Chapter 300 Return to the Great Wall

Clay didn't want to see a woman cry, it was boring.

He is not afraid of Catelyn Tully's revenge on him. After all, what he did in the South is worthy of anyone.

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

In this case, if he returns Robb Stark's body to them, his mission will be completed.

The rest of the things have nothing to do with you.

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

Jon Snow Riddler, if I don’t ask him face to face, some details will be missed, which will be a troublesome thing.

Clay headed north at a fast pace.

Galesos and him have slowly adapted to being able to move freely under this high concentration of old god's magic power.

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

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

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

Clearly, the crux lies ahead.

Except for him, no one knew that in the ghost forest outside the Great Wall, in a deep cave, there was also a lonely ghost who should have died long ago.

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

I don’t know how many people are still awake on the Great Wall. It is probably a strange thing in the world that most of the famous Night Watch Corps died from frostbite after falling asleep.

Galesos roared, reminding his master that this place felt dangerous to him.

Of course Clay knew something was wrong here.

In fact, he knew very well that what was more serious might be the cave where the three-eyed crow was located outside the wall.

That place is at the heart of everything.

"Galesos, come down. You may not be able to help with what happens next."

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

He always told himself that he must never let the dragon leave the Great Wall.

After all, I don’t know how the White Walkers practice their javelins. It’s clear that something like a dragon that moves at such a high speed has an extremely high hit rate.

Although Galesos is a whole circle bigger than Daenerys' Drogon, it cannot directly block the ice spear that shot through the dragon's neck.

Its dragon scales are not that thick yet.

And with the Great Wall of Despair, the White Walkers theoretically can't get through, so they still have time.

If we really send a dragon to the White Walkers, it will be over.

Although Galesos felt that his master looked down upon him, as an obedient guy, he chose to stay nearby.

"Remember, don't fly over that wall. No matter what happens here, don't do it. Do you understand?"

Before leaving, Clay touched the tip of Galesos's nose and gave instructions.

What responded to him was a heavy puff of air.

The dragon turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Clay smiled, turned around, stepped on the snow, and headed in the direction of Castle Black.

The snow is very thick and doing this is very exhausting.

But fortunately, Clay's mutation has provided him with quite strong physical fitness. Coupled with his continuous growth in the past two years, he can have the physical strength to walk under Castle Black.

Black wall, white snow.

Half of Castle Black was almost buried in the snow.

Apparently no one had cleaned it in a long time.

Clay didn't know what the situation was like with the Night Watch, but it wasn't going to be very good anyway.

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

Suddenly, as if he had a premonition, his steps slowed down, and the next second, a long feather arrow penetrated the snow in front of him.

Only the outermost feather nock is left.

Clay didn't show any signs of nervousness. Someone shot an arrow at him, which proved that the castle was still running.

This is a good thing.

If it becomes a no man's land for Clay, that will be a difficult thing to do.

The door was not opened, and the man thought he was well hidden, but Clay had already captured his location through his witcher senses.

The gatekeepers hiding in the bunker next to the tower had been observing for a long time, but they couldn't figure out who the person who suddenly appeared on the ice field outside the black castle was.

Certainly not a savage.

The wildlings had their backs broken by Clay Manderly and lost the courage to fight against the Night's Watch.

Moreover, this guy's attire looks like a typical Westeros noble attire.

Even if the savages were given such a set of clothes, they wouldn't be able to wear it like this.

"Who are you!"

shouted the soldier.

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

Here, the identity of commander of the coalition forces in the Northern Riverlands is not useful, and it is not as useful as the identity of the heir of White Harbor.

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

Two guys wearing black night watchmen's coats walked out with torches.

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

Two people, one older and one younger.

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

"Boy, you said you were Clay Mandler?"

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?"

"Do I need to prove it to you?"

This was said rudely, 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."

Upon hearing this, Alliser Thorne knew that the young man dressed as a noble in front of him was really Clay Manderly, the heir of White Harbor.

He didn't understand why Clay came.

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

"Come in, it will be dark soon. By then, the wind and snow outside will freeze even the mammoths to death."

Clay nodded and followed the two torches.

"Your side..."

"the same."

Alliser Thorne grunted.

Clay understood.

"Where's Jon Snow? I want to see him right now."

Alliser Thorne just walked forward, like a bull trying to charge into the snow.

"You want to find Lord Snow? Hehe...he is asleep."

Alliser Thorne bites hard on the title Lord Snow.

Apparently, 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 he screamed."

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

"When he suddenly woke up, he didn't know what happened, so he went directly to see Maester Aemon and the Commander-in-Chief."

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

"Then after that, four or five days ago, he suddenly fell asleep again and fell to the ground. Then, the brothers of the night watch began to fall asleep on a large scale."

"Ser Alliser believes that Jon has brought a curse from the gods."

"But later, after I sent out people and tried to contact the Last Hearth City, I found that the same situation was happening there, and I realized that it was not 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 theoretically hundreds of people in Castle Black. In the approaching night, the lights that could be seen were very limited.

This place is close 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 noble invitation.

"Come in, Lord Manderly."

He spoke slowly.

Then, he yawned.

Opening the door, a very obvious heat hit my face.

Apparently, the fireplace was lit here.

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

The door closed behind him.

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

However, at the end of this world, every ounce of heat in Castle Black seems precious.

On the second floor, Clay saw Jon Snow lying on a wooden bed.

Opposite him, across a fireplace with only a little flame, the figure of Commander-in-Chief Mormont was nestled in a chair.

Seeing Clay coming up, Commander-in-Chief Mormont said nothing, but just kept looking at him.

Clay read a look that was both surprising and not surprising in his eyes.

"Long time no see, Lord Clay Manderly."

"Same. It's good news to see you're not asleep yet."

Clay replied.

Then, he walked to an empty chair and sat down.

Lord Commander Mormont did not ask how Cray came.

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

"Do you know what this is about?"

He asked the most concerning question.

All fools know that what is happening in front of them cannot be described by human power.

If anyone had this kind of power, he would have become the king of the Seven Kingdoms long ago.

If it wasn't a human being, Lord Commander Mormont could no longer imagine what it was.

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 knew it, but I wasn't sure, so I came to Jon Snow, who gave me the letter."

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

"Can you tell me something?"

Clay shook his head.

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

"Commander-in-Chief, please tell me first what Jon Snow said to you at that time. Try not to lose the details. It is best to use the exact words."

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

This Clay Mandler has been almost half a year since we last met, but the confidence and arrogance in these words have only increased compared to the last time.

As people mature with age, this situation can only mean that he has achieved many or great victories in the south.

"Well...that's it..."

Lord Commander Mormont, with a look of memory in his eyes, told Clay about Jon Snow's situation at that time in detail, and tried his best to express every word he said at that time.

Clay listened quietly.

There wasn't much useful information in the words, and Commander-in-Chief Mormont didn't ask Jon Snow anything useful.

If he hadn't known very well, Eddard Stark's illegitimate son would never have targeted him, and this seemingly gibberish letter would never have left Castle Black and headed south.

"Commander-in-Chief, can we still get out outside the Great Wall now?"

Clay asked.