Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, Viserys didn't have much time to think; he only paused slightly.

"Give this letter to Rams."

"Tell him to find out what Pentos is up to and see what he's trying to do."

Then the young king stood up and spoke.

"Let's go."

"Go and see how this sword is being forged."

...

Soon after.

Tap tap...

Footsteps echoed in the castle's corridors.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

The servants on both sides of the courtyard bowed to Viserys when they saw him.

When Viserys arrived at the blacksmith's workshop inside the castle, it was still filled with smoke.

However, the longsword forged from the heart of the Red Comet was freshly made, and Master Tob Mort was sweeping away some dust.

"This is the sword, Your Majesty."

Master Tobu, covered in dust and dirt, spoke respectfully.

At the same time, there was an undisguised joy in his eyes. He was very satisfied with his work and had a premonition that it would be a divine weapon that would leave its mark in the long river of history.

And the name Tob Motte, the craftsman who forged it, will become a true 'master craftsman'.

Although he is now called a 'master' by others, Tob himself understands that a 'master' without famous works cannot be considered a true master.

Therefore, Tob's joy was even stronger than Viserys'.

As soon as Viserys entered the workshop, without Old Tob needing to say anything, his pale purple eyes were immediately drawn to the longsword hanging upside down on the shelf.

The dark red blade looked as if it were covered in blood, with simple black patterns in the center of the hilt, and the golden guard curved towards the blade, like a dragon's claw gripping the edge.

The sword has an elongated, dark black hilt that can be held with one hand or two, and is adorned with a gold ornament inlaid with a red gemstone.

The sword's overall style is blood-red, like that red comet that streaked across the sky at dusk, its crimson light even obscuring the setting sun before falling into Viserys' eyes.

"This sword..."

Viserys was immediately captivated by it at first sight, as if he had seen a ball of fire, with waves of heat washing over him.

Then the young king couldn't help but reach out and grip the sword hilt tightly. The intense heat instantly vanished, leaving only the clear tactile sensation of gripping the hilt and the desire to use it to kill his enemies.

click -

Viserys took the sword from the shelf, and its blood-red light, like the setting sun, illuminated the entire workshop, even overshadowing the blazing furnace.

Images flashed through his mind, and the handsome face of the young king was clearly reflected on the smooth, water-like blade.

"Let's give it a name..."

"This sword... is called 'Twilight'."

"It will end the rule of usurpers and may save many lives in the future."

This name was certainly not chosen to match the other divine weapon forged from the Heart of the Stars, which was called Dawn; Viserys didn't have such a perverse sense of humor.

Upon first seeing the sword, Viserys was instantly struck by an image of a blood-red setting sun.

sunset.

In the dimly lit sky, a dazzling red comet streaked across the sky, even obscuring the light of the setting sun and the moon.

Then, like a giant hand gripping a dagger, it descended from the sky and stabbed fiercely into the ground.

"After the twilight of the apocalypse comes even more abundant life."

"Your Majesty is a well-chosen name."

Old Tob stared intently at Viserys holding the blood-red longsword. Seeing that Viserys was quite satisfied with the sword, he was relieved and offered a perfectly appropriate response.

The woman in the red robe on the other side also showed unconcealable weariness in her eyes.

The sword has finally been successfully forged.

The effort she put in over those three months was no less than that of Master Tob.

The priestess's divine power within her body was almost completely drained, and she personally used her divine power to ignite the flames with each forging.

"This will be the twilight of the false gods."

Melisandre's voice was flat.

"The true king of light and fire will surely defeat the alien gods and save the world with the messenger of light."

The doctrines of the Red God are somewhat similar to a dualistic deity, meaning that there are two true gods in the world, while the rest are false gods.

Allah Rahro is known as the Lord of Light, the God of Shadow and Fire, and also the God of Heat and Life, symbolizing the Sun.

Rahlo's mortal enemy is also a true god recognized in the Red God's doctrine, known as the 'God of Cold' or 'Other God,' the god of darkness, coldness, and death.

The endless battle between the two is the source of the world's long summers and harsh winters.

When the King of Light has the upper hand, it is the long summer; when coldness engulfs the entire world, it foreshadows that the God of Cold will once again take the lead.

However, this time the God of Cold is about to revive and winter is coming, and Melisandre feels that her connection with R'hllor has become closer, and the power of the Lord of Light is also reviving.

Do not you know why.

Viserys held the blood-red longsword, which gleamed in the workshop's blazing furnace. He ignored Old Tob's flattery and Melisandre's brainwashing, then turned to look at his servant.

"Draw your sword."

The young king's guards were slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and drew their longswords from their waists.

Clang...

Inside the cramped workshop, both swords were drawn, gleaming with a chilling light. Master Tob and Melisandre wisely moved aside.

They knew that Viserys wanted to test his sword and were afraid of being accidentally injured by the two of them.

Although Melisandre is a witch, just like Miri's death, while they can cast curses, their bodies are still mortal.

A cold steel sword could pierce their hearts and kill the witch.

In the open space in the center of the workshop, the two distanced themselves. Viserys held 'Twilight' in one hand, his long silver-gold hair hanging down his back, and his pale purple eyes looked at the guard opposite him before nodding slightly.

"Attack me."

"My apologies, Your Majesty."

The guard gritted his teeth, holding his sword, and then slashed down with his sword.

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The guard mustered his courage and swung his sword.

call.

Then the young king stepped to the left and easily dodged to the side.

"Again!"

Then the guard gritted his teeth and swept his sword across again.

Viserys lowered his head this time, the longsword slashing over his head, then slammed his shoulder forward, striking the guard directly in the chest.

bang——

The guard, holding a longsword, was knocked back two or three steps, clutching his chest and panting slightly.

"Again."

Viserys decided on a whim to stretch his muscles, but this proved to be a real hardship for the soldier.

"His Majesty…"

"Which of the brothers in the castle hasn't practiced swordsmanship with His Majesty? That would be asking for trouble." The guard gave a wry smile, then gripped his sword again and lunged forward, aiming a slash directly at Viserys's neck.

When they practiced their swordsmanship, they never thought about whether they might hurt Viserys.

Since two years ago, when two or three of their brothers attacked him, they couldn't even touch the hem of Viserys's clothes.

This time, however, Viserys did not continue to dodge. Instead, he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and rammed it head-on with the crimson sword in his hand.

clang!

A loud clanging of metal suddenly echoed through the quiet workshop.

The guard's longsword was snapped in two with a snap, the tip falling to the ground.

The young king, wielding the twilight sword, severed the opponent's longsword, the blade carrying a powerful gust of wind pressing down on his neck.

In that instant, the guard felt a chill run through his body, and his hand holding the broken sword went limp before it fell to the ground.

Clang—

Whew…

Slightly panting, the guard had truly felt like he was about to die for a moment.

Viserys slowly sheathed his sword and then gently patted the guard on the shoulder in comfort.

He was very satisfied with the 'Twilight' sword; being able to cut through the opponent's weapon with a single strike during the clash was already a very good achievement.

Moreover, this sword, like a weapon forged from Valyrian steel, contains magic. When it cuts through another sword, the blade itself remains undamaged and will never dull or break.

"This sword is good, I'm very satisfied."

Viserys nodded slightly, then hung 'Twilight' back on the shelf, turned to the two people who were hiding at a distance, and spoke.

This sword has just been forged, and Master Tob still needs to forge a scabbard for it.

"I'm glad Your Majesty is satisfied."