Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 258 The Long Night Is Coming
"Your Majesty, there is a new glass candle telegram in Stormlands."

Although glass candles rely on the length of the flame leaps to report, and have nothing to do with "electricity", they also consume a lot of the messenger's mental energy - although not to the extent that every telegram burns a telegraph operator's brain, but after sending a message, a telegraph operator will definitely be in a trance if he does not rest for seven or eight days, and he will also suffer from dizziness and vomiting for a few days after sending a long-distance message.

Being a telegraph operator is a very uncomfortable job, but apprentices trained in the Citadel are used to do this. Viserys and Marwyn are still trying to study how a group of telegraph operators can collectively control the flames, but they have not yet found a way to improve it. Imitating the many tribal sacrificial scenes that Marwyn has seen in Essos is an idea, which is still under study.

The message that could be delivered by Stormland via telegram must be no small matter.

Viserys took the telegram sent by the Intelligence Department and glanced at it. Because of the time consumed by the sender, telegrams usually had very few words.

"Patchface is dead."

Just these few words still made Viserys startled. He immediately dropped the work in his hands and found an excuse to set off for Storm's End.

Entering from the specially vacated "Dragon-Stopping" tower in Storm's End, Viserys quickly changed his clothes and went to the acting lord's tower of Storm's End together with the king's guards who were always stationed in the Dragon-Stopping Tower and the Intelligence Office stationed in the Stormlands, to look for Davos, the current steward of Storm's End.

But he couldn't find anyone. After asking the guards, he learned that Davos had gone to see Duke Shireen.

Shireen was ill and remained sick for several days.

Viserys found Davos in the tower where Shireen lived. The earl was entrusted with an important task by Viserys, but after just over a year, his already thin hair became even thinner, with a few more light white roots. Working under a king like Viserys who was eager to achieve results was not an easy job, even though the king gave sufficient financial subsidies and power to those who worked for him and endorsed them.

"Your Majesty, you?" Davos obviously did not expect Viserys to appear. "Are you here for--" He realized that Viserys was not here for Shireen, but for Patchface, who he asked him to keep a close watch on and report any unusual movements, so he immediately stopped talking.

"What happened to Shireen?" Viserys asked Davos, looking at the maester who was feeding Shireen through a feeding tube at the head of the bed.

"He suddenly developed a fever the day before yesterday and fainted. And..." Davos' face was a little worried, but also vaguely happy. "And the gray scales on Duke Shireen's face are fading and falling off. We thought it was an outbreak of grayscale, but it turned out not to be. Maester Jules said that the Duke's grayscale is getting better, and the skin that has fallen off the gray scales is growing back."

"Is the greyscale healed?" Viserys said, pulling Davos to the window of Shireen Tower. "When did Patchface die? The day before yesterday?"

Davos did not dare to neglect such a pointed question. He already knew that magic and witchcraft were not false, and answered immediately: "He was found this morning, dead suddenly. Your Majesty, I saw that his skin turned pale, as if it had been soaked in water and his face was blue and purple. The maester inferred that it was suffocation. He died of suffocation in the room without any warning." Speaking of Patchface's strange death, Davos felt quite uncomfortable.

Legend has it that greyscale was the curse of Prince Garin, a Rhoynar hero during the war with Valyria. Legend has it that he led 25 Rhoynar to fight against the invasion of Valyria and won victory after victory in the early stages of the war. However, as the Valyrian Free Cities sent hundreds of dragons to join the war, all the Rhoynar cities were burned to ruins, with countless casualties. Garin was defeated and captured alive.

The Valyrians hung Prince Garin in a golden cage and took him to invade the empire built by the Rhoynar, wanting him to see his land burned to ashes, mocking him for calling on the mother river Rhoen to save her people. But when the army marched to Chayon, in the middle of the night, the river suddenly burst and swallowed the Valyrian invaders.

It is said that greyscale disease appeared on the continent of Essos after this. The patient's skin would harden, become covered with black and gray spots, and finally turn completely into stone. Because Chayon was shrouded in mist after its destruction, a large number of greyscale patients hid in the dark mist. Their bodies turned into stone and they often attacked and plundered river merchant ships. People believed that Chayon was the source of greyscale disease, and that Prince Garin's curse was spreading there.

The deity of the River Rhoyne is associated with Watersong, and Patchface is associated with the Drowned God.
Everything points to "Water Song".

Viserys could not help but look out toward the vast expanse of deep blue ocean east of Storm's End.

Could it be that the Drowned God, after reclaiming Watersong, has only recently been freed from conceptualization? Even later than Viserys?

Viserys went to see Patchface's body. Just as Davos had said, his body looked as if it had been soaked in water, but his face showed that he was suffocating.
"Did anyone see anything unusual about him in the past few days?"

The observer replied: "Nothing is abnormal. He is just like normal, dancing strangely every day."

Viserys looked at the other man suspiciously.

Suddenly, another observer seemed to rack his brains to think of something and said, "No, Your Majesty, I remember that there is something wrong! Since the day before yesterday, he no longer sings weird and vague songs, but just dances his weird independent dance."

"No new strange songs?"

The observer replied categorically: "No."

Viserys waved his hand. "All right, get off."

Viserys didn't stay in Storm's End for long. He had a bad feeling, so he only told Davos to report to him if there was anything unusual after Shireen woke up, and then he quickly set off back to Oldtown.

Once back in Oldtown, Viserys went in search of Marwyn.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that all the grayscale patients admitted to the academy seemed to be in a coma, with fever, and their gray scales were falling off.

However, those who were severely infected died during the fever and coma because their internal organs were diseased during the shedding of the gray scales, while those whose internal organs and blood vessels were not infected seemed to be recovering quietly and growing new skin.

Marwyn, the current Lord Steward of the Citadel, was not aware of what had happened in the Citadel until Viserys asked him to come and see.

The steward, who had grown to be trusted by Viserys and had revealed many secrets to him, gasped: "Is that so, Your Majesty?"

Viserys only replied: "To the secret chamber."

The so-called secret chamber is the hidden book tower in the great library where the doctors of the city once held secret gatherings.

Today, many moderate doctors from the former secret organization who have not been hanged are under house arrest here.

They were now responsible for writing books - recording what they had learned throughout their lives, and for helping Viserys calculate the positions of the planets and estimate the time and range of the Long Night.

Viserys immediately ordered the stargazers: "Immediately collect yesterday's astronomical observation data, calculate a result, and then send out ravens to all the stargazing points to send the transcribed data as soon as possible. I want to know the results of today's observations tonight."

"What happened?"

"I speculate that the same disturbance as last time occurred today, and the planet's offset angle should have made another big jump."

"what?!"

The way the academy determines the degree of planetary displacement is to use the relatively stable zodiac signs in the night sky and the relative positions of the observatory sites, combine the observation records in different places, and then compare the angle of sunlight at the observatory site on that day. It is then possible to calculate how much the planet is currently displaced relative to the direct angle of the sun, and whether there has been a major change in the relative position of the planet to the sun.

Hearing Viserys' words, the doctor in charge of recording star observations and calculating deflection angles quickly took action. He had no time to care about sending letters. He directly compared the solar radiation records observed in the Citadel today with those of yesterday. Although this was not accurate, in case of a large deviation, he could still make a rough calculation.

The doctor immediately entered the state, immediately plotted the records of observations from morning to afternoon today on paper, calculated the approximate angle, and then compared it with the records of yesterday and the day before yesterday, and also compared it with the records of the last large deflection.

"It's true! It's almost the same as last time. Last time it started at noon, but this time it started to shift in angle about an hour after sunrise in the morning, and lasted for about two hours. It stopped and became stable at Dragon Hour, which is noon. This time the deviation was about one degree! The planet made such a big turn in such a short time, and we were completely unaware of it." The old doctor sat on the ground dejectedly, his face full of worry. "Is this the power of the gods? It's ridiculous that I chose to believe in nature in a world with gods."

"One degree?" Viserys wasn't sure how rough the old doctor's rough calculation was, but he remembered that the last change he caused was 1 degree, 55 minutes and 10 seconds.

Viserys was unsure whether this meant that the Drowned God was stronger or weaker than he was, or that less power was being drawn from him, or that the Great Will was able to draw more power, giving it greater control.
Viserys ignored the old doctor who was sitting on the ground dejectedly, and only looked at the complex instrument called "World Data Source" by the original "Real World" organization. It was a huge device like a star tracker. There were eight rotatable scales around the huge instrument. When data was input on the scales, the instrument could rotate and enter a corresponding relative position. It could intuitively show the position of the planets relative to the zodiac and the sun.

The numbers on the scales, combined with the complex angles obtained by the star tracker, are calculated using a formula that encompasses a variety of knowledge, and can roughly estimate the current state of the planet, which is what they call the "world formula."

Next to it is a complex instrument with an equatorial cross-section, which can be used to visually display the deflection angle of the planet. This was newly built after Viserys took over the Citadel. It is mainly used to visually judge the deflection degree of the planet and the relative position of the sun to which angle will cause most of the planet to fall into darkness.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that in order to plunge half of a planet into darkness, it is only necessary for the planet's rotation direction to remain unchanged, and the deflection angle to make the northern hemisphere where the planet's continent is located enter the dark side.

If we use the Earth environment that Viserys is familiar with to describe it, after all, the Ice and Fire World is like Earth, with most of the continents distributed in the northern hemisphere. If the Earth is tilted by more than 40 degrees in winter, and the direction of rotation remains unchanged, the entire northern hemisphere can be plunged into darkness.

To put it more bluntly, it means flipping the planet 90 degrees, so that the normal state of the planet's rotation from east to west becomes an abnormal state of rotating from north to south and from top to bottom. In that state, the so-called Northern Hemisphere will become the "Western Hemisphere" and enter the dark side that is not exposed to sunlight.

In a sense, it can be seen that the icy planet Mars and the Sun have formed a tidal lock similar to that of the Earth and the Moon, except that the planet is still rotating.

If it were Earth, the secondary disasters brought about by such a drastic change would be a catastrophe for all living things on Earth.

But the world of ice and fire is different. It has real gods - the great will left by the God of Creation. This great will uses its unimaginable power to prevent any secondary disasters from happening under such circumstances.

Therefore, humans living in the world of ice and fire do not need to worry about the secondary disasters caused by the planet's displacement. They only need to worry about how to survive when the planet enters the dark side.

This is the scientific explanation for the long night that occurs in the world of ice and fire.

It's outrageous, but that's how it is on this planet.

In the calculation, in order to achieve the complete darkness of the northern hemisphere, after the shift is completed, the new North Pole of the planet during the long night period will fall in the ocean of the Sunset Sea, and the new South Pole will be somewhere in the Summer Sea, roughly in the southern waters near the Shadow Land Asia. (For the Earth, the North Pole is roughly somewhere near the Pacific equator close to America, and the South Pole is somewhere near the Indian Ocean equator. However, in this article, we will still express it in terms of the east, south, west, and north as known by people living on the planet)
An easily discovered pattern is that when the world falls into the so-called long night of darkness, the continent of Sothoryos, which is currently in the southern hemisphere, will enter the polar day under the sunlight - the sun will never set.

In other words, Soth Solo can survive the long night without having to worry about it.

But even Viserys didn't dare to gamble on what the land, which was already full of poisonous miasma, would become during the polar day. Sometimes, facing the direct sunlight was more terrifying than the cold. It was foreseeable that the ecology there would inevitably undergo drastic changes, or collapse, or naturally choose a new ecology during the long night of uncertain duration.

But it is worth mentioning that it was the final place where Viserys expected to flee if he was defeated.
Looking at the globe, Viserys couldn't help but let out a deep sigh, and then issued an order: "When you calculate a new long night time estimate tonight, remember to report to me." Then he left the secret chamber.

After receiving the news that the Long Night would end earlier than expected in the evening, Viserys thought that the changes caused by the Drowned God would come to an end here. Unexpectedly, that night, Viserys vaguely sensed the prayers from the distant west in his daze.

Viserys is now in Oldtown, and there is only one possibility for the prayers coming from the west - the long-missing Euron and the missing Iron Fleet of Victarion.

Viserys could vaguely sense that someone was praying for the wind direction for sailing, but Viserys did not dare to easily enter into conceptualization to perceive it specifically, so the feeling was very vague.

But as time went on, Viserys's feelings as the master of Stormsong suddenly became clear.

From the slight fluctuations of power, Viserys "heard" the voice of the supplicant: "Storm God, we offer you a sacrifice and ask for a storm to the east."

-

The distant sunset sea is still at dusk, and the setting sun on the western skyline dyes the vast sea into golden color.

But there was some blood on the sea. Raff Kenning, an ironborn captain of the Kenning family on Harlo Island, teamed up with several ironborn who wanted to go home to kill his deputy and several crew members, threw their blood and entrails on the bow, and then followed the sacrificial rituals of the ironborn heresy to pray to the evil god Storm God, the eternal rival of the Drowned God.

He hoped that the Storm God would blow a storm in the Calm Belt at his request, and head east, he wanted to return to Westeros and the Iron Islands, he no longer wanted to continue sailing on the endless sea, nor did he want to pursue the legendary sea monster.

Victarion, their captain, has gone mad.

Raff is Victarion Greyjoy's confidant, and he can clearly feel that Victarion has become a different person since he came into contact with the mad woman from Hightower and a young sea monster. He used to be cold-blooded and cruel, but Raff can feel that he has become even colder and more cruel.

They failed in their surprise attack on Redwyne, and when they set sail from the Sunset Sea, they had 73 ships. With supplies clearly insufficient, they turned west and headed towards the depths of the vast Sunset Sea, which was full of dangers and storms. Soon, the Iron Captain found Euron's large supply merchant ships in the sea. The dozen or so big-bellied ships were loaded with salt cod, whale oil, pickled herring, fresh water and fruit.

The news of Euron's defeat and death at sea still cast a shadow on everyone. The fact that Euron was not found on the supply ship meant that the news might be true. The king of the Ironborn was reduced to ashes in just one battle. When the Iron Fleet was confused, Victarion suddenly found a sea monster cub and a woman with a strange black stone on the supply ship. The woman called herself Morroya Hightower and claimed that she knew where the sea monster was, where the power was, where the gods were, and where the other side of the continent with endless wealth and gold was.
Victarion was convinced.

He was crazy. Raph knew it.

The Sunset Sea has no end at all, and even if it does, it is not something the Iron Fleet can cross.

But Victarion didn't care. He ordered his twenty-two ships to set off. Those who wanted to follow could follow, and those who didn't want to follow could do as they pleased. The Iron Captain was always very persuasive and majestic. Ralph the Lame's fourteen ships chose to follow, and Stonehouse's nine ships chose to follow. Raff had no choice but to follow.

This voyage was cursed from the beginning. Three severe storms drove the Iron Fleet to destruction. After the three storms, only forty-five ships were left.

The sea swallows everything.

But they didn't realize then that the storm was not the most dangerous thing in the Sunset Sea.

Even more terrifying is the doldrums.

After about two months of sailing, the fleet entered the calm belt, and the non-working sails brought the Iron Fleet into despair.

They were sailing on a sea with no end in sight, and their supplies were gradually depleting in unfamiliar waters.

Victarion offered sacrifices, three times, but perhaps he had said the wrong prayers, and the Drowned God or the Storm God or whatever evil god he had secretly come to believe in had no power here. There seemed only despair ahead.

No gold, no sea monsters, no land
How long have they been sailing in the doldrums? There is no wind in the doldrums, and there are few fish. Supplies are decreasing every day. I heard that there has been cannibalism inside some warships.
Finally, a sudden storm in the early morning hit the exhausted iron fleet.

A bolt of lightning struck the mast of Laffer's ship, but the ship was intact. He woke up in shock, wondering what the gods were predicting.
Taking advantage of the chaos of the storm, Laffer quietly teamed up with the boatswain and the observer to break away from the Iron Fleet.

He realized that he could not continue to follow Victarion, the mad leader. There was only death ahead. He had to go back, and he believed that returning to Westeros would be much easier than chasing Victarion's illusory vision.

After leaving the Iron Fleet, Rafe and his accomplices immediately killed Victarion's brainwashed lieutenants and subordinates. He believed that the thunder yesterday was a warning from the Storm God. In the Ironborn belief, the Drowned God is the master of the sea, and the storm is his opponent. But Rafe is actually a believer of the Storm God and a heretic among the Ironborn. This stems from his shipwreck experience during the Ironborn Rebellion more than a decade ago. He fell into the sea during the battle with the Lannister army, and only a broken plank drifted on the sea.

He prayed to the Drowned God, to the Seven, to all the gods he could name, but in the end it was the Storm God who answered him, and a storm blew the broken board to the Great Wyk Island, and he was lucky enough to survive.

He seldom mentioned that experience, and he gradually forgot about it over the past decade, but the thunder last night woke him up.

This must be God's decree.

So he prayed, he offered a sacrifice to the gods, begging them to show him their power again: "Storm God, we offer you this sacrifice, asking for a storm to the east."

The boatswain looked at him unkindly: "Rav, I think you are crazy too! What are you doing? This is a doldrums. Instead of praying to God here, you might as well let the sailors paddle quickly and see if they can leave this doldrums while they still have the strength. Damn it, I would rather die on the way back to Westeros. What's wrong with plundering Westeros? Why chase sea monsters? What gods? Go to hell with Victarion!" "What do you know!" Rav cursed, "Without the guidance of God, how can we possibly return to Westeros?" As he said that, he knelt down devoutly at the bow of the ship and knelt towards the sky.

"." The boatswain narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the leader's knife, but ultimately did not commit any more unnecessary killings. He allowed the leader to worship his gods, and went into the cabin to urge the sailors to row.

The boatswain could never have imagined that about half an hour later, a cheer suddenly came from the ship: "The wind is coming!"

He stood up and went out of the cabin, only to see the sail fluttering gently. Having been in the doldrums for so long, he had almost forgotten the feeling of the wind.

but.

"Damn it, why is it an east wind?" The east wind blows westward, so wouldn't that blow them towards the Iron Fleet? The boatswain cursed at Laffer and yelled, "Laffer, what the hell did you pray to your God for?"

"This..." Rafer's brain froze for a moment, "This is God's decree. The Storm God wants us to go west. The west is our way out!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Then wasn't our killing of the deputy captain in vain? We are going east, back!"

"But now the wind is blowing. Maybe if we sail with the wind, we'll soon see land in the west, a continent covered with gold! Haha!" Raph laughed like crazy, "Hoist the sail! Hoist the sail!"

The sailors who had been drifting in the doldrums for more than a month shouted, "Favourable wind! Favorable wind! Follow the direction of the wind!"

The boatswain watched helplessly as the sails dropped from the ship, feeling bewildered for a moment. He had originally made up his mind to die on the way back home, but now
A gust of east wind arose out of nowhere after dusk and blew the ship all the way to the west. The wind blew all night long with no sign of stopping until they saw the Iron Fleet's fleet in the distance on the sea in the early morning. Then the wind gradually died down.

"Something's wrong, why did it stop?"

"Why did the wind stop? Damn it!"

"I'm not talking about the fucking wind, you idiot. The Iron Fleet, why did the fleet stop?"

The lookout on the mast immediately looked out and signaled the captain and boatswain on deck.

No land was seen, nor anything unusual, only the ships of the Iron Fleet inexplicably parked in the distance.

Because the east wind was stagnant, the sailors had to row closer.

The closer they got, the more they noticed the strangeness of the Iron Fleet.

The ships were parked quietly on the windless ocean, twenty yards apart, as if waiting for something.

The sailor on the lookout tried to signal with flags, but received no response from any ship.

"Something is wrong!" The fleet was unusually quiet, and everyone felt a little uneasy.

But people are like this. When they encounter incomprehensible strange phenomena, they always want to figure it out.

So Laffer ordered the sailors to move closer.

Finally, they arrived at the Iron Fleet fleet.

But no ship lowered its sails, and no ship responded to their approach. Every ship in the fleet was as quiet as death, and even the oars did not move.

"This" this weird scene makes it hard to breathe.

"Come closer. I know the ship in front. It's the Lizard, Scarface Rickon's ship."

"Raffer, are you sure?" There was no lookout on the Lizard's mast, and no sailor was to be seen on the deck. It was as quiet as death.

"Get closer!" Raph ordered.

Raffer's ship slowly approached the edge of the Silent Fleet and approached the Lizard by boarding.

Rafe took the lead, grabbing the mast rope to jump onto the Lizard.

The deck was eerily quiet, not a single soul was in sight.

"Ricken!" Raff drew his sword from his belt, gripped it tightly, and slowly approached the captain's cabin on the deck. "Are you there?"

Support it.

The door of the captain's room was not closed. Raph pushed it lightly and opened it, revealing a messy scene inside, but with no signs of fighting.

However, the captain's cabin was empty.

The cabin was also eerily quiet.

It seemed as if only one day and one night had passed, and the Lizard turned into a ghost ship.

Raph swallowed secretly.

Looking at the half-drunk glass of wine in the captain's cabin, it seems that Scarface Captain Rickon was drinking in his last moments.

And then—where did they go?

The boatswain came in cursing, "Rafe, damn it, there's no one in the cabin, warehouse, kitchen, or dining room, and there's no blood. Damn it! Damn it! We have to leave here quickly. Damn it, the White Walkers will know what they've encountered."

At this moment, someone else shouted: "Captain, there is something wrong with the fleet's formation!"

It turned out that someone had climbed up to the observation tower on the mast, just to take a look out of habit to prevent any accidents, but he never expected that when he climbed up, he saw that the more than 40 ships were not in a normal formation. The fleet was actually formed into a circle that was not obvious from the outside.

But when you are on the boat, you can clearly see that more than forty ships are scattered around, surrounding a deep blue sea in the middle. The water is so blue that it is almost black.

This water, which was so different from the gray-green water of the Iron Islands, made everyone feel uneasy. They missed the turbulent waves and white waves of the gray-green water of their hometown.

And here, it is a terrible death place, as if it is cursed. The windless area is incredibly large, and the deep blue, almost black sea water tells of its unfathomable depth, like an abyss.

A terrible thought arose in everyone's mind.

The missing crew members were swallowed up by the strange black sea. Only this explanation can explain why the crew members disappeared.

Unrest spread among the living, like a cold hand, dragging them into the abyss.

Rafe immediately ordered: "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Get out of here, damn it! Damn it! I knew Victarion was crazy, this is a cursed voyage!"

As soon as they heard the word "retreat", without any urging, those who had bravely come to board the ship ran away as if they had seen a ghost, as if their souls were flying away, and fled back to their ships.

Rafer's face turned terribly pale. He cursed and ran away, trying to dispel the extreme fear brought by the unknown danger.

He didn't want to think about what they had encountered here after they left the fleet, nor did he dare to explore what had happened here. He just cursed: "Fuck Victarion, fuck the sea monster, fuck the gold, fuck -"

Rafe had just run onto the deck, yelling and cursing at everything he could think of.

But when he ran to the deck, for no apparent reason, he felt a sudden chill on his spine, and a sound that was indescribable but creepy seemed to ring in his head.

The sound was not "heard", but suddenly burst out in the mind from nowhere.

It’s like dreaming about the sound of thunder. The sound is illusory, but it really resounds in people’s minds.

Rafer couldn't describe what happened to him, but an instinctive fear and horror occupied all his thoughts in an instant, making his running figure seem to be frozen in an instant, and he stood there in a daze.

His eyes couldn't see, his ears couldn't hear, and his nose couldn't smell, but Laffer seemed to be able to feel that there was something behind him, a huge monster, making an unimaginable loud "noise".

Laffer did not understand what it meant that great sounds were silent and great images were invisible.

He only felt terror, confusion, and horror.

He didn't even know what he was afraid of.

My heart seemed to be seized by something, my skin was covered with goose bumps, and the hairs on my body stood up uncontrollably.

At a certain moment, Raph seemed to feel something passing through his body, and his consciousness went blank the next moment, and all his senses entered nothingness.

he died.

Not only him, but also the sailors on his ship. Some of them, like Laffer, were frozen in the process of escape, while others were still in the cabin, completely unaware of what was happening.

But in just a moment, all the living people died without knowing what was happening.

"hiss--"

Viserys "looked" at the death of everyone on the ship he had sent, and couldn't help but "take" a breath.

It was no coincidence that Laffer's ship contacted Viserys yesterday. Here, at this moment, a meeting between gods was taking place in a conceptual form.

Viserys felt the power of the water song, the power of the fire song, the power of the earth song, and even the power of the ice song.

The death of Raph and his companions was only a slight collision between the forces of the Song of Ice and the Song of Fire when they were conceptualized. This slight collision released an invisible energy wave. The energy wave passed through Raph and his companions, and the "Song of Man" in their souls - or souls - was destroyed in an instant.

It's not that God's power is so strong, but because this place is special.

It was not until this moment that Viserys understood why the gods allowed Euron to "ascend to godhood" and that he himself was also a victim.

This windless sea area is an area surrounded by the world's ocean currents, which is very far away from the continent. It is the "Nemo Point" of this world.

This is the corner where the energy of the Song of Creation is gathered during the creation process and discarded after being used up.

The "god" that Euron is seeking to become does not exist at all. In this desolate land, there is no "song" that can carry his throne.

However, the power that he drove to become a god could stir up the chaotic power abandoned at "Point Nemo". His death when he failed to become a god could cause the power of the chaotic songs accumulated here to resonate.

The songs that once took part in the creation of the world still have residual power surging and resonating here.

Viserys felt that in the deep sea of ​​Point Nemo, there was a trace of storm power surging and rising in the chaotic energy.

He soon saw the truth. This was the last bit of power supply before the war of the gods. The surging power here would enter the world in the next period of time and become another part of the power for the gods to compete with the great will. Whether the gods could use this long-buried power to make themselves stronger depended on their own abilities.

Viserys is undoubtedly at a disadvantage now, because his power is scattered and not concentrated, and now that there is more, he cannot "refine it in an instant".
But since Viserys was called here without knowing it, it means that there are still gods who feel that they are "at a disadvantage", so they called him here. The hidden meaning is obvious: to seek cooperation and help.

This message is related to the Drowned God, but not just him. Viserys can feel the "gaze" of the Three-Eyed Raven.

It is not difficult to imagine that the belief in the Three-Eyed Raven was driven to the north of Westeros, and the number of believers was decreasing. The extra power might be more difficult for him to accept than for Viserys.

Viserys couldn't help but "look back" at the power of the Three-Eyed Raven. If he had known that the gods had made such clear arrangements for Euron to do this, Viserys would have killed Euron at the risk of his life.

Wait for the thoughts to return from conceptualization.

Viserys felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had just attended a luxurious banquet but could only watch but not eat.

His eyes couldn't help but look towards the north, and his sight seemed to pass through the mountains and rivers of Westeros and fall on the Three-Eyed Raven and the God of Cold.

The Three-Eyed Raven was clearly trying to hint at cooperation and seek help from Viserys.

Considering that the God of Cold may have been strengthened again.

Viserys looked gloomy. It seemed that he had to visit the Great Wall no matter what.

(End of this chapter)