Chapter 332 The agent meets

"Commander-in-Chief, in the direction of Winterfell, let us prepare food and be wary of enemies coming from any direction. At the same time, protect the weirwood trees near Castle Black, the Shadow Tower, and Eastwatch... What does this mean?"

In the Commander's Tower, Jon Snow, who served as Lord Commander Mormont's attendant, asked confusedly after reading Winterfell's reply to Castle Black.

He really didn't understand what his brother's letter meant.

Uncle Benjen Stark, after returning from Eastwatch, had always looked extremely ugly. When asked, he said nothing, as if he and Jon Snow were not uncle and nephew at all.

Therefore, he still doesn't know what is happening over at Eastwatch.

After all, with such heavy snow, the only way to connect the two castles is through ravens and cavalry.

The Rangers were given a silence order, and they, ordinary night watchmen, naturally had no way of knowing the news over there.

The reason why Commander-in-Chief Mormont showed this letter to Jon Snow was because he thought that the current owner of Winterfell was the younger brother of the boy in front of him, so maybe he could understand the meaning of the letter.

However, looking at the confused look on the dull guy's face, Lord Commander Mormont sighed.

Come on, it’s a waste of time to ask at first glance.

He shook his head and sighed:

"I don't know why the Duke of the North asked me to protect those weirwood trees. Are people more important than trees in this cold winter? Is he a person like Saint Baelor, who only cares about the old gods? An extremely devout believer?"

Lord Commander Mormont was puzzled.

Jon Snow knew that he was referring to his younger brother Bran Stark.

He immediately denied it and said:

"My lord, I...I don't think my brother is such a devout believer. In fact, before I left Winterfell, he was far more interested in climbing the wall than praying devoutly under the Heart Tree."

"Well...it's just a child."

Commander-in-Chief Mormont thought the same thing and took away the glorious title of Duke of the North. In fact, he was just a child in his early ten years.

That would be strange.

He didn't believe that Bran Stark, as the Duke of the North, would write nonsense in the letter. There must be a reason for them to do this.

Sighing again, Commander-in-Chief Mormont ordered:

"Do as he says first. Doing something is better than doing nothing. Have Maester Aemon write to Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower to ask them to do it."

"Yes sir."

Jon Snow agreed.

According to the past, he, as the commander-in-chief's attendant, should turn around and go out to convey orders at this time.

After hesitating for a long time, Jon Snow wanted to ask his uncle Benjen Stark what he was doing in Eastwatch.

One face was bruised.

However, the weakness in his character made him finally choose to remain silent and leave.

Staring at his leaving figure, Commander-in-Chief Mormont knew very well what the boy was thinking.

After all, the news that Benjen Stark sent back to him and the piece of ice crystal he brought back are still spinning in his mind.

This old man who has guarded the Great Wall for more than ten years and almost twenty years has been keenly aware that the world has undergone some changes beyond his understanding.

Therefore, leave professional matters to professionals.

It is possible that Winterfell replied like this because they knew the reason behind this matter.

Mysterious slumber, Clay Manderly north of the Wall.

All made Jeor Mormont believe in his own judgment.

This is what made him agree to carry out Bran Stark's "orders".

…

Melisandre leaves Eastwatch.

As they trekked along, the priests of the Red God, although they seemed to be chattering, it was undeniable that they were still human beings.

As a human being, you must abide by the rules.

For example, going all the way from Eastwatch to Winterfell, even with a war horse donated by Eastwatch, still took Melisandre a considerable amount of time.

Fortunately, after walking through the dense forest and snowfield, her body was still warm, and she finally saw the small castle on the horizon that was almost buried in the snow.

Winterfell has arrived.

Despite this, there was no happy look on Melisandre's face.

This in itself was not something that made her happy, and besides, she smelled a vague smell in this castle.

Not familiar with it, just feeling a little dangerous.

She didn't realize that above her head, the pitch-black crow, which had been flying quite high, was staring at her with its yellow eyes.

Apparently, Melisandre was already under the surveillance of some creatures without her knowledge.

In a sense, R'hllor's agent is indeed much weaker than the other gods.

Of course, it is still much stronger than the Seven Gods, whose condition is not stable.

After all, everyone knows that in the church of the Seven Gods, apart from piety, you can never expect to see anything related to the gods from the fat-minded clergy.

Maybe they themselves don't believe in the existence of the Seven Gods.

Melisandre came to the city gate.

The winter market outside the city is now crowded with people.

After the last harvest season was over, the Riverlands could still grow another batch of grain, but the Reach was not affected at all.

But here in the north, it is the last good harvest before the end of winter.

The people in the north had to rely on the food they harvested to survive the whole winter bit by bit.

Until the temperature warms up and the ice and snow melt.

Most of the residents of some villages affiliated with Winterfell will come outside the city to set up a gathering to survive the winter.

This has been a long-standing practice.

However, this time, Melisandre saw an average-sized military camp outside the city.

She doesn't know much about military affairs,

But she could probably tell that this was a military camp with several thousand people.

However, it is now an empty camp and there is no army stationed there.

After riding into the city, at the city gate, a guard wearing armor and a thick waistcoat stayed for a while on Melisandre's exquisite body, then waved and let her in.

It's not that the things down there are hard to use, it's just that it's so cold that I really don't have the interest.

After being a guard for so long, he has some discernment.

He knew very well that a woman who dressed strangely and rode a horse was probably not someone to be trifled with.

Melisandre came to Winterfell because she wanted to reiterate to the lords here, the Stark family, that the servants of the Cold God had crossed the Great Wall.

Although the letter had been sent, she could not guarantee that these people would believe it.

Therefore, she had no choice but to make another trip by herself, and by the way, find a way to contact Clay Mandler.

That guy's power might have a strange effect on the cold god's servants.

Because his attire... is really too eye-catching.

Of course, the main thing is to attract men's attention.

Soon, Melisandre saw a group of soldiers wearing wolf armor walking towards her.

Obviously, she has been noticed by the owner here.

Coming closer, Melisandre said directly without waiting for the other party to speak:

"I am a priest of the Lord of Light. I represent R'hllor's will. You can call me Melisandre."

The person leading the team was naturally Sir Roderick, who stayed in the city to guard his home.

The old knight still had some knowledge until he knew what the Lord of Light was.

He just didn't understand why the priest of the Lord of Light returned to Winterfell.

But his young master didn't know how he knew that this woman had arrived in the city, so he specially asked him to come over and bring this mysterious woman to his room.

Roderick got it wrong at the beginning.

However, when I saw this plump woman, I also thought about my young master's small body, which was only in his early ten years.

Forget it...impossible.

It's better to throw away those messy thoughts.

No matter how precocious it is, it is unlikely that it will happen at the age of ten.

"Come with me, the Duke wants to see you."

Melisandre naturally doesn't know what Roderick is thinking.

Following the head coach of Winterfell, we came to the main castle of the Stark family.

Melisandre has long been used to being showered with strange looks from people around her along the way.

However, the closer she got to the main tower, the greater her sense of crisis became.

Here, the power of the old gods is too strong, which is really abnormal.

What happened to the Stark family?

Melisandre doesn't know.

However, after she was brought to Bran Stark's room by Sir Roderick, the woman knew why she felt this way when she saw Bran Stark for the first time.

The agent of the old gods, the three-eyed raven, why is he here?

When did you replace Bran Stark?

Clay Mandler doesn't know about this?

Or do you know and acquiesce in His existence?

What are they planning?

All of a sudden, thoughts came to me.

Melisandre felt that her brain was no longer enough.

She really didn't expect to see the Three-Eyed Crow here.

She now understood why she was brought here smoothly.

This guy who spreads his eyes across the entire northern territory must have observed his existence a long time ago.

Sir Roderick said:

"grown ups?"

Bran Stark glanced at Melisandre, who was standing at the door, looking uneasy, and there was a rare smile on her frozen face.

He said:

"Get out, Ser Roderick, and let no one come in without my command."

"...Okay, sir."

Ser Rodrick compared the body shapes of Melisandre and Bran Stark, and some pictures popped into his mind.

Giving his lord a body-conscious look, Sir Roderick sighed and left the room.

He had no intention of telling Catelyn Tully anything.

First, it is now becoming more and more obvious that Bran Stark has the final say in Winterfell.

Secondly, if something like this happens, and you suddenly bother me, don't blame yourself if anything happens in the future.

Sir Roderick didn't want to be the villain.

…

"Surprising, priest of R'hllor?"

Brynden Rivers lost the pretense and returned to a face that had experienced so many years of ups and downs and had the calmness of an ancient well.

Although it looks very inconsistent on the face of a child in his early ten years.

When Melisandre heard what she said, she knew that she couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb and leave here today.

The gray power of the old gods has enveloped this room.

In other words, she can't borrow R'hllor's power now.

This is the opponent's home court. As long as the agent of the old god is willing, he can kill himself at any time.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that Yin Jue came to Winterfell and replaced Bran Stark."

Melisandre glanced at Brynden Rivers playfully and chuckled:

"Could it be said that the agent of the old gods is preparing to seek worldly authority?"

"I'm afraid this won't work. You can't compete with the Dragon King in the south. His power is independent of your system and mine."

Melisandre said.

She didn't have to worry about the Three-Eyed Crow.

However, in the current situation, theoretically speaking, the agent of the old gods is on the same front as himself.

If He displeases Clay Manderly, it will not be of any benefit to the power of the Lord of Light to care for this land and resist the invasion of darkness and coldness.

Brynden Rivers sneered inwardly.

Of course, He knew that Clay Mandler was not someone to be trifled with.

As long as he can swallow his own magic power, he must not mess with him.

He was in a hurry, as long as Clay Mandler found a way to inject magic into his body, he would be finished immediately.

"You don't have to worry about it. I know how powerful Clay Mandler is. Now, explain your purpose of coming. Otherwise, I won't welcome you here."

Previously, all the power of the Three-Eyed Crow was monitoring the battle situation on the east coast.

He already knew about the fall of Kaho City.

Earl Gilbert Glover's army had just set off not long ago.

He really didn't know how Melisandre got to the North.

After all, the Narrow Sea is not his territory, and Melisandre is not within his sight at all when she goes north.

"According to my lord's will, I came to check the movements of the servants of the Cold God."

Melisandre said nothing of value.

She was not sure whether the Three-Eyed Crow knew about the servants of the Cold God.

Theoretically, as a local snake, he should know better than himself.

"Servants of the Cold God..."

Breeden Rivers felt a chill in his heart when he heard the word.

"They have crossed the Great Wall, slaughtered the entire Skagos Island, landed in the north, and occupied the entire Kaho City."

The Three-Eyed Crow gritted his teeth and said these words that made Melisandre's eyes suddenly widen.

Seeing Melisandre's reaction, Brynden Rivers felt tired.

This is urgent. You came to investigate and found nothing.

The other person who has the ability to resist all this is now busy grabbing territory in the south, and he still has no way of contacting him.

This is not like being in the north. I can enter the dreams of some people, and I can also contact them through "dreaming".

After crossing the Neck, the power of the Three-Eyed Crow is approximately zero.

Now, it was up to Him alone.

I hope Gabbert Glover can use it on a regular basis.

If He collapses again, he will be in big trouble.

"Are you...the servant of God of Cold already here?"

Melisandre was scared.

As a priest of the Lord of Light, she was not afraid of mortal swords, but was afraid of the cold and dark throat that could swallow everything.

The servants of the Cold God, those guys on the big ship, actually slaughtered an island in such a short period of time, and now they have landed in the north and captured a noble castle.

This is a big deal. Why have I never seen similar reminders in the fire along the way?

Could it be that those servants of the Cold God also have the ability to shield their gaze?

No, if the North is breached and the Great Wall falls, those real servants, the walking dead, will descend upon all of Westeros.

"Have you contacted Clay Mandler? This is his territory and he must control it!"

Melisandre was a little anxious.

"Unfortunately, I can't do it."

Brynden Rivers knocked on the armrest with a look of helplessness on his face.

"With my status, it is impossible for me to do those things. Use your brain and think about it carefully."

"You're here, which means R'hllor didn't expect this."

"Now, if the door is not guarded, the responsibility does not fall on me."

He took a deep look at Melisandre and said coldly:

"Go to Clay Manderly immediately and bring him and his army back to the north. I will be here and try my best to organize forces to delay the Cold God. As for how long... I can't guarantee it."

"So go, servants of R'hllor."