Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"cannot?"

"what happened?"

Mirasis's voice carried a hint of doubt, while the silver-haired youth in the study of Megalos relaxed his brows slightly and shook his head.

"nothing."

He hadn't expected that Miracis's divine sense also couldn't detect the existence of the black mist, which meant that it had surpassed humanity and reached the level of a god.

Is the existence of the black mist even more mysterious than that of the gods?

However, Viserys did not get an answer, after all, as Miracis said, there are different levels among the gods, and the difference between gods is even as great as the difference between mortals and gods.

A weak god looking up at a superior god is like looking at a god.

This statement may be a bit convoluted, but the reality is just that stark.

Miracis's divine consciousness was ultimately not the physical form of the Valyrian ancient god, and even if it were Miracis's physical form, it might not be among the most outstanding of the gods.

Otherwise, the gods of Valyria wouldn't have been wiped out in one fell swoop. The existence of the black mist might be that of the most powerful god among the gods, which is why it is so mysterious.

The handsome, silver-haired youth relaxed his brows, and that was the only way he could console himself. But then another question came to mind, and he asked it.

"Since you've just said so much, what is Mirasis's true form?"

"dragon."

Although Mirasis has no memories of the original body, she still knows about its origins.

"dragon?"

Viserys was slightly taken aback when he heard her words. He had not expected that Miracis, the ancient god of Valyria known as the lord of the ocean waves, was actually a dragon in his true form.

"Yes."

"The ancient gods of Valyria, such as Belerion, Varghal, and Terex, are all dragons in their true form."

The woman in the statue spoke calmly.

"Does the Targaryen family even lack these records?"

"No."

The silver-haired youth's face was slightly tense. These records may have been obliterated by an invisible hand in the long river of history. Only now did Viserys understand why Aegon was so insistent on naming all the dragons after the Old Gods.

Although Viserys inherited the powers of the Northern Old Gods, allowing him to travel back in time and see some past events, there are also things that Viserys cannot glimpse due to the influence of the rules.

For example, the powers of the Old Gods could probably cover Westeros, and in this land, they could rewind time to ancient times.

On the continent of Essos, across the Narrow Sea, Viserys once experimented with controlling a raven to cross the ocean, which was indeed possible.

However, there is no way to rewind time on another continent.

Viserys once tracked down Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, and traveled back to the eve of King's Landing's surrender many years earlier.

He saw Cersei instruct Genos Sterling, commander of the Gold Cloaks, to capture Jaime and another Kingsguard. He also saw Tyrion bribe Bronn, a mercenary, to hire a group of men to hijack the prison wagon and then send Jaime to escape Westeros.

Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, his gaze traversing time and space to follow Jaime, watching him board the merchant ship bound for Braavos. Then all the clues ended there, because the power of the Old Gods could not leave this continent, as if there was an invisible boundary that could only go as far as this.

"Belerion, Varghal, and Miracis, among other Valyrian Old Gods, were all dragons..."

Viserys frowned, suddenly feeling a bit agitated. He felt he was getting closer and closer to the truth, but he didn't know where to start. It was so close, yet he couldn't reach it.

"Did they become gods through the faith of the Valyrian people?"

"Do not."

The woman's voice within the statue remained calm as she spoke softly.

“I don’t know about Mirasis’s past, but she doesn’t seem to have become a god through faith.”

"The dragons like Bellerion and Vaghar have existed for a very long time. They have survived for countless years and may have become gods by virtue of their power long before they came to the surface world from the underworld."

"They were also the first dragons the Valyrians encountered."

"At that time, the Valyrians were just a nomadic people living on the peninsula. They witnessed the dragon's wild dance for the first time on the towering Fourteen Fire Peaks."

"Therefore, the Valyrians regarded dragons as totems, worshipped them, and had faith in them."

Mirasis spoke, and Viserys keenly caught the words she had just uttered.

"Miracis, what did you just say?"

"The dragon came from the underground world to the surface world? What underground world? What surface world?"

"Wait...you mean our world right now is the world on Earth?"

The silver-haired youth's body trembled slightly, and then he asked incredulously.

"There's another world underground? Is that the homeland of dragons?"

"impossible!"

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the dozen or so enormous abysses in the Valyrian ruins, which were emitting billowing black smoke that shot straight into the sky.

The mist that shrouds Valyria and the Sea of ​​Smoke may originate from this.

When Viserys escaped from the Valyrian ruins on his horse Balerion, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the black pillar that shot straight into the sky and the bottomless abyss of darkness.

At the same time, Viserys also remembered that far north of the Great Wall, in the cave beneath the Weirwood tree that it suppressed, there was also a small, bottomless pit.

That bottomless pit became one of the ways the children of the forest ended their lives; those who went in never came out again.

However, the small bottomless pit in the North is nothing compared to the dozen or so giant abysses in the Valyrian ruins; their sizes differ by thousands or even tens of thousands of times.

However, Viserys found an obsidian spearhead at the entrance of that bottomless pit, and through time travel, he saw that countless millennia ago, the children of the forest, the lions of the western mountains, giants, and other ancient species seemed to have joined forces to resist a common enemy.

They are battling a gigantic worm that can burrow underground and breathe fire.

Both of them share a common characteristic: they lead to a mysterious underground world. Could this giant fire-breathing worm, like the dragon, originate from underground and not belong to this world?

Furthermore, if dragons truly originate from the earth, what about the black mist swirling within their bodies? Could it also originate from the underground world?

Chapter 642 Winterfell Cellars

Viserys is constantly exploring the path forward in King's Landing, wanting to use the fire of faith to awaken the pale raven skull once he is ready.

Viserys asked Miracis if she knew the raven, but Miracis shook her head, indicating that she had never seen a raven-god.

It is very likely one of the ancient alien gods, who became a god through her own power. She was able to sense the powerful divinity contained within this raven skull.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Night's Watch army steadily advanced, gradually recapturing large swathes of land and castles.

The legion's soldiers braved the bitter cold and snowstorms, measuring the northern lands step by step.

In fact, the North is sparsely populated and there aren't many castles. If the Night's Watch were only going to recapture castles, it wouldn't take more than a few months.

They could even conquer most castles in less than a month, since these scattered ghouls didn't know how to defend the city; they would pounce on human soldiers like wild beasts whenever they saw them.

The Night's Watch soldiers could kill them from a distance with their oil-soaked arrows, without even getting close to the human soldiers.

Without the White Walkers, mindless wights would be no match for humans.

However, the difficulty lies in the vastness and sparse population of the North. Therefore, the Night's Watch soldiers must clear away these wights inch by inch to prevent future troubles when the people of the North move back.

...

"drive--"

"drive--"

The towering walls of Winterfell stood on this vast, boundless plain. Two warhorses, one brown and one black, galloped toward them, carrying two knights dressed in black.

They were two brothers from the Stark family, wearing black cloaks and heavy wolf-skin capes, looking travel-worn from afar.

Eddard Stark and Benjen rode their horses to the foot of the city walls, reined in their horses, and looked up at Winterfell, which was so close at hand, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions.

"Winterfell looked like this when I left last time."

Eddard Stark exhaled a puff of white breath and then spoke.

Meanwhile, his younger brother, Banyan, wearing black leather gloves, pointed to a patch of charred black marks on the city wall not far away.

“I left a little later than you, Ed. That area was the one I burned down.”

Back then, Bunyan and other Allied soldiers and Night's Watch brothers were separated from the main force during the Battle of Winterfell and were trapped in the cellars of Winterfell because they could not retreat in time.

They struggled for months in the cellar, relying on their remaining supplies, until finally they ran out of ammunition and food. They mustered their courage and rushed out, then used the thick snow to jump off the city wall to escape.

That charred mark was left by Bunyan when he pushed down a bucket of oil and threw down a torch to light it and stop the ghouls from chasing him.

Benjen and his companions were later rescued by the Three-Eyed Raven, and their journey thereafter was all about finding Viserys, until they were captured at Dragonstone, and later released when King's Landing fell.

Winterfell... has fallen from my hands.

Eddard Stark looked at his homeland, his face a mixture of emotions, and finally sighed.

“But Winterfell has been recaptured from your hands, Eddard, there’s no need to blame yourself.”

Banyan turned to look at his brother and smiled as he spoke. The middle-aged man, whose dark brown hair and beard were streaked with gray, shook his head upon hearing this, but still smiled.

"Let's go into town!"

The two brothers then spurred their horses and entered Winterfell.

Winterfell has now been recaptured by the Night's Watch, and in just two days, all the wights, including those in the crypts, have been wiped out.

However, the cellars of Winterfell had been destroyed, and most of the tombs of the Kings of the North were now buried forever. The few tombs still outside were now deep pits, and the tomb owners who should have been resting there had vanished.

When Eddard and Benjen arrived at the cellar, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont of the Night's Watch was already there.

He was inspecting the Stark family tombs with a torch when he saw the owner of the place arrive. He stood up, patted Eddard on the shoulder, sighed, and said nothing more.

The desecration of ancestral graves is naturally the greatest misfortune for a family, but the fact that it was done by the Others makes it impossible to seek justice from anyone.

"Commander-in-Chief Mormont."

"Commander-in-Chief."

"Banyan".

"Lord Eddard Stark."

The three exchanged brief greetings, and then the white-haired and bearded commander of the Night's Watch left the place, leaving it to the two Stark brothers.

Soon after all the outsiders had left, the cellars of Winterfell fell silent, with only the crackling sound of the torch burning in Bunyan's hand.