Chapter 410 The Perspective of the Gods

the next morning.

The sky was a little more hazy, and the good weather was no longer the same as the previous time. With the footsteps of the White Walkers, the cold once again enveloped the vicinity of the Twin Rivers City.

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The Dothraki camp was busy again, the sound of horses' hooves kept ringing, and some people shouted something in the obscure horse language.

Soon, the smoke gradually rose.

"Kaor."

"Kaor."

More people came and went in and out of Kaa's tent, but few knew what happened last night.

Including the arrival of the red witch and the silent conversation between the Lord of Light and Viserys she believed in.

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

After a night's rest.

Getting up early in the morning to simply handle some official duties, Viserys was wearing a loose shirt, and his long silver-gold hair was not tied up, but let loose.

He glanced at Melisandre, still in her red robe.

She returned from traveling in Westeros, and then completely stayed in the army. The witch still wore the dazzling ruby ​​necklace on her chest and sat quietly on the futon at the table.

The woman's long copper-colored hair was tied into a braid and hung down on her chest. Her head looked a little more energetic than yesterday, and her deep red eyes seemed to be beating with flames.

"Can you tell me what exactly you saw in the Lord of Light's revelation yesterday?"

Melisandre's expression was calm, her delicate chin raised slightly, and she asked.

"Then maybe I can help you."

Melisandre was also a little curious about what Viserys had seen after staring at the fire for so long yesterday.

However, it was too late yesterday and didn't have time to ask questions. Today, she has time, and she also has her own thirst for knowledge.

And Viserys hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Can."

Melisandre is a believer of R'hllor, the Lord of Light. She has nothing to hide about the Lord of Light, not to mention that the other party needs to make some explanations.

Then he explained in detail what he saw yesterday when he looked at the pot of flames.

To put it simply, what he saw in the flame was like a slightly abstract dream. He saw a red light rising from the sky, and in the distance there was a bottomless darkness.

Everything around was shrouded in these two rays of light, intertwined and indistinguishable, and beneath it all there were many insignificant details that caught Viserys' attention and told Melisandre.

Then, after Viserys explained all this in detail, Melisandre fell into a little contemplation, and the room became silent except for the crackling sound of the bonfire burning.

"Is that so?"

The ruby ​​on Melisandre's chest reflected the firelight, and she was silent for a while before speaking again.

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

"Your Majesty, what you are seeing may be the battle between the King of Light and Ability God."

Melisandre made a simple analysis of Viserys' dream, and she judged that the Lord of Light intended Viserys to use his eyes to see the scene of the battle of the gods.

Now the power balance between the two sides is reflected on the battlefield of human beings. Human beings have retreated to the Twin Rivers, and the influence of the divine power of the King of Light has also retreated here.

Viserys saw that the deep darkness in the distance might be the North now completely swallowed by the cold.

But all this is completely different in the eyes of the gods and the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of R'hllor, it is just a world full of monotonous colors.

"Melisandre, you mean I got R'hllor's perspective in the flames?"

And Viserys couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard Melisandre's analysis, and then asked.

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

"Then what are we?"

"Damn pawns?"

"Playing a game of proxy wars in place of the gods?"

The whole world is the battlefield of the gods, and the confrontation between the gods is not an earth-shattering horror scene in imagination, but a silent battle like a breeze blowing across the face.

The battlefield is their chessboard, the chess pieces are all living beings in the world, the gods as chess players control the life and death of mortals, and the outcome of mortals will indirectly affect the outcome of the gods.

If so.

Then the gods of this world do not seem to be as terrifying as Viserys imagined.

And Melisandre's face was slightly serious, but she shook her head, unable to give Viserys an explanation.

"Don't talk about the gods, Your Majesty."

What are the gods, how do they run the world, and whether they have human-like emotions... These are impossible to comprehend only by their superficial understanding.

Melisandre spent her entire life wondering what God had revealed to her.

Hence what happened last night. The Lord of Light gave her a revelation, and she escaped from King's Landing all the way to the front line to find Viserys.

Melisandre then went on to try to explain the dream Viserys saw last 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 it seemed to be in full swing.

He turned his head and looked at the north, where the deep black silver was faintly weak, but the camel that was still thin and dead was bigger than a horse.

This is the battlefield of the gods.

The King of Light, R'hllor, seemed to want to tell Viserys that the power of the Ability God was insufficient and the successor was powerless.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Viserys descended on a dragon for a brief encounter with the Night King last time, and then the Night King ordered his troops to retreat.

"I once also received a revelation from the Lord of Light"

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

"The Lord of Light asked me to come to Westeros to find out the truth about the White Walkers' resurgence."

Viserys nodded slightly at Melisandre's words.

At that time, Melisandre also said goodbye to him and went to Westeros alone.

It turned out to be a revelation from the King of Light.

"Later I came to Westeros, to the icy north, the Great Wall of Desolation, and Allah told me again that Ability God should not recover at this time."

"He came too early."

"He came too early?"

Melisandre's words were calm, but when they fell into Viserys' ears, they made waves.

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

Because he knew the White Walkers really shouldn't be reviving at this time.

The whole world is on the gas because he is accelerating.