Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 261 Magic Research Isn't That Difficult
When Wu Chen returned to the Great Wall, a thick fog had appeared in the woods outside the city. No one's vision could penetrate that fog, and no one dared to linger outside the wall.

That's right, no one.

When Wu Chen led Hera to the top of the city wall and defeated all the Night Watchmen stationed there, the barbarians from beyond the Great Wall seized the opportunity and attempted to break through the tunnel below into the back of the city wall.

They failed.

The mechanisms in the passageway were sturdy and well-prepared.

They paid a price for this and suffered greatly. In the end, they chose to lay down their weapons, surrender, and even as prisoners whose lives were not in their own hands, they pleaded with the night watchmen on the city walls to let them in.

The cost was heavy, but they succeeded in the end. After realizing that even threatening the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch with his life would be useless, they ultimately chose the path that would preserve their people.

“I thought these barbarians were all tough guys who would rather die than submit. It seems they don’t actually prefer to die rather than kneel before anyone,” the young Night Watchman murmured, his whisper reaching Wu Chen’s ears. And without a doubt, he had a face that Wu Chen recognized.

Jon Snow, nominally the bastard son of House Stark, and the unknown heir of House Targaryen. Both identities hold sway in this land. And it is for this reason that he is highly regarded within these high walls.

Wu Chen's gaze swept over him—Wu Chen had first heard his voice from a great distance, and only when he climbed the high wall did he turn his attention to him—he appeared cautious and apprehensive at this moment, as he was serving as a squire following behind the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

“This is Jon Snow, a very talented young man,” Commander Mormont said hastily as Wu Chen’s gaze fell upon him. He had recently witnessed Wu Chen’s extraordinary martial prowess.

“He is indeed very talented.” Wu Chen’s gaze shifted away from him, and he replied casually. “He has many intertwined blood in his veins, destined for greatness.”

“I am a Stark!” Young Jon immediately puffed out his chest and raised his head. Then, under Mormont’s stern gaze, he sheepishly changed his tune. “…I used to be a Stark.”

He is.

The blood of dragons and wolves surged within his body. From within him, Wu Chen could even sense some unusual magical reactions. Unlike Wu Chen, however, most of the magic within him was bound by the Great Wall beneath his feet.

Did he really say something?

Or perhaps it was simply a mental interaction triggered by magical fluctuations.

worthy of study.

“Stark.” Wu Chen nodded. The longsword, partially reshaped by Hera with only the wolf head weight remaining unchanged, emerged from its scabbard with a sharp, grinding sound. The blade shimmered with an alien magical light, reflecting astonished faces. “You mentioned this sword to me before.”

"Yes...it looks a bit like my uncle's sword..."

"You can try to hold it; perhaps you are qualified to use the power within this sword."

"I... I really can?" He saw the young man's eyes light up.

He saw that the old scholar and the commander-in-chief both seemed to want to say something but ultimately neither of them said anything, nor did they have a chance to speak.

Because the young man's hand was already gripping the sword hilt. And at the instant his skin touched the hilt, Wu Chen clearly sensed a slight surge of local magic.

"Ugh—" The young man let out a muffled groan and subconsciously loosened his grip. However, the instant he released his grip, a faint, ghostly flame flickered on the sword.

Sure enough.

He could indeed manipulate magic on the Wall. Since he had half Stark blood flowing through his veins, and the ancient Wall was built by the Stark ancestors, it was only natural for his bloodline to retain some loopholes.

"This...this is!" He stared at the ghostly flames flowing along the sword, slowly extinguishing as he released it, his eyes filled with disbelief and elation. "I just...felt something flowing out of my body. I...I can hold on!"

His face was pale, and he eagerly reached for the sword hilt again. Clearly, while magic existed in his blood, its reserves were limited. If left unchecked, his life would likely soon be in grave danger.

Then Wu Chen raised his eyes.

The force released, the mental energy lines activated by his mind, pressed down on his outstretched hand.

He simply looked over quietly, and reason and composure immediately returned to Jon's mind. Wu Chen examined Jon's palm and his own sword, and nodded.

"Interesting." The conjecture has actually been largely proven true.

"Did you see anything interesting or meet any special people before?" But he still needed the young Night's Watchman to recall and ponder carefully.

“Think it over, Jon,” the old maester added, which was a slight encouragement. However, a few seconds later, Jon still hesitated and shook his head.

"Sorry... I didn't encounter anything..."

That was all he said.

This time, however, Wu Chen clearly sensed the surge of magical power originating from within the Great Wall.

I saw a beautiful barbarian girl in Castel Fortress; she had red hair.

Wu Chen heard those words. He recognized the red-haired girl—it was Ygritte, Jon Snow's loyal assistant in the correct timeline. She had helped him a great deal and played a significant role in his story. Even though this was their first encounter, he subconsciously concealed her presence while speaking.

It was interesting, but that was enough.

Even though Jon Snow didn't speak, Wu Chen successfully captured his thoughts. The resonant frequency of magic was exceptionally clear at this moment, and Wu Chen knew that he could manipulate the magic within the Wall to some extent.

Blood can play a very important role.

Stark blood was particularly prominent.

In an instant, imperceptible to ordinary people, an invisible and colorless psychic thread sliced ​​a tiny incision in the sparsely nerve-rich area on the outside of Jon Snow's arm. Several beads of blood were then captured by the witch dust, which served as fulcrums, sufficient to fulfill its intended purpose.

—Studying magic doesn't seem that difficult.

A pleasant thought danced in his mind. The Stark blood beads stirred the surging demonic tide within the Wall. He hadn't revealed the truth about the magic to them because it would facilitate subsequent command and control. For at that very moment, the chill from the north was at its strongest in Wu Chen's perception.

He had already raised his hand to cast the spell.

At the same moment, the sentries on the city wall cried out in fear.

"Below the city walls! Look below the city walls!" The sentry's screams echoed through the sky.

(End of this chapter)