Chapter 191 Gift From the Red-Robed Visitor

Clay didn't want to interrogate the so-called "Savage King" because there was no need.

This guy has no intention of talking properly at all, and even if Clay drags him into a small dark room and gives him a Yakshi Seal, the information he gets may not be accurate.

Think about where the information about Mance Rayder, the King of the Wildlings, came from? Didn't someone below report it to him?

This itself is information that has been processed layer by layer. It is understood and organized in Mance Rayder's mind, and finally relayed to Clay. You just want to know how big the deviation is.

Therefore, instead of asking him and getting wrong information and ultimately delaying the matter, it is better to ask these savages directly. Anyway, Clay believes that he will have many prisoners in this battle.

Not everyone, under the shadow of death, can still calmly insist on "freedom" without bending the knee to Clay. Everyone is afraid of death. Clay doesn't believe what tricks these people can play for themselves. .

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The outcome of the war was doomed from the beginning. When Earl Glover, covered in blood, came to him on a war horse early the next morning, Clay knew that his mission for this trip had been completed.

He glanced at Earl Glover, who understood what his commander meant, cleared his throat, and began to report the results to Clay:

"Lord Clay, according to your order, I led a thousand people to move quickly towards the north. As you expected, the savages collapsed at the first touch and fled to the northeast. When my troops appeared, many of them were stunned. In place."

"My visual inspection at the time was that the 1,000 of us blocked at least 5,000 people. I originally thought it would be a tough battle, because I felt that the trapped beasts had the strongest fighting capacity."

"However, we still think highly of these people. They are probably very nervous. When they were charged by your army, they became frightened. A few people with abnormal brains rushed over. After we killed them, they I’m overwhelmed.”

"Later, we faced off like this until your army rushed over, and then..."

Earl Glover spread his hands, with a very strange expression on his face, and said:

"We have calculated that you now have more than 30,000 prisoners, ranging in age from newborns to fifty years old. You see..."

Clay frowned. He had not expected this development. He originally thought that the savages would resist fiercely. After all, once the resistance failed, they would become "kneeling people."

Fortunately, these people knelt so smoothly and smoothly, it actually made Clay unable to deal with it. His original plan was for the savages to resist fiercely, and then eat them one by one, knocking out their spirit. , finally forcing them to surrender.

"How's our damage?"

"Hey, Lord Clay, you are underestimating our brothers in the north, that is, the elite Lannister can cause us a little trouble. Just these people, a hundred people can't get together a sword, what can they do? threaten?"

"We later cleaned up the battlefield and counted, and we found that less than fifty of us died in total. The rest were all lightly or seriously injured, and most of them were blunt force injuries. They just need to be nursed back to health."

"How many of them are dead? Don't tell me that they are all dead. I saw a large wave of people running towards the northwest. We didn't arrange anyone there."

"Yes, there were not many people who died directly in the hands of our cavalry, not even more than 10,000 people. Later we interrogated two savage leaders who surrendered, and they both confessed. In fact, in the hands of Mance Rayder Just over 70,000 people.”

"Of these 70,000 people, another 20,000 are divided into Eastwatch and Shadow Tower. They are probably preparing to cross the Great Wall in batches."

Clay nodded. He understood that he only had 50,000 enemies in front of him. He killed 10,000 people, captured 30,000 people, ran away 10,000 people, and there were 20,000 people separated on both sides.

By destroying the core that the Savages had worked so hard to create, Mance Rayder, the Savages' command system actually ceased to exist.

In this battle, my side had an exchange ratio of one to two hundred. If it had been elsewhere, I would have been arrested as a war criminal. However, now, this big victory has made the threat of the savages a reality. 's no longer exists.

Although only 10,000 people were killed on the battlefield, in fact, the significance was much more than that.

The reason why the Night's Watch was nervous and rushed to Winterfell to bring in reinforcements was actually because Mance Rayder, the former Night's Watch, had crushed a hundred thousand wildlings into a ball. Therefore, the Night's Watch Legion had to face a group of people. Big Tuo.

But now, the leader who all the tribes obeyed is gone, and the troops of the various savages are still scattered in all directions. There is no possibility for them to unite again.

From now on, there may still be a lot of savages, but in the eyes of Clay and the Night Watch Legion, they are just countless tiny grains of sand.

Without the help of external forces, no matter how large the quantity of sand is, it is impossible to build a strong city. A pile of scattered sand poses no threat.

"Oh, by the way, Master Clay, during the battle outside the wall, we met a strange woman. We couldn't grasp it, so we brought her here. Do you want to meet her?"

Strange woman, can’t grasp it? The corner of Clay's mouth twitched slightly. What do you mean if you can't grasp it, just leave it to me? Is this why I'm here to help you deal with trouble?

"What woman? Why do you call her weird?"

"Well... that woman is wearing a red robe. It's such a cold day, and we all cover ourselves up like bears. She's wearing that red cannon, and she's not cold at all."

"..."

"Also, she claims to be the messenger of the Lord of Light. According to the will of her god, she wants to see you by name. She also brought a few captives with her, saying that as soon as you see the captives, you will see her. "

"...Okay, bring me the prisoner first."

Clay took a deep breath, he already knew who was coming.

No, eldest sister, shouldn’t you stay on Dragonstone and be Stannis’s royal advisor? Why are you here with me?

Moreover, it seems that he has never dealt with Melisandre, right? Why does she know him directly?

Clay didn't believe it because of other things, such as Stannis bringing a letter to him. The reason why this witch came to him must be related to the magic in his body.

Speaking of which, when I returned to the North this time, the Three-Eyed Crow hadn't appeared for a long time. It couldn't be that the Internet was not good, right? The magic power was not enough to contact me, right?

It wasn't until Clay saw the twitching savage captives that he realized he had made a stupid mistake.

These people with light green magic flowing all over their bodies are shapechangers, a magical unit unique to the people of the North.

They can control animals for reconnaissance, such as eagles, wolves, shadow lynxes, etc. They came here in a hurry and completely forgot about this incident.

Clay looked at the green magic mixed with red fire magic and understood what Melisandre meant.

This was a meeting gift for herself, which meant that she did herself a favor. She used a method she didn't know to deal with these magic units in advance, which made her raid a great success.

"Go, bring that woman to me."

Clay shouted to the soldiers waiting outside the tent.

The soldiers looked at each other, and after thinking about something, one of them ran quickly in one direction.

"The troubles are endless, can't we stop calming down?"

Clay rubbed his brows with a headache. He really didn't want to deal with these nagging guys, because this was something he couldn't control.

For example, Melisandre, the messenger of the Lord of Light, came to him, and she probably found her own reasons with the Three-Eyed Crow. Looking at it the other way around, her Igni Seal also used fire magic.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, while Clay was frowning and thinking, a hoarse and magnetic female voice came into Clay's ears.

"It seems that you need help, Agent of Ability God..."