Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Melisandre.

The tent was dimly lit, and the figure of the woman in red swayed slightly with the flames in the brazier, casting its light on the tent.

"Why are you back now? Have you found the answer you were looking for?"

The Red Priestess stood beside Viserys, examining the decorations inside the golden-domed tent.

It's clear that this place is filled with Dothraki-style decorations, with horse manes everywhere, scimitars, bows and arrows, and an exaggeratedly large bed.

For this nation, a Khao certainly needs a big bed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's exactly why I came here."

Melisandre then turned around after hearing Viserys's words. The casual expression on her pretty face disappeared considerably, replaced by a serious look.

“I have received a revelation from the Lord of Light, and I must tell you.”

"prophecy?"

Viserys raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing Melisandre's words.

"What prophecy?"

He did know that Melisandre was skilled in prophecy, and it was through prophecy that she saw the process of roasting the dragon egg, and then she traveled a long way to come here.

"About the White Walkers."

Melisandre spoke with a serious expression.

However, she couldn't explain it too clearly; Viserys himself needed to perceive God's revelation.

The Red Witch then helped Viserys up from the futon on the ground and led him to the blazing campfire.

"Your Majesty, please look at this flame."

Viserys frowned slightly, then his eyes turned to the pot of flickering flames.

In an instant, in the light reflected from his pupils, he saw a sky full of red light shining above him.

The darkness in the distance, like an eternal night, gradually encroaches.

Chapter 409 The Perspective of the Gods

the next morning.

The sky was overcast, a far cry from the good weather of the past few days. With the footsteps of the White Walkers, the cold once again enveloped the area around the Twins.

Tap tap...

The Dothraki camp was bustling with activity once again, with the constant sound of horses' hooves and people shouting something in their obscure Mathraki language.

Soon, smoke began to rise from the chimney.

“Kao”.

“Kao”.

More and more people were coming and going from the Kao tent, but few knew what had happened the night before.

This includes the arrival of the Red Priestess and the silent conversation between her idol, the Lord of Light, and Viserys.

"That being said, I still have some difficulty understanding what the Lord of Light is trying to tell me."

After a night's rest.

After getting up early and handling some official business, Viserys wore loose clothes, his long silver-gold hair not tied up but left to fall freely.

He glanced at Melisandre, who was still wearing a red robe.

After returning from her travels in Westeros, she remained permanently in the army. The witch still wore the dazzling ruby ​​necklace around her neck and sat quietly on the futon in front of the table.

The woman's long, copper-colored hair was braided and hung down to her chest. She seemed more energetic than yesterday, and her deep red eyes seemed to flicker with flames.

"Could you tell me what you saw in the revelation of the Lord of Light yesterday?"

Melisandre calmly raised her delicate chin slightly and then asked.

"Perhaps this can help you."

Melisandre was also curious about what Viserys had seen while staring at that ball of fire for so long yesterday.

However, it was too late yesterday and there was no time to ask clearly, but there is time today, and she also has her own thirst for knowledge.

Viserys hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"can."

Melisandre is a follower of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, so she has nothing to hide about him, especially since she needs him to provide some explanations.

He then explained in detail what he had seen while looking at the pot of flames yesterday.

Simply put, what he saw in the flames was like a slightly abstract dream; he saw a sky full of red light rising, while in the distance lay an unfathomable darkness.

Everything around them was bathed in these two lights, intertwined and inseparable. Beneath all this, many insignificant details caught Viserys's attention, and he told them all to Melisandre.

After Viserys finished explaining everything in detail, Melisandre fell into deep thought. The room became quiet, with only the crackling of the campfire.

Is that so?

Melisandre's ruby ​​on her chest reflected the firelight. She remained silent for a long while before speaking again.

"The red light may represent Rahlo's divine power, while the darkness represents the god of cold."

"Your Majesty, what you are seeing may be a battle between the King of Light and the Other Gods."

Melisandre offered a simple analysis of Viserys's dream, concluding that the Lord of Light intentionally allowed Viserys to witness the battle of the gods through His eyes.

The balance of power between the two sides is now reflected on the human battlefield, where humans have retreated to the Twins, and the influence of the Lord of Light's divine power has also retreated there.

Viserys gazed into the distance into the deep darkness, which he believed to be the very North now completely swallowed by the cold.

However, all of this is seen very differently by gods and mortals. In Rahlo's eyes, it is just a world full of monotonous colors.

"Melissandra, you mean... I experienced R'hllor's perspective while I was in the flames?"

Viserys frowned slightly upon hearing Melisandre's analysis, and then asked a question.

"In the eyes of the gods, the entire world is divided by several divine powers?"

"Then what are we?"

"Damn chess piece?"

"To play a proxy war in place of the gods?"

The entire world is a battlefield of gods. The clashes between the gods are not the earth-shattering, terrifying scenes one might imagine, but rather battles that are as gentle as a breeze and as subtle as a gentle rain.

The battlefield is their chessboard, and the chess pieces are the masses of people in the world. The gods, as chess players, control the life and death of mortals, and the fate of mortals indirectly affects the fate of the gods.

If that's really the case...

So the gods of this world don't seem to be as terrifying as Viserys imagined.

Melisandre's expression also turned slightly serious, but she shook her head, unable to give Viserys an explanation.

"You must not speak ill of the gods, Your Majesty."

What exactly are the gods? How do they operate the world? Do they have human-like emotions? These are questions that cannot be fully understood with their superficial knowledge.

Melisandre spent her entire life trying to figure out what God was revealing to her.

That's why what happened last night happened. The Lord of Light gave her an inspiration, and she traveled all the way from King's Landing to the front lines to find Viserys.

Melisandre then continued to try to interpret the dream Viserys had seen the previous night.

The world Viserys saw yesterday from R'hllor's perspective: Viserys looked back to the south, where the red light was still strong and powerful, appearing as bright as the midday sun.

Turning to look north, the deep black and silver expanse there seemed to be losing momentum, but even a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

This is the battlefield of the gods.

Lord Rahlo, the Lord of Light, seems to want to tell Viserys that the Other Gods' divine power is insufficient and lacks a successor.

Perhaps this is why Viserys, riding a dragon, descended and briefly clashed with the Night King last time, after which the Night King ordered a retreat.

"I too once received a revelation from the Lord of Light..."

At that moment, Melisandre suddenly spoke with a complicated expression. She glanced at Viserys and then continued.

"The Lord of Light asked me to come to Westeros to investigate the truth behind the resurgence of the White Walkers."

Viserys nodded slightly upon hearing Melisandre's words.

At that time, Melisandre even bid him farewell and went to Westeros alone.

It turns out they received a revelation from the King of Light.

"Later I came to Westeros, to the frozen North, to the Wall, and God told me once again that the Others should not be resurrected at this time."

"He arrived too early."

"Did he arrive too early?"

Melisandre's words were calm, but they stirred up a storm in Viserys' ears.

The silver-haired young man frowned and couldn't help but repeat a sentence.

Because he knew that the White Walkers shouldn't have been revived at this time.

The whole world is accelerating because of him.

Chapter 410 Insufficient Divine Power

“Yes, Your Majesty, the King of Light told me that the Other Gods should not be revived at this time.”

Melisandre looked slightly puzzled by Viserys's strong reaction.

But I still emphasized it again.

"Perhaps the alien gods revived too early, coupled with the lack of effective resistance from humanity and the rapid advance of the undead army... These are all reasons why the alien gods' divine power eventually became weak."

The Night King had actually slowed down, but in the end, he progressed too quickly. He took too big a step and ended up hurting himself.