Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 170 The Beginning of the Creation of the Dragon God

The main force of the Braavos navy does not appear until the end.

As the clouds gradually dispersed, the strange cold disappeared. However, the ice formed by the previous abnormality still remained in the large sea areas within the atoll and the canals passing through the city. It would take some time for them to completely melt.

The Braavos naval soldiers had to risk landing on the ice at sea and walk into the city.

But by the time they arrived, it was all over.

When the anomaly occurred before, the wights pouring out of the House of Black and White seemed to be densely packed, but there were actually only about one or two thousand of them. It was probably because the half-white walker did not have enough magic power, or it could only control that many at this stage.

Now, those out-of-control zombies fell in various corners of cities within one to three miles around the Island of Gods.

Even though the corpses had lost the magic that sustained them and fell down, the city's cats, dogs, poultry, livestock, and even horses were still very uneasy and restless.

At first people thought they were disturbed by a giant dragon flying over the city, but soon they discovered that they were dead people.

The animals were extremely disgusted by the dead people who had fallen in the city, the dead people whose eyes had glowed blue and who had tried to kill all the living people in the city.

Cats and dogs hated it even more. All the cats and dogs in the city seemed to have gone crazy, barking and yelping, sometimes roaring and sometimes wailing.

The corpses had no faces and their bodies were pale. What they all had in common was that they were tall, and the blood on their bodies had clotted into clots. Some of them looked very fresh, while others had died an unknown amount of time ago. The blood on their pale muscles had frozen into a strange black powder, making them look like worms, and the tendons were aged like polished leather.

But the corpses did not rot, and there was no stench. Even the oldest corpses had no smell at all.

When the cavalry of the city guard arrived at one of the scenes, all the horses went crazy. The first one approached the corpse, screamed, stood on its hind legs, stretched out its legs and kicked wildly, threw the captain of the guard to the ground, and ran away madly.

Even the most docile horses would rather die than have any contact with these corpses.

Unease gripped the witnessing citizens and city guards of Braavos.

Earlier, these corpses were attacking all living people they could see. The closer they got to the streets of the Island of Gods, the more dead bodies there were, and the thicker the smell of blood became.
Before today, White Walkers were just stories, legends to scare children. People thought that if they really existed, they were eight thousand years ago.

But today.
Dragons in the sky, resurrected dead, unusual snow and cold
"The ruling party has ordered that these bodies be gathered into a wide area and burned on the spot!"

"Understood, sir."

Unrest hangs over the city.

People thought of the ancient legends of Westeros. In the darkness, the White Walkers came. They were cold and exuded the breath of death. They hated steel, fire, sunlight, and all life with warm blood. They also used the flesh of human babies to feed their undead servants.

Aren’t these resurrected dead the “servants of the dead”?
When the city starts to catch fire.

The bodies burned fiercely, and the smell of barbecue filled the city, making the air smell unpleasant. But the dead burned so quickly, as if they were the best dry firewood.

The three-headed dragon once again flew over Braavos.

But this time, the citizens actually felt a little comforted.

At least the dragon wasn't here to destroy the city, and although it was still unclear what exactly happened, word began to spread among military commanders that it had saved the city.

The herald ran through the streets of the city, delivering the message: "Hurry up and deal with this. Send people to move the oil drums to the Island of Gods."

"Island of the Gods?"

The herald said anxiously, "There. Damn, there are tens of thousands of corpses under that temple!"

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When Viserys found the time to pick up Daenerys and flew over the Isle of the Gods.

He saw a huge bonfire burning beside the steps of the Temple of R'hllor, one of the two largest temples on the Isle of the Gods. A large group of believers gathered around the bonfire, and in the center was a high priest standing on a bonfire platform who had just begun a speech.

When Viserys flew by, the priest led his followers in praying to Viserys, and some even prostrated themselves on their knees.

Viserys heard the words: "Prince Hero Dark Doom Prophecy"

He flew back. The priest jumped up excitedly: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, the hero is reborn, the prince predicted, the chosen one of R'hllor! The minions of darkness have arrived, and the lackeys of the night are plotting to destroy the entire world. They pray to the wrong gods in the fraudulent temples and plan the most despicable betrayal. Thank you, it is you who dispelled this dark betrayal and conspiracy. Please lead us to save the world from darkness. The long night is dark and full of dangers, while the day is bright and prosperous."

The believers around shouted excitedly, and the shouts were like thunder: "The night is dark and dangerous, and the day is bright and prosperous. Please lead us to save the world from darkness."

These words startled Viserys, and he thought to himself that he should send Stannis north as soon as possible to take up this responsibility. After all, another cult was waiting for him.

Viserys could not help but speak. He lowered his body and watched the priests and followers of the Lord of Light prostrating themselves in excitement. He only said: "Priest of the Lord of Light, please do not use my name to do anything. Do not mistake me for a hero who has been reborn or a prophet. I am not the chosen of R'hllor."

"Suvio!"

Viserys did not argue with him any further. He blew one of the last two breaths of cold air of the day toward the canal in front of the crowd, spitting out a large ball of solid white ice on the ice that had not yet melted. "This is the power that the Dragon King inherited from the Dragon God. Look carefully. This power has nothing to do with the R'hllor you mentioned."

The priest was so shocked that he was speechless: "How is this possible?"

"I understand that you are frightened today and want to seek comfort. Priest, I can ignore your panicked nonsense, but only this time. Do not use my name to preach in the future. I believe in the Seven Gods and the ancient dragon god. My three-headed dragon is a legitimate descendant of the dragon god. Ice and fire are not all his powers. And I know your prophecies, but I believe in the prophecy of the dragon god more." Viserys recited aloud in ancient Varian, like a prayer, "'The darkness of the long night is approaching, and the cold winter is coming. At that fateful moment, from gods to mortals, from kings to civilians, from dragons to caterpillars, all creatures in the world will fight for survival.'"

After saying this, Viserys gave an unfathomable conclusion: "Since the hero prophesied by your sect will also fight against darkness, perhaps we will have to cooperate in the future."

After saying this, without waiting for the priest of R'hllor to answer, Viserys flapped his wings and flew towards the Palace of the Sea King.

When they were far away from the crowd, Daenerys, who was picked up, couldn't help asking: "Brother, are you trying to shape the three-headed dragon into a god?"

Daenerys witnessed the changes in Braavos from the southern mountains, but she could do nothing but worry. Fortunately, Viserys solved the problem.

When Daenerys came to pick her up just now, as the one who had stayed with Viserys the longest, discussed the most magical ideas with him, and even had in-depth discussions about the existence of gods, she clearly felt that under Viserys's normal attitude after this incident, he was actually nervous and anxious.

Shaping gods was a way of using magic that they had discussed before. Viserys had speculated that the essence of magic was "song", so gods needed faith, perhaps because the mortal believers in this world had some kind of magical organ in their bodies that could respond to the gods' "song". Under this inference, gods should be powerful singers, and they might not even exist in entity, but rather be the embodiment of "song".

So if the gods are just powerful individuals, or do not exist in physical form, how can their power be projected onto mortals?

Through faith, Viserys guessed.

Faith establishes a connection between gods and believers. The "song" of the gods resonates with the believers, and His power becomes evident in the world.

Viserys replied, "Dany, you can't hide anything from you. What happened today made me realize that both R'hllor and the Cold God are more radical than I can imagine. I can't help but wonder if I am really strong enough to escape the fate of being a pawn in their hands. That ice dragon, that magical ritual, if we hadn't suddenly come to Braavos and initiated the attack this time, if the ice dragon had condensed into shape. I'm not sure I could have defeated it. Do you know what I was thinking while fighting it today?"

Daenerys knew. "You are thinking of the power of Fremy. Is that so?"

"Yes. If it is fully formed, with such a huge body, if I did not realize that it is the product of ritual magic, perhaps only the power of Flemmy can contend with it." Viserys said bluntly, "Perhaps the gods also took great efforts to release such a huge force in the world. Perhaps this is their only powerful means before the 'final battle'. But we can't gamble. I don't know how they did it. Dany, I want to advance the plan to retake the South. This time when I go back, I will immediately let Dorne prepare to send troops. While Dorne is preparing, I plan to take the opportunity to go to the Stormlands to investigate the cult. I always feel that the cult in the Stormlands is not that simple."

Viserys guessed that it might be the power of thunder that dissipated when he traveled through time.

"This side of Braavos?"

"The next Sea Lord, Tormer Fregar, will be a ruler close to our Targaryen dynasty, and Braavos will become our closest ally. The city will reduce tariffs on Targaryen goods and merchant ships by 20%, and halve tariffs on merchant ships marked with the Targaryen royal family. There will also be a 'tribute' that will be presented to me when I am officially crowned. They also promised to give me a token that will allow me to use half of Braavos' fleet for a forty-day battle free of charge. In addition, we and Braavos will also cooperate to establish an organization against evil religions, and..." Viserys said a lot, "Dany, these drafts that are being drafted will have a first draft in the next few days, and we may need to stay here for a few days."

That temporarily frozen ball of the God of Cold's magic was also a headache. Viserys didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. He wanted that power, which would undoubtedly bring him the magic of ice elements, but he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it if it touched him directly.

Earlier, in the basement of the House of Black and White, Viserys opened all the lockers in the small room that looked like a tomb, and found several of those cursed daggers. In addition, he also found a large number of gems and gold coins from various countries in those lockers, and even a lot of ancient Valyrian gold coins - but Viserys only took the daggers that were really useful to him.

Daenerys worried: "Will it be exposed?"

"No. The tower where I rest my dragon will be mine for a few days. I have ordered everyone evacuated, including the guards and maids they were going to send. I only want you to hide for a few days, and when the dragon is needed along with King Viserys, you will appear in my place."

"Are you planning to go and interview them by yourself? Will it be insufficient as a deterrent? Will there be others who want to assassinate you?"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Instead of worrying about these things, why don't you use this time to think carefully with me about how to make up a convincing origin and story for the 'Dragon God and His Descendants'."

(End of Volume 2: The Dragon King of Dragonstone)
I'm tired and can't play anymore, so I'm back to writing. The stats of the Ring of Magic DLC and the large and empty map mean I can't pick it up again in the short term.

The plot will then enter the third volume, titled "The Road to Godhood".

The chapter of the kingly way of conquest will not end too soon, nor too slowly. About half of the third volume will be about conquest. In the remaining half, the world stage will gradually be handed over to those who are still capable of continuing to operate after the advent of magic.

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(End of this chapter)