Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 311 The dream is broken

Chapter 311 The dream is broken
Clay knew what the Three-Eyed Raven was talking about, but he didn't want the other person to know too much.

Moreover, what he didn't understand was what was the purpose of those guys coming to this world.

Many things are still in the fog.

Can't see clearly.

"I don't know, but I don't like this place beyond the wall at all."

"Indeed, I don't like it either, but if there is a way, I won't stay here."

On this point, the Three-Eyed Crow quite agrees.

"Okay, now, tell me why the power of the old gods is so great in the entire northern border. I don't believe you have the ability."

"And you look like this, it's obviously a mess."

Clay had no intention of discussing the Outer Knights with Brynden Rivers.

When he actually sees it, it won't be too late to deal with it.

Now, he has more important things to do.

"Well... well, that's really not my strength."

"To be precise, it is the power brought by the faith of the people in the north that has been stored in the heart tree for so many years."

"Belief?"

Clay was a little surprised. The so-called divine power is the power brought about by untouchable beliefs... This setting is a bit old.

The three-eyed crow shook his head.

"It's so hard to generalize, I can only say that my lord's power comes from this way, and, besides, aren't you an exception?"

Clay thought about it, but it was true. The magic power he grabbed from this world had nothing to do with his belief in half a Bronze Star.

The Three-Eyed Crow continued:
"You should know what I'm doing with all these dreams, right?"

"Well... I know, you continue."

"I can't let the cold god's eyes fall on me. I can only use so many dreams to distract him."

"Originally, I just released some power through the Heart Tree and collected some people's dreams."

"Later, I discovered that this was far from enough. The Cold God was very determined to find me, so I could only keep hiding."

"But my ability is limited, and there is only so much I can collect, so I hope to use these huge and heterogeneous sediments in the weirwood."

Having said that, the Three-Eyed Crow showed a helpless look on his face, and said with a wry smile:
"I overestimated myself. I simply couldn't control such a huge power."

"After my power penetrated, I passively activated them all."

"So, they began to escape uncontrollably, swallowing one dream after another at the same time."

"Originally, what I chose was just a dream at night, but these forces...they have no scruples."

"That's why... the scene you saw outside."

"All weak-willed people will be forcibly taken away by them."

"I also escaped into the dreamland myself, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Clay nodded. He actually didn't care much about the Three-Eyed Crow's explanation. After all, he couldn't verify it. What he wanted to hear more was the solution.

he asked:
"So, I fished you out from here, can you control these magical powers to disappear, or return to the heart tree?"

The Three-Eyed Crow nodded hesitantly.

"It should work, but it's too unsafe outside the Great Wall. I have to go south of the Great Wall."

He pointed to his body:
"Besides, it's impossible for me to move with my current body, so..."

His eyes drifted to Bran Stark.

Clay understood what he meant, he didn't feel guilty about the three-eyed crow eating Bran Stark, he had been in this world for so long, and he had completed his identity.

He was a Mandalay, and nothing else.

Now, he is just considering the risks of doing so.

This is not the little cripple who was dragged outside the Great Wall in memory, the current Bran Stark, after Rob Stark died, is the Lord of the North in various senses.

Although he used the grace of saving his life and the power of the dragon to force a large group of northern nobles to kneel down to him, Clay understood that this was still a long way from their true submission.

Putting a three-eyed crow to replace Bran Stark now is tantamount to handing over the northern border to him, and he himself has little control over the entire northern border. After all, in two years, apart from the army, he It doesn't have much influence.

If this crow has any thoughts, can I be sure to defeat the enemy with one move and plow the court to clear the hole?
After thinking about it for a while, Clay felt that he could control the situation.

"Okay, how long do you need?"

Clay asked.

Brynden River squatted down, stretched out his dry palm from the black sleeve robe, and touched Bran Stark's head.

"As long as he is willing, this process will not take too long."

"Be a little patient, the concept of time does not exist in dreams."

"The problem now is that this Stark has not agreed, that is to say..."

He spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

Clay understood what he meant, sighed, squatted down as well, and stretched out his hand.

The three-eyed crow observed this scene with interest.

He has always been very envious of Clay's ability to directly impose his will on opponents. In his view, there are many things that Clay reveals, but there is only one ability that makes him most afraid.

Because it's rough enough.

The so-called powerful flying bricks are sometimes twisted and twisted, and it is a waste of time to achieve the effect.

And the straight ball, often the effect is not bad.

Magic power surged, and following the gesture made by his left hand, a light green triangular rune flashed on Bran Stark's head.

Suddenly, the little direwolf who was still asleep just now opened his eyes, but the pupils were not focused.

Clay looked at Brynden River with shining eyes, and said softly:

"Now, state your request."

"Tell him your thoughts directly, and he may be more compliant."

No matter how surprised the Three-Eyed Crow was, after realizing that Clay's expression was not friendly, he still gave up the idea of studying this ability carefully.

The future is long, now, it's better not to mess with this evil star.

He turned his attention back to the carrier he had chosen.

The original kind and gentle voice disappeared, and His original, ugly tone like rubbing dry bark was restored:

"The strongest roots will be deep in the darkness, and the darkness will be your cloak, your shield, the darkness will nourish you, and the darkness will make you strong."

"By accepting this gift, you will undertake the most sacred mission."

"I am you and you are me."

"The Last Green Prophet."

"I……"

……

Clay listened to the Three-Eyed Crow's words quietly. He could feel that with the help of his seal, Bran Stark, who was forced to open his defenses, was occupied by a force.

He has nothing to do with him here.

Clay stood up and stepped aside.

Of course he couldn't completely trust this pitch-black crow.

When he just applied the seal to Bran Stark, he planted a magic power in Bran Stark's mind.

Once the crow has other thoughts.

So, the last Green Prophet, I don't know if it can be accommodated, but what about the two completely different sources of magic power in his body?

Refer to the way he was afraid of his magic power before.

Most likely, it will also perish, right?
Since he forced Clay to make a choice, of course Clay would not be polite to him.

One drink and one peck, is it a pre-determination.

No one can escape.

Leaning on the ruins of the ruined pagoda, closing your eyes and recuperating, in this dream without alternation of day and night.

Clay didn't know how long it had been.

Even if he closed his eyes, he kept paying attention to the changes in the Three-Eyed Raven and Bran Stark.

Although time is meaningless, Clay can still feel that the Three-Eyed Crow's original body is weakening little by little, and Bran Stark's body is slowly becoming fuller.

No matter how beautiful poetry is used to describe this scene, it is impossible to deny the evil of the incident itself.

Unfortunately, there is no judge here, and Clay's moral values cannot require him to stop this immediately.

After all, this is something he acquiesced to, and only in this way is the situation that best suits his interests.

The matter in the south has not been resolved yet, and now he needs a stable north.

The children educated by Ed Stark are the hardest to control.

Because they care about honor and the responsibility of the Stark family.

So, there are some things that are not easy to compromise.

It was replaced by a Green Prophet who left a back door for himself. At least, this one is also a guy who treats honor, morality, propriety, righteousness and shame as bullshit. Clay likes to deal with such people.

Don't talk about friendship, just talk about interests.

Interest is a thing that can be measured, easy to calculate, and clear at a glance.

But affection, there is no way to measure the value.

And priceless things are often the most expensive.

Finally, when Brynden's original body, the heart finally stopped beating, fell down on the meadow, and Bran Stark's pupils began to focus, Clay knew that he had succeeded.

Congratulations to him indifferently:
"It seems you have not failed me, Bran Stark."

Brynden River, who had completely controlled his new body, slowly sat up from the meadow.

And his original body also instantly turned into fly ash.

Only a black robe was left behind, proving the traces of its past existence.

On the young face, there was a look of vicissitudes, which was indescribably awkward and weird.

"Good, now...I feel much safer."

Clay didn't answer the question.

He knew that after leaving, Brynden Tully would wake up in the chapel in Winterfell.

I don’t know how embarrassed the old god’s representative would look like when he wakes up under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods.

"Okay, you are ready, let's go out."

"When you go to the north of the Great Wall, the Cold God will not be able to find you."

The Three-Eyed Crow nodded:

"Yes, that's true. It's just a pity for those children of the forest."

Clay gave him a strange look, and seemed to be saying:
"You are so cold-blooded and ruthless, why do you still care about those guys?"

The last Green Prophet understood the eyes of Ability God's agent, sighed faintly, and explained in a low voice:

"I don't like them, but they can also use some basic magic. They are still very useful at critical moments."

He smiled wryly:
"You have also seen that although I am a Green Prophet, I can't control the heart tree of the entire northern border at the same time."

"Whether it's Brynden River or Bran Stark, the body of a mortal cannot carry such a large flow of magic power."

"With them here, I'm really in a crisis, maybe they can help me control more heart trees."

Claire frowned:

"Anyway, I'm in your original cave, so I should be able to fish out a few."

The Three-Eyed Crow shook his head:

"It's useless, they won't go with you, if they want to hide south of the Great Wall, they have too many ways."

"Okay, that's it."

"We should go out."

Clay nodded and reminded:
"Remember what to do when you go out."

The Green Seer replied:
"I know, after all, I'm a Stark now, so the North is my people, and I'll take care of it."

The world began to fall apart.

With the dissipation of Bran Stark's will, this dream has come to an end.