Chapter 303 Millions of Carriers

"You're not welcome here."

Green eyes, in the wind and snow, showed hesitation and resistance.

They are very short, with dark chestnut skin covered in thick clothes made of vegetation.

Obviously, they are not human beings.

But Clay could understand what he said.

Based on this alone, they are stronger than most people in Westeros.

Mastering their own source language and lingua franca is not something everyone can do.

They were once the masters of this continent, but their short bodies were defeated by tall humans wearing iron armor.

They retreated again and again, and finally, in the entire world, only the human forbidden land outside the Great Wall could become their shelter.

Clay recognized the identities of these creatures the first time he saw them.

Children of the forest.

A thing that almost only appears in the classics of the Citadel and in the bedtime stories of Northerners.

"Do you know who I am?"

Clay asked with a smile, the palm of his left hand quietly made a gesture of the Igni Sign, and his right hand rested on the hilt of the Valyrian steel sword at his waist.

As long as these guys are really stubborn, then he will have to see how the physical structure of the children of the forest is different from that of humans.

These children of the forest have no experience in dueling with human warriors for a long time. Therefore, they have no normal alert reaction to Clay's obvious offensive posture.

If facing a human warrior with a little training, his eyes would be focused on Clay's palm at all times.

After all, as long as you hold the sword in your hand, everyone knows what you want to do.

After waiting for a while, the leader of the three sons of the forest who blocked him said slowly:

"You are in danger."

Clay frowned, what's the reason?

He sneered and said:

"Am I in danger? Think about it carefully, is it the servants of the Cold God who are in danger, or is it someone who has the patience to grind his teeth with you here?"

"Where's the crow?"

The children of the forest looked at each other, and they had to admit that Clay was right.

There are malicious enemies everywhere in the cold wind, but their blood feud with humans makes them have no basis for trust in humans at all.

"Lord Green Seer..."

One of the guys who seemed a little stunned subconsciously wanted to answer Clay's question.

Then, He was pushed by the guy with an above-average IQ.

After the former shut up honestly, the latter looked at Clay, remained silent for a long time, and asked:

"How did you find this place?"

Clay spread his hands:

"The black crow you want to protect has spread the power of the old gods all over the northern territory, making it almost hard to breathe. I'm afraid if I don't find it again, all the creatures in the northern territory will be blown away in their sleep. The snow is freezing.”

Hearing this, the leading guy was speechless.

Of course they know the current situation. After all, they all belong to the lineage of the old gods. The magic power they control, the green of life and the gray of the old gods are intertwined.

"Get out of the way, the dead crow is doing this, he has to give me an explanation."

Clay looked at the three guys who were stuck at the door like wooden stakes, and his patience was wearing away little by little.

Does he really think Clay Mandler is a good talker?

"You can't find Him. In fact, neither can we."

The Son of the Forest finally chose to give in.

Before the Green Seer fell asleep, he specifically stated that this person was not an enemy yet.

Clay was stunned by these words. What do you mean?

Isn't the three-eyed crow in the tree hole?

The tallest guy said again:

"The Green Seer, in order to avoid the cold god's gaze, hid in the dreams of the northerners."

"He keeps traveling from dream to dream in order to avoid being locked here by the ultimate evil."

"But the dream is out of control. Mr. Green Seer, you may not be able to find an exit..."

His heart skipped a beat, and Clay suddenly figured out a lot of things.

This really unfolded completely unexpectedly.

He finally knew what the spreading magic power of the old gods was going to do.

This guy is really afraid of death.

He used the dreams of millions of people in the north as his escape route, trying to escape the pursuit of the cold god.

According to the children of the forest.

This agent of the will of the old gods may have underestimated the power of the dreams of nearly a million people, and at the same time overestimated himself.

Now, He has become...

A person who wanders in someone’s dream...

A lonely ghost.

He couldn't find a way out.

Brynden Rivers, are you today too?

No, you are a swindler, a pig teammate.

Isn't this a typical mage dying from his own spells?

Clay didn't know how Cold God locked onto him, but there must be a reason for Duke Blood Crow to choose such a strange method.

You are really making things difficult for me, Fat Tiger!

I am a man who is about to kill everyone in the real world, you...

Clay was full of old jokes and had no place to vomit, and for a moment he couldn't find any words to criticize him.

That’s all, let’s try to find a way to see if we can help Him.

Clay remembered the words of the Three-Eyed Raven in Jon Snow's dream.

"It's not time to open the door yet."

Regardless of what kind of door it is, based on the current situation, most of the people who want to knock down the door will be the God of Cold and his servants, and maybe some extraterrestrial knights who will appear in some unknown way.

Even if these guys want to open the door and send warmth, Clay can't let them succeed.

The top priority now is to quickly find a way to communicate with this old scammer.

Clay walked into the cave entrance.

Fortunately, this place is actually bigger than Jon Snow's dream.

No need for Clay to climb in with a shameful attitude.

All the way down, the temperature also rose to a relatively acceptable level.

Clay said that looking at the costumes of these children of the forest, they were not in a state of survival in the snow at all.

The case is now solved.

Your Excellency turns out to live in a tree cave.

When we arrived at the bottom of the tree cave, the mist was very heavy.

The magic power gathered in the palm of his hand, and an Alder seal was blasted out.

Unlike before, the mist was not blown away, but dissipated like white snow meeting hot oil.

Clay wasn't surprised at all.

Because the mist here is essentially what is manifested when the concentration of the old god's magic power breaks through the limit.

Encountering the completely different magic power of Clay, the internal structure was destroyed and naturally disappeared faster than anything else.

The three sons of the forest behind were startled. They suddenly discovered that the person in front of them was probably more terrifying than the average servant of the Cold God. The surging magic power made them tremble with fear.

Clay doesn't care what they think.

When he saw clearly what was revealed behind the mist, he felt that his trip was worthwhile.

He finally figured out why the Three-Eyed Crow would choose such a poor place as its crow's nest.

In front of Clay's eyes, a huge heart tree reaching into the sky and the earth was revealed in front of Clay, illuminated by the faint light of the surrounding luminous plants.

This tree is the largest heart tree that Clay has seen after wandering around Westeros for so long.

Compared with it, the weirwood tree in Winterfell is nothing more than a sapling.

Looking up, the huge tree crown is hidden in the huge space above.

There was no light and I couldn't see clearly.

Working hard to manage his expression, this was beyond Clay's imagination.

He was almost certain that this was the core of the Old God's power north of the Neck.

"The Green Seer is right in front."

The son of the forest looked at the agent of the power god who was nailed to the spot and reminded him softly.

Clay walked around several huge tree trunks that he couldn't wrap around, and came to the other side.

Then, at a glance, he caught sight of the old man who was tightly entangled in a pile of branches, even pierced into his flesh and blood.

Just like when he first saw the Three-Eyed Crow.

This is the representative of the old gods of Westeros, Duke Bloodraven, Brynden Rivers, who can be regarded as a remnant of the old days.

Brynden Rivers, who was supposed to have a pair of blood-colored eyes staring at him, and whose eyes were bigger than his own, had his head covered with gray hair pulled to one side. If it weren't for his weak breathing, Clay would have thought that this guy had died. Sent.

The old boy slept very comfortably. Every time he breathed in, the leaves attached to it would sway slightly.

Clay looked at it and wanted to give him a kick.

"Didn't you try to awaken Him? Do you really know nothing about what's going on outside?"

Clay turned around, frowned and asked the three sons of the forest who followed him.

"I tried, but it didn't work. Although we share the source of magic power with Lord Green Seer, we can only enter Lord Green Seer's own dream."

"For example, we can enter the owner's room, but the owner is not in the house and we don't know where he is."

Clay nodded, he understood what the Son of the Forest meant.

Cold God wanted to locate Brynden Rivers. According to this, I am afraid that he could do this through his consciousness.

Then it's no wonder that this guy wants to create so many "bed partners" in the north.

This is equivalent to nearly a million rooms. You, Han Shen, can search for them. If you find me, I will lose.

This may be the logic.

After hesitating for a moment, Clay asked:

"Can you allow me to enter your green prophet's dream?"

As soon as these words came out, the three sons of the forest immediately looked wary.

"What are you going to do?"

They asked in unison.

"What can we do? He is trapped in a dream now. I have to find a way to get him out."

"If he continues to sleep like this, the Northern Territory will be doomed. Even if Cold God uses a stupid method and uses corpses to search for you piece by piece, he can dig you out."

"It's so big outside the Great Wall, do you really think you're perfect?"

Clay was not polite at all.

"You...can't hurt the Green Seer..."

"I know, the most I can do is slap him in the mouth a few times and pluck out a few of his bird feathers. Don't worry, if I can find him, I will find a way to bring him back."

After looking at each other for a long time, muttering in words that Clay couldn't understand, they finally gritted their teeth and agreed.

"The magic in your body is different from ours. It should be much easier to wake you up."

"Well, this is best. You must wake me up within three days at most."

"All right."

It was settled, and Clay wasn't surprised at all.

Now, they really need guys like Clay who are outside their system to find ways to catch the Three-Eyed Crow.

If they had this ability, which round would they get Clay?

The three-eyed crow is trapped here, and they have to guard it all the time.

The White Walkers will come sooner or later, and their little arms and legs cannot stop the servants of the Cold God.

It would be great fun if the agent of the Old God's will fell into the hands of the Cold God's servants.

Neither side wanted to see this scene, so there was a possibility of joining forces.

As for the rest of the matter, let’s wait until Clay fishes the person out.