Chapter 302 Cold Malice

The iron gate leading to the outside of the Great Wall once again groaned miserably.

Clay did not waste time. After confirming that Jon Snow was indeed unable to provide him with useful information, he decided to go beyond the wall.

After all, the only possible source of this matter is the three-eyed crow that gives people dreams all day long.

Once he found Him, Clay knew what the problem was.

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't get an answer.

What Brynden Rivers has done now has long exceeded what the two of them originally traded.

Clay also wanted to try what it would be like to use the Igni Sign to burn Brynden Rivers' half-tree, half-human body.

"Let me ask you again, are you sure you don't need our people to follow you?"

The speaker was Jon Snow's good friend Eddie.

He didn't know what happened in Winterfell, but what happened to Jon Snow still made him very worried.

Knowing that Clay is here to solve problems and seems to know something that they don't know, the melancholy Eddie wants to go along.

In their opinion, outside the wall is the exclusive place for the night watchmen, and others who go out will only seek death.

But Clay refused to let anyone follow him.

It's not that he is arrogant, it's just that ordinary people may not be able to come back alive during this trip.

There is no need to sacrifice these people.

The heavy gate opened, and the cold air that hit his face made Clay's skin instinctively tighten.

Eddie looked at the dull-eyed war horse that Clay had dismounted from.

Originally, when this strange thing happened, all the horses of the Night Watch Legion were paralyzed.

Otherwise, they would not have to contact the Last Hearth City.

But this Clay Mandler walked to their stables and asked the groom to choose a war horse that was in good condition for him. He put his palm on the horse's head.

I don't know what he did, but the war horse, which had been completely asleep and could not be woken up by anyone, slowly woke up.

Clay ordered the groom to feed the horse something that could restore its strength the fastest.

After the war horse was basically ready for use, he got on the horse and asked to go north outside the fortress.

The Night's Watch had no reason to stop him.

After all, it was this man who led the troops to quell the last Savage Crisis. In theory, Clay Manderly is an old friend of the Night's Watch?

"Go back and tell Commander-in-Chief Mormont that no matter what happens outside the wall, guard the Wall and don't let anything come over."

Eddie frowned. He understood, but not completely.

"Master Clay, what do you mean...?"

What responded to him was the sound of Clay controlling the horse to start, and a sneer mixed in the wind and snow:

"I'll just say it, and you'll just listen."

"There shouldn't be any moving creatures outside the Great Wall now. If you see something coming towards you, don't hesitate to kill them."

After that, the war horse, tucked under its belly and wrapped in a thin blanket, slowly walked into the wind and snow.

"What on earth do you know..."

Eddie murmured to himself as he watched Clay Mandler disappear into the snow.

This person came with such a purpose that everyone could feel it.

He first came to find Jon, who couldn't speak, so he didn't even hesitate and went straight north.

Obviously, he has much more information than people like himself.

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Clay had his own reasons why he didn't directly use his magic power to wake up those who were completely asleep.

He tried, but it consumed too much magic power and had no direct effect.

The entire bodies of these sleeping people were covered in the magic power of the old gods.

Clay wanted to wake them up and remember to use his magic power to force all the power of the old gods out of these people.

He wanted to see the Three-Eyed Crow, and his precious power couldn't be wasted like this.

In this ghost place where the air is full of the power of the old gods, his magic power is replenished very slowly.

So, to be on the safe side, he gave up.

It doesn't last long enough to wake up one or two people, so it's not worth it.

The top of the Great Wall behind has been blocked by thick wind and snow, and the heavy wall cannot give people the slightest sense of security at the moment.

Clay knew he was in the right place.

As soon as he came out of the Great Wall, the power of the old gods rushed towards him and kept hitting his body.

However, the magic power originating from different systems is not afraid of these magic powers entering the body.

Instead, as you come and go, some of the power that appears gray in the magic vision is swallowed up.

Clay himself is like a ship with an oil lamp on the dark sea. The abyss has been trying to swallow him, but it has repeatedly failed.

For some reason, Clay felt two completely opposite emotions in the power of these old gods.

One is hostile to him and wants to devour him with malice, while the other is vaguely pleading.

It's like two sides of a mirror, they should look the same, but this feeling of coexistence but distinctness is becoming more and more obvious.

Clay didn't know exactly where the Three-Eyed Crow's nest was, but his magical vision gave him the direction.

As long as he looks for the direction with the strongest magic power, he will be right and will never take the wrong path.

He walked into the ghost forest.

The branches of the sentinel tree stretched out like a sharp claw extending from hell.

Every time he touched Clay, it was cold and as hard as iron.

There were also weirwood trees outside the Great Wall, but Clay couldn't feel anything except the pattern of human faces covered in blood and tears.

To the south of the Great Wall and to the north of the Neck, all the power of the old gods is emitted through the weirwood trees.

It's like a broadcast signal tower.

Outside this wall, the weirwoods have lost this function, because the higher ultimate is behind them.

Lord Commander Mormont described Jon Snow's dream to Cray in detail.

From the appearance of the direwolf, to the cave entrance in the ghostly forest, to the long wooden passage like the gullet of a giant beast, and finally to the strange plants, as well as the direwolf and crow in it.

"Can't your original body hold on anymore?"

"So anxious to transfer your consciousness to another body?"

"As the agent of the will of the gods, you still fear death. You disappoint me very much."

After exhaling a white breath, which was instantly shattered by the snowflakes like knives, Clay, who was riding on the horse, murmured to himself.

Others don't know and are confused by this symbolic scene. How can Clay not understand?

The Three-Eyed Crow must have felt the crisis, so he accelerated the process of transferring his will, that is, seizing Shebram Stark.

But something must have gone wrong, which led to the scene before him.

As for why He entrusted the dream to Jon Snow?

The ancient Stark family bloodline is the best bearer of the power of the old gods.

In this snowy sky, time has long become meaningless.

In front of me, there was nothing but white snow, black trees, gloomy sky, and gray mountains.

Clay couldn't feel how long he had been gone.

But he knew he was heading in the right direction.

In his current position, the concentration of the old god's magic power was already ten times higher than at the edge of the neck.

It can be said that if Daenerys is put here, Clay may not have time to save her.

Except for the accident of Clay, the world of ice and fire, this place is already a restricted area for humans.

Suddenly, a slight murmur sounded in my ears.

It wasn't very clear, after all, the wind was louder, but Clay still captured it keenly.

The voice said:

"Agent of Ability God...you are here..."

The voice said again:

"Go quickly...don't come close to me..."

It was like the gibberish of a psychotic patient, but Clay knew as soon as he heard it that it was the broken voice of Brynden Rivers.

What's the meaning?

Do you know that I'm coming, but don't let me come?

Clay stopped and listened to catch more information.

Unfortunately, the wind got stronger, and the sound of rustling leaves filled my ears.

Nothing useful can be heard.

"You don't want me to go, but I insist on going and obeying you in everything. How shameless I am."

Clay scoffed.

In the current situation, the Three-Eyed Crow must not be able to handle it on his own. If he continues to do it, the entire Northern Territory will be renamed Sleeping Land.

I don't have any idea at all.

Clay continued walking forward.

He could already feel that he was about to reach the point of his trip.

The cold here is no longer caused by ordinary low temperatures.

The power of the old gods is mixed with the faint cold magic, which is the most deadly.

Perhaps only plants like the sentinel tree can barely survive here.

"Come on, let's speed up."

Clay fired another shot of Yakxi's Seal on the horse beneath him.

To control a simpler-thinking creature like a war horse, his magic power consumption is not large.

It is more than enough to resist this all-pervasive invasion.

Going forward about a thousand meters deeper, Clay finally heard Brynden Rivers' voice again:

"Come and save me, they are going to find me!"

"Leave here and you will find me with them!"

You will still be anxious.

Clay heard something in common between these two voices with completely different expressions.

That is unabashedly anxious.

In the memory, the dead people, guided by the White Walkers, found the nest of the Three-Eyed Crow. This guy rushed to complete his ritual at the last moment, and also killed Hodor, who did not deserve to die.

He is the one who does all the bad things.

He was anxious, but Clay was not anxious.

As for whether the White Walkers will come to him, Clay doesn't mind too much.

As long as the White Walkers don't engage in anti-aircraft cannons and court-martial, they can just shoot themselves with spears.

The body of the White Walkers is almost entirely made up of magic power.

In this case, facing ordinary people, the ice armor and ice sword condensed by cold magic will make it difficult for ordinary weapons to function.

But when it comes to Valyrian steel swords with other systems of magic, the Night King is a younger brother.

When facing Clay, he felt even more worried about his longevity.

Once Igni is released, it will teach them how to be human... ah, no, it will teach them how to be ghosts.

The White Walkers are also creatures with brains, and the Three-Eyed Crow won't mess with him until he's done with it.

My brain is so rusty that I want to die.

Clay didn't mind either.