled down his throat, making him shiver shiveringly.

Now, only this thing can make him think about the whole thing with the calmest mind.

It's weird in here.

First, why tell yourself?

From Clay's point of view, this is naturally no problem.

But from Jon Snow's point of view, his friendship with him, that is, the relationship of ordinary friends, he didn't know that Robb Stark was dead.

This letter, to Bran, to Rob, even to Catelyn, Theon Greyjoy, Clay can understand.

But naming myself by name can only explain one thing.

It wasn't Jon Snow's will, something made him do it.

According to the current situation, this thing is probably a three-eyed crow.

Based on this guess, the second strange point came, there was more than one cold wind outside the Great Wall, and Clay guessed about this.

Now that the system has appeared, although he hasn't used it for a long time.

But it certainly left him with a lot of possibilities for speculation.

Maybe the Knights of Outlander actually came, maybe they didn't.

But if it's really them, then things will get interesting.

With one wave of ups and downs and another wave of ups and downs, Clay is busy.

What Clay didn't understand was that it wasn't time to open the door yet.

open the door?What door to open?where is the door

Clay has read this sentence over and over many times, and he still doesn't understand it.

Is there a connection between crows and doors...?

This was his own problem, when he used the tiger skin as a banner, he was taken aback by the Three-Eyed Crow.

There are some things that the Three-Eyed Crow thinks he knows, but in fact he doesn't.

This led to the riddle-like words in front of him.

Finally, what does it mean to have no time?
What the hell is counting down?
To be honest, Clay had the urge to tear up the letter after reading it the first time.

Don't know riddle people should be court-martialed?

To sort it out, the Three-Eyed Crow did not know how to contact Jon Snow and asked him to bring a message to him.

The Outlander Knight has come, something wants to open his door, and he has no time.

The reason why Clay said there is something is because there is a cold god outside the Great Wall.

Maybe he just wanted to open the Three-Eyed Crow's blind box because his hands were itchy.

So... this is to ask for help?

Calculating the time, this happened at most a month ago.

There are also ravens on the Great Wall. Counting the time wasted by the messy things, when they arrived at Baigang, the ravens were lulled to sleep by the magic power of the old gods.

Come on, although the details are a mess, the general direction should be clear.

Clay walked out of Newcastle and came to the godswood outside the city of White Harbor, outside the wolf's lair.

He wanted to see if he could connect the heart tree and connect with the Three-Eyed Crow.

Hanshen's group of undead are not in the same group as Kretie, and the Three-Eyed Crow can be saved for the time being.

The palm was covered with his own magic power, and Clay stuck it in the entire White Harbor area, where the old god's magic power was the most powerful.

In his vision of magic power, this place is simply a sea of ​​gray magic power, so thick that it is about to drip water.

However, those who could be contacted through this method in the past are not able to do so now.

Nothing happened.

Clay frowned.

He has a feeling that this is like calling the other party who is busy, and he is probably busy now.

Gee, what a hassle.

Clay muttered.

He didn't go back to Baigang, and he stayed there to relieve the disaster. It was a temporary solution, not the root cause. It was the correct way to deal with the source as soon as possible.

So, Clay drove Gelesos and went directly north along the White Knife River.

Go to Winterfell first and put Robb Stark down.

Well, I won't have time to do it later.

The farther north the dragon goes, the lower the temperature, and the stronger the power of the old gods.

Clay has entered some small villages, and at least two-thirds of the people are asleep.

The remaining people are also drowsy and may close their eyes at any time.

Clay knew that the authority of the old gods included recording and retrospect, but what happened to this collective sleep?
It took half a day for Crayblad to soar over Winterfell.

Sure enough, this is the place where the magic power of the old gods is strongest in Clay's journey.

To be precise, it was the largest weirwood in the godswood forest in Winterfell.

Clay knew at the beginning that this thing was the eye nailed by the old gods on the northern land, but he didn't expect it to have the function it has now.

Originally, I thought that the Old God was a rotten guy, but now it seems that His surveillance of the entire Northern Territory is obviously quite strict.

Gelesos doesn't like it here very much, after all, neither it nor Clay can ignore such a strong magic power of the old gods.

But this was Clay's order, and it just hummed dissatisfiedly, and landed on the open space outside the city.

There are still people who are awake in Winterfell, but compared to White Harbor, where the magic of the old gods is sparse, the situation here is obviously much more serious.

There was no one on the top of the city, and it is estimated that no one could see Gelesos fall.

Clay walked into the city gate, only a guy in direwolf armor gave him a symbolic look, then waved his hand feebly, and let him in.

He clearly saw that the hand that had just let go was directly on his mouth, concealing that long yawn.

After the east gate entered, the entire Winterfell City was silent, without any sound.

All businesses were closed, and the sound of forging iron was not heard.

The snow-covered direwolf hangs a banner, swaying feebly in the wind.

Clay walked directly in the direction of the main castle.

The empty streets were like ghosts. It wasn't until the gate of the Stark family's castle that Clay saw two soldiers shrugging their heads.

The two of them had fallen asleep against the stone wall behind them.

But being able to stand here shows that they are the type that can be awakened.

The Axi sign is very useful at this time.

This thing can hypnotize, and of course it can wake people up.

The green rune disappeared in a flash, and the magic power different from the old gods poured into the minds of these two people.

"Tell me, are the Stark family still in the castle?"

The soldier was in a daze, and replied stiffly:
"It's all there."

"How are they?"

"Miss Sansa, Bran, and Master Rickon all fell asleep immediately, only Mrs. Caitlin did not."

Caitlin still awake?

Is it because she believes in the Seven Gods?

No, why did the devotees of the Seven Gods in White Harbor also fall asleep?

Clay couldn't understand this, so he continued to ask:

"Where's Caitlyn?"

"Church... Church..."

The soldier murmured vaguely.

church?

Clay reflected that the church here refers to a church of the seven gods built by Ed Stark for Caitlin Tully.

hiss……

Things get more interesting.

Clay stepped up, stepped over the two, and came near the school field where the Stark brothers and sisters used to practice martial arts and embroidery.

It's still empty, and if you don't observe carefully, you can't see anyone there.

After identifying the direction, Clay walked towards the Church of the Seven Gods.

No one stopped him, and the few remaining guards who were still awake could recognize the face of this Clay Mandalay.

In the current situation, they were almost desperate, and the strong lethargy left them with no strength at all.

Clay went straight to the front of the poorly made chapel.

The door is not locked, and the Church of the Seven Gods made by the northerners always feels a bit wrong.

Stepping into the church, Clay saw five people.

Two awake, three asleep.

Those were the three children of the Stark family in Winterfell.

Bran, Rickon, or Sansa.

All three fell into a deep sleep, lying on the floor.

However, there is a thick blanket under the body.

Fires are lit all around, so this small church does not look cold.

The sound of Clay's footsteps awakened the two people who were still awake.

Matron of the North, Catelyn Tully, and Maester of Winterfell, Luwin.

Turning around, I saw that the person who came was actually Clay, and the faces of these two people were very surprised.

Of course they knew Clay. After all, Clay had been in Winterfell for quite a long time.

"Clay Mandalay, you... why are you back?"

Caitlin seemed to have just woken up, and her mind was still a little confused.

Maester Luwin reacted at this moment:
"Master Clay, what happened in the northern border...you should know about it."

When he saw it, he knew that Clay was very little affected by this time, although they didn't know what it was.

Clay didn't have time to explain to them, so he directly explained his reason for coming.

"Mrs. Catelyn, I'm back to plan the remains of His Majesty Robb Stark and send him home."

"What good?"

Catelyn froze, and Maester Luwin's pupils shrank.

Then, Clay's hand was tightly grasped by Catelyn Tully.

"You're lying to me, right? Rob...he..."

Clay knew this would be the case and heaved a long sigh.

"Unfortunately, ma'am, Rob Stark died of a wound infection. I will send him back. People of the Stark family should not be buried outside the North."

Gently pulling away Caitlin Tully's hand, the latter was completely stunned.

Clay glanced at Maester Luwin, turned around and left.

Maester Luwin understood, and followed him out the door.

"Ando, ​​look at Mrs. Caitlin, don't let her do stupid things."

Maester Luwin called a guard who was still in good spirits, and followed Clay out.

Not far away, the two of them heard heart-piercing wailing behind them.

But no one said a word. With such a big incident in the North, coupled with the bad news of Rob Stark's death, the reaction of Catelyn Tully was not surprising to the two of them at all.

Walking out of the east gate of Winterfell, Maester Luwin froze on the spot.

After all, anyone who saw Gelesos would have this reaction.

Clay doesn't care about that.

He took Robb Stark's stretcher and dragged him to Maester Luwin.

"Tell Caitlin Tully, I'm going to solve this trouble now. Robb Stark died at the hands of Lannister. It has nothing to do with me. She can't blame me."

(End of this chapter)