Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 310 The Gatekeeper

Clay's seal, to ordinary people, at most looks like the bloody battle in the Throne Hall in the previous dream.

But for magical creatures like the Three-Eyed Raven, it was equivalent to a blade piercing their arteries.

As a result, this guy could no longer maintain the image of a kind-hearted grandpa.

It directly transformed into a big pitch-black crow and flew up flutteringly.

While flying, the Three-Eyed Crow still didn't forget to turn around and curse:

"Agent of the Ability God, you are killing me!"

Clay sneered, and an Axii sign was pressed on Bran Stark's face.

It was still valid in the dream, and Stark fell to the grass in an instant.

"I killed you in a dream, so that you will die."

The Three-Eyed Raven landed on a huge sentinel tree next to the ruined tower.

He heard Clay's words and sighed.

"Death, I won't die, but the problem is, it will be very troublesome."

"If I die here, I may never find it again."

"There is no time... Ability God Agent."

"You can come to me, you should think about something clearly."

The tone is very firm.

Clay didn't object either.

He pointed to Winterfell in the distance, and said softly:

"If nothing else happens, this should be a dream you had with Bran Stark, right?"

"It seems that you came into contact with Bran Stark earlier than I thought."

When he came in, he guessed that the owner of this dream should be Bran Stark.

It's just that Brynden River, a vicious and smoky guy, used his ability to get in without warning.

As a result, this dream continued to improve, and it became his and Bran Stark's.

In general, dreams have boundaries.

In a dream, the details are usually not too many.

Just like Clay just entered the throne room, the door cannot be opened no matter what.

Because that's the border, the outside world, to Clay, is meaningless because it doesn't exist.

But now, the grass, the leaves, the details of Winterfell in the distance.

There is no doubt that it is possible to enter there.

In other words, this is a dream rooted in Bran Stark's mind that has been repeated over and over again.

That's why there is such a high degree of completion.

At Clay's words, Brynden River, who turned back into a human form again, just acquiesced.

When Clay wanted to protect the Stark family, things like this actually violated their agreement.

But now, no one has mentioned that.

After all, things change.

"Tell me, what are you going to do to him?"

Clay pointed to Bran Stark who had just been temporarily forced to sleep by himself.

Now, with the death of Rob Stark, I no longer need to organize the North with the Stark family.

Therefore, Bran Stark, for Clay, is a bargaining chip that can be traded.

Just look at the price.

After a moment of silence, the Three-Eyed Raven saw nothing on Clay's face.

I can only say helplessly:
"Since you came in, you must have broken my three dreams."

"Although I don't know what you did, let me tell you this, this place is to Bran Stark what the Throne Hall is to me."

Clay thought for a while.

"So, what you mean is that the owner here is still Bran Stark. Unless he wants to, otherwise, you can't swallow him through dreams, right?"

One sentence broke the Three-Eyed Crow's mind.

He is not embarrassed. Isn't it nonsense for people who can come here to use worldly moral values?

"Yes... Actually, the best way is to let him come to my cave outside the Great Wall. In that case, if you contact him directly, his resistance will be much smaller."

"However, obviously, I didn't make it happen, although I hinted at him many times in my dream."

"It's still too difficult to affect the reality. After all, he is the current Lord of the Northern Territory. I can't take him away."

"Ed Stark's education has made this poor kid, like his unlucky brother, full of honor and responsibility."

Clay got it.

The Three-Eyed Crow is doing a sex dance for the eunuch to see.

Different from the little cripple in memory who broke his spine, had a weak mind, and longed for freedom, the Bran Stark in this timeline had been sitting in Winterfell when Robb went south to fight.

For his own sake, he strangled the possibility of the ironmen invading Winterfell.

So, even Bran Stark is bewitched by the Three-Eyed Raven every night.

But when he woke up the next day, Stark's surname still made him have no idea of ​​going north and beyond the Great Wall.

What can the Three-Eyed Raven do?
He is also very desperate, okay...

Clay got it.

"So, you can only be in the dream, the dream built by you and him in the depths of your memory, and let him agree to accept you, so that you can uh... become him, or occupy him, right?"

Brynden Rivers nodded.

"Yes, that's it."

No wonder he acted like a bad old man just now, so it was because of this.

He glanced at Brynden Rivers' old face and said doubtfully:

"It's been so long, I haven't interfered with you, why are you progressing so slowly?"

In this regard, the Three-Eyed Crow was really helpless.

"I can't help it. After all, this is his dream. Among my abilities, there is nothing that can directly change my mind."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Clay's palm, and Bran, who was lying on the ground and sleeping, with an envious tone:

"Agent of Ability God, I don't even know where your power comes from now, but in my opinion, you really didn't make good use of this power, tsk tsk, you can interfere with other people's minds and act according to your ideas."

In the blood-red eyes, fear, envy, and confusion were mixed together.

"This is a power that even my Lord does not possess. This is the truth."

Clay nodded, noncommittal.

Of course he knew how effective his demon hunter ability would be if he fully utilized it.

But that would be boring.

As long as he thought about sneaking into the sieve-like King's Landing alone, if the demon hunter's abilities were used properly, there would always be a chance to kill the person on the throne.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, how I use my power is my business."

Clay pointed to Bran Stark on the ground.

"I've come here, and you have no ability to drive me away, so now I need to know why you made such a big commotion in the northern border?"

"The entire northern border is covered with your stench. Even if you stop now, the entire northern border will be severely damaged."

"Winter is coming, and you know what that means."

Brynden River wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Clay didn't give him a chance to continue being a demon, and he pinched his shoulder directly while he wasn't paying attention.

The magic power from different sources directly covered Clay's palm, making the old man's hair stand on end...if he still had this thing.

"Hey... don't do it, let me go."

"Still pretending to me, when you asked for help before, what did the phrase open the door mean? Why, you are still a gatekeeper?"

Clay's anger wasn't faking.

The Three-Eyed Crow's behavior of not saying hello, in Clay's view, was a breach of contract and a betrayal.

If it weren't for the fact that the old boy had too many secrets and involved a wide range of things, in the tree hole, he would turn into a roasted crow with one shot of Igni.

Brynden River persisted for a long time, however, as the magic power gathered in Clay's palm became stronger and stronger, under the threat of death, this guy finally chose to surrender.

"Hey...you are right, Agent of the Ability God, I am really a gatekeeper."

"The unlucky gatekeeper, before I became the Green Seer or the Three-Eyed Raven, no matter what I call it, I have been watching here."

"Our lineage is even earlier than the Night Watchman Legion."

"We were there before the Great Wall was built."

These secrets were originally unknown to any outsider, but in this situation, if he didn't reveal something, Clay would really punish him.

"So, you are not the first green seer, right?"

Seeing that he couldn't break free from Clay's hand, Brynden River could only give up.

Nodding his head, he said:

"I'm not. There were many Green Prophets before, but now, I'm the only one left. Bran Stark can't actually become a new generation of Green Prophets alone. His aptitude is not enough, so..."

"You want to tell me that you're going to 'eat' him because of this?"

Clay glanced at him with a half-smile.

Brynden Rivers shrugged. He finally understood. The agent of the Ability God in front of him could see more clearly than anyone else. It seemed that there would be no effect in trying to trick him.

"Come on, it's meaningless to tell you these things. Now back to the topic, tell me, you gatekeeper, which door are you looking at?"

Clay doesn't want to discuss these moral issues with a guy with extreme double standards.

Obviously shameless, what can he do with him?
"Well... Anyway, you will know sooner or later. I am the gatekeeper. To a certain extent, I, like the Night Watch Corps, are guarding the northern border of the human kingdom."

"It's just that, for the past thousand years, the Night Watchmen have always believed that they are defending the kingdom against the invasion of wildlings, and the mission of me, or the leader of the Green Prophet, is to monitor the state of the cold god in the land of eternal winter."

"Westeros has such an abnormal season change. Your system may have its own understanding, but let me tell you clearly that in our opinion, the so-called abnormality is actually the Cold God and the former Red God. Now Lara The game between Helo."

"The God of Cold has always wanted to recover, and every winter is his temptation, and I, we, as the first to perceive this change, need to tell the news of Bing to Huo as quickly as possible."

"Not those ridiculous white ravens from those old men in the Citadel, announcing that winter has arrived."

When the Three-Eyed Crow said these words, his tone was involuntarily proud.

After chewing these words carefully, Clay keenly noticed something was wrong.

"You said the former Red God, now R'hllor, why, aren't they the same thing?"

Regarding this question, Brynden River gave Clay a weird smile:
"Who told you that God's authority will never change?"

"The current R'hllor, perhaps, was once a mortal with flesh and blood."

"Over the past few years, He has repeatedly suffered setbacks in his struggle with the one in the Land of Eternal Winter."

"In my opinion, He is far from the previous one."

"He is no longer able to stop the cold god's footsteps."

"Originally, the cold god couldn't find me, but R'hllor, he has been unable to take care of me."

"Speaking of which, Agent of the Ability God, what do you think of the knights outside the domain?"

(End of this chapter)