Chapter 349 Dungeon, new alliance
Clay waited at the Wall.
He knew very well that this place was under the shroud of cold magic.
Then, in the eyes of the Wild Hunt guys, I am an absolute alien.
After all, it is a common fact that magicians perceive each other.
He knew that the Wild Hunt would not be reconciled to this failure.
There will definitely be another raid.
So, he ordered his soldiers to brace themselves, and under the command of the Night's Watch troops who returned to Castle Black, every point in Castle Black was filled with troops.
Except for some of the subsequent seven thousand troops to protect logistics, the rest were all brought to Castle Black.
Brynden Rivers' raven has been sent here first.
He said that he would rush to the Great Wall as soon as possible.
Clay knew that this was the case. This old boy was too afraid that there was territory in the north that did not belong to him.
During his time at Castle Black, Clay was quite busy.
Not civil engineering that goes on a wild hunt.
In fact, he didn't even think about opening the door to the outside of the wall.
Anyway, the White Walkers are not afraid of the cold, and they are just legends outside the Great Wall.
Good.
Just don't bother him by going south.
He asked the Night's Watch to restore all the results of the Wild Hunt's efforts.
Block the tunnel tightly.
This time, as long as the Great Wall does not fall.
The White Walkers want to come over, unless they order the wights to crawl across the Wall.
During this period of time, Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont tried to talk to Clay several times, but he was blocked by Clay.
Clay knew what he was going to ask.
These recent events made the commander of the night watch realize something.
There are many, many things he doesn't know about in this world.
Moreover, there are people who have a lot more information than him.
Now that this man is in his own castle, this is his best chance.
However, Clay just ignored him.
How to explain to the Commander of the Night's Watch that it was Brynden Rivers' trouble.
Clay didn't want to waste this time.
So, he waited like this for eight days until Bran Stark arrived in a hurry.
Fortunately, this guy still had a clear mind and didn't go straight to the weirwood node as soon as he arrived.
I know who has the final say in the north now.
So, Bran Stark first came to Castle Black of the Night Watch and met with Clay.
The two of them were alone again.
On the ground in the north, they are the two most powerful people now.
They want to talk quietly behind closed doors, and no one can stop them.
I couldn't say half a word "no".
"Your Majesty... thank you for everything you have done for the North."
Brynden Rivers started with a very general introduction.
"Do you need to say that?"
Clay smiled.
"No, at least half of what I said is sincere."
Brynden Rivers said.
"I can't see how you defeated those things. It seems that your ability is much stronger than Jon Umber."
The Three-Eyed Crow's tone was somewhat emotional.
I am afraid of comparison in everything.
Originally, Jon Amber was considered a warrior in the North.
But in front of the Wild Hunt, it failed miserably.
For a time, the line from the Dreadfort to the Long Lake became the front line.
But Clay Mandler heard the news in the south and came back with his troops.
No matter what your bullshit is, Hanshen or not.
Pierced directly and recaptured Castle Black.
Now, he was given the opportunity to return here and repair the damaged weirwood nodes with his own hands.
The former Brynden Rivers was also a man capable of fighting.
Seeing this scene in front of me was quite touching.
From His perspective, that's how things are.
"Okay, there's no need to flatter me. I want to know now how long it will take you to restore a node."
Daenerys pays herself a compliment, especially in bed.
Clay will take it in stride.
But for the agent of the old gods in front of him, he did not need to listen to his good words.
"Okay, as you wish."
Brynden Rivers knew Clay Manderly was keeping a close eye on him.
He said:
"In two days, I will go to the nearest forest and select a suitable weirwood tree."
Not too long.
Clay nodded.
"Then, hurry up. There are no nodes, and those guys will attack here at any time."
The Three-Eyed Crow didn't quite understand what Clay meant, so he couldn't help but ask:
"Attack here? Under your nose?"
Clay suddenly realized that this guy didn't know that Wild Hunt would pull the portal.
"Our opponents have the ability to instantly project their power to places enveloped by their magic."
"That's why every time they attack the fortress, they attack your node first."
Looking at the dull expression on the Three-Eyed Crow, Clay knew that this would be the reaction.
"Don't be like that and accept the reality. Otherwise, how do you think Hearth City and Kaho City were lost in the end?"
When the Wild Hunt opened the portal, it happened to be after the Three-Eyed Crow went "blind".
Clay only realized it today.
"It's just...it's just...it's so shocking to me."
Brynden Rivers spent a long time organizing his speech before he came up with such a dry sentence.
He really felt that it was very dangerous.
At the beginning, he still thought that if Clay Mandler did not come to the rescue, he would go deep into the blizzard and fight these servants of the Cold God.
Anyway, green seers can communicate with animals, so they are somewhat capable of fighting.
But if it's true what Clay Mandler said.
If you go in by yourself, aren't you looking for death?
How dangerous.
"I understand now why there are so many people stationed in this Black Castle. You are just afraid that they will suddenly... attack and come in, leaving you unprepared, right?"
Clay nodded, there was nothing to deny.
Wrinkling his green-looking brows, Brynden Rivers was silent for a long time, and then said:
"This is still very dangerous. I will restore the weirwood nodes now, but you have to send someone trustworthy to protect me. I don't want to be stabbed in the back by those guys suddenly."
"Okay, I'll give you someone and I'll report to you soon."
After saying that, the Three-Eyed Crow didn't waste any time.
Originally, he thought that this black castle was full of troops and should be very safe.
But now that Clay said this, he suddenly felt that from any dark corner, a sharp knife might be handed out, or a ferocious hound might jump out.
Although he knew very well in his heart, with the perception of magic power, he could definitely realize the danger in advance.
But this feeling of uneasiness has become more and more intense.
Watching Brynden Rivers, leading a large number of people, leaving the south gate of Castle Black in a crowd.
Clay shook his head.
The more the Three-Eyed Crow behaves like this, the less seriously Clay takes him.
Being too afraid of death is a weakness in itself.
That will make you give up a lot of things unconsciously and make concessions in many places.
It is much easier to deal with such a guy than those who dare to fight hard.
"Put that guy away, I'm going to ask him something."
Clay said to Jon Amber who came behind him.
He was stunned for a moment.
Finally the Lord of Hearth responded. His Majesty was referring to the prisoners he captured during the Battle of Weirwood.
These days, Jon Umber is in charge.
There are quite a few diehards here.
Moreover, Jon Amber found that he could not understand what these guys said.
There was only one guy who seemed weaker and seemed to understand what he was saying.
Although he pretended not to understand, his knee-jerk reaction to some words could not fool anyone.
This guy knows the lingua franca.
But Jon Umber has taken out quite a few things from this guy these days.
He found that their communication did not seem to be on the same channel.
I don’t know if he was kicked in the head by a war horse when he was captured.
Sometimes what the prisoner said seemed to Jon Umber to be nonsense.
In desperation, he could only use the passive skills of his subordinates.
Pass the blame to superiors.
The person who is more senior than him in Castle Black is His Majesty King Clay Manderly.
Now, Clay is finally free.
It’s time to give these Wild Hunt captives a good look.
Of course, no one else can know this.
After all, Clay knew everything about the Wild Hunt to a certain extent.
Follow Jon Umber all the way towards the dungeons of Castle Black.
The prisoners were held here.
On the way, Jon Amber couldn't help but said:
"Your Majesty, are those guys really human?"
He also noticed the pointed ears and slightly curious appearance.
Moreover, he saw deep disdain in the eyes of those prisoners.
Disdain for his race, Jon Umber.
This is not the kind of thing that during the Targaryen dynasty, the royal family looked down upon the lower-class peasants.
It made Jon Umber very uncomfortable anyway.
"Anyway, just like people, they will die if they are stabbed, and the blood that comes out will be red."
Clay said.
Jon Umber couldn't argue.
The two walked into the dungeon.
In addition to the night watchmen, there are also Clay's army soldiers responsible for guarding.
They all knew the king, so they saluted together and said:
"His Majesty."
Clay told them all to leave.
He glanced back at Jon Umber.
"You go out too."
"Uh...yes, Your Majesty."
The cell fell silent, leaving Clay alone, of course, on a racial level.
In the original dungeon, there were still some night watchmen who had been punished.
But when it comes to thoroughness, naturally these guys cannot be left to the wild hunting.
So the dungeon was cleared.
Now, the only ones imprisoned are these four unlucky Wild Hunt guys who are still alive.
He took out the key and opened the cell door. A smell of corruption, despite being in such a cold environment, still persisted in entering Clay's nose.
"The dungeons at Winterfell are similar."
Clay said to himself.
Hearing the movement, a guy lying on the broken straw mat opened his cloudy eyes.
The armor, which was exquisitely crafted and used to intimidate opponents with its ghostly image, had long been stripped off by Clay's soldiers in the most brutal way.
These are all trophies.
When it is finally distributed, it will be a huge fortune.
Armor, especially this kind of full-body armor, can sometimes be worth as much as a manor.
"Get up, Ain El, I have something to ask you."
Clay didn't know Elvish, and the few sentences in his memory didn't help him communicate.
But when these words were spoken in Common Language, another guy who looked half-dead suddenly raised his head.
Those red eyes were full of disbelief.
The bloodless, sickly pale face finally no longer looked like someone who needed a beating.
But he still didn't speak.
Clay knew how arrogant these guys were, and it took him a long time to adjust his mentality.
How could the great Wild Hunt be captured by human natives?
This is a disgrace, an everlasting disgrace!
"You don't have to speak. I can tell you that today is your last chance to speak. If you don't say anything that satisfies me, then why should I keep you?"
"You are good at driving hounds, so how about I feed you to my hounds?"
Clay's tone was quite ordinary and nonchalant.
To deal with this kind of guy, good words and words are useless. Trying to let him break his defense is the most effective way of communication.
Clay could clearly notice the trembling of this guy's body.
Obviously, it was in his mind to say or not.
He knew that his people had already disarmed this shackled guy.
Just as he was about to step into the cell, Clay suddenly realized.
That's right, don't you have the Yaksi Dharma Seal?
I haven't used it for a long time, so I forgot about it.
As a result, he was left with the words he had planned in his heart.
He directly raised his left hand and covered it with the Yakxi seal.
"Now, you can talk properly."
…
The Reach.
Highgarden City.
This garden-like castle was shrouded in heavy rain today.
It seems that the bad weather in the north has affected this place.
As masters of the city, House Tyrell now has an important guest.
Once their mortal enemy.
Ser Jaime Lannister of Casterly Rock.
He brings Lord Tywin's will with him.
Therefore, he was welcomed by the Tyrell family.
Although it was a rainy day, in the room that was still fragrant, Jaime Lannister met the heads of the Tyrell family.
Of course, except for the Duke of Highgarden, "Inflatable Fish" Mace Tyrell.
This guy is of no use here, and may actually be a disservice.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Olenna, I think we should get down to business now."
Jaime Lannister put down the goblet Margaery Tyrell handed him.
Knowing what he meant, Highgarden Rose showed a charming smile and retreated to her grandmother's side.
She also felt a little bitter.
Originally, the Tyrell family invested in Renly Baratheon and married her off.
I thought I could bring the two families together this time.
After giving birth to an heir, the Tyrell family can replace the Lannister family in the center.
But who knew that Renly Baratheon had a special sexual interest.
After staying at his place for so long, Margaery Tyrell still didn't know what a man felt like.
From that moment on, the Tyrell family began planning to break away from Renly.
After all, without an heir, how could the Tyrell family legitimately enter the Royal Council in King's Landing?
But Margaery Tyrell was out of luck.
It's not like everyone in Westeros knows about Renly.
In the eyes of the outside world, Margaery, who returned from King's Landing, was no longer a pure girl.
In other words, the asset named Margaery Tyrell has depreciated significantly.
Therefore, Jaime Lannister's attitude today is very understandable.
After all, not everyone wants to be a receiver.
There is no way to explain this kind of thing directly. After all, has the other party directly stated his intention in this regard?
Glancing at her granddaughter, Mrs. Olenna sighed in her heart, but with a smile on her face:
"It seems that Lord Tywin is also planning to join us."
