I... I saw a massive number of human deaths! Dragons bled in the frost, warhorses wailed... Only a true king can save this world!"
Varys lowered his head, his trembling body unable to conceal the fear in his heart.
To Varys, he had seen an enemy that words could not describe.
Once humanity failed, the world would be plunged into eternal damnation!
"Did he see the Night King?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned, muttering to himself.
Then, his eyes sharpened, and he scrutinized the Master of Whisperers before him.
Varys, known as The Spider, possessed a faint 15% Targaryen bloodline.
Spirit: 59 (Mild mental contamination from r'hllor, the lord of light)
Physique: 60 (Still strong)
Agility: 50 (Long-term overwork has led to limb degeneration)
Strength: 40 (Slightly obese)
Magic: 15 (Magic bloodline dormant)
"r'hllor, the lord of light?"
Viserys Targaryen's pupils constricted sharply.
He hadn't expected that after his nominal father Aerys Targaryen, another pawn secretly manipulated by a god would appear!
No wonder, in the early days, Master of Whisperers Varys staunchly supported the Targaryen Family's monarchy and actively arranged powerful marriage alliances for Daenerys, but later made frequent blunders, even attempting to poison Daenerys at one point!
"Varys, tell me, what does r'hllor, the lord of light look like?"
Viserys Targaryen stepped forward, questioning him with a loud shout.
"Buzz—"
Varys was startled and jumped back, tumbling to the ground.
"The lord of light?"
He lay on the ground, eyes wide, looking at the young king Viserys Targaryen before him with confusion.
He hadn't said he saw the lord of light!
Varys had heard of r'hllor, the lord of light.
It was said to be a god from Asshai, the progenitor of all light and darkness.
But Varys didn't believe it.
He thought the legends of the so-called lord of light were just tricks to deceive people.
"Your Majesty, I don't know it!"
Varys awkwardly rolled up his sleeve, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood up to confess.
But the words caught in his throat.
Who was this young king before him?
That was the Targaryen Family's Dreamwalker, a "prophet" who could see five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future.
He could bring forth the miracle of hatching dragons, predict the enemy's movements—what difference was there between him and those so-called gods?
"The source of that voice was r'hllor, the lord of light?"
Varys's eyes widened in disbelief.
Seeing Varys's panic, everyone exchanged glances.
What lord of light, what R'hllor?
The so-called Red Priests in the The Red Keep were just clowns who secretly smeared wildfire on their swords beforehand, trying to gain attention on stage.
Even their own followers didn't believe there were gods in this world!
If there was a god-like existence in the world, it could only be this silver-haired, purple-eyed man before them!
Varys stared at the young boy, not yet ten years old, with admiration. After a moment of careful recollection, he still shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't see his true face!"
"I only saw strange green flames burning in the fire, blue ice flames, and pairs of glowing ice-blue eyes on the ground..."
"Understood!"
Viserys Targaryen looked at Varys helplessly and nodded.
Viserys Targaryen was not surprised that Varys couldn't see the full extent of the lord of light.
These so-called gods almost all existed in another life form.
Even Jon Snow and Beric Dondarrion, who were resurrected by the lord of light's miracle in the original story, couldn't glimpse the full form of R'hllor.
"Your Majesty, using magic will only make the world more chaotic and unbearable!"
At this moment, Varys's mind was in turmoil.
He hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to step forward and speak.
Looking at the young king before him, he feared Viserys would become another Aerys Targaryen, an even more powerful and terrifying Mad King!
"The Targaryen Family ruled the world with the black magic of three fire dragons."
Ser Joffrey interrupted Varys with dissatisfaction, "If magic can't be used, how did Aegon conquer Westeros back then?"
As a loyal follower of the Targaryen Family, he absolutely could not accept the Targaryen giving up the right to ride dragons.
If Viserys Targaryen, as the Dragon King, gave up using dragons, the situation would be a disaster for the Targaryen Dynasty.
"Dragons need time to grow!"
Viserys Targaryen nodded uneasily in agreement, "The usurper won't give us a chance!"
...Boom!
The sound of huge war drums boomed over the sea, and the flames burning on the sea almost illuminated the entire sea area of Dragonstone.
Three years passed in a flash, and Viserys Targaryen had now grown into a half-grown boy.
At this moment, he stood worriedly on the balcony of Dragonstone, gazing into the distance.
On the beach below, debris washed ashore by the waves was occasionally received, including the severed limbs of soldiers from both sides, and broken decks of warships.
"This is the third time this month!"
Viserys Targaryen frowned.
Ever since the Hatchling Dragon hatched, Robert Baratheon had completely fallen into a frenzy, constantly launching sneak attacks on Dragonstone.
He not only quickly dispatched Stannis Baratheon to form a powerful navy but also had the Iron Fleet reclaim his ancestral land, Storm's End.
Clearly, even if he lost some sovereignty, Robert Baratheon would absolutely not give Viserys Targaryen any breathing room!
Viserys could no longer delay; he knew that the decisive battle between the two factions was about to begin.
"Your Majesty,"
Ser Willem Darry bowed and walked in, reminding him softly, "It's time for sword practice!"
Viserys Targaryen paused slightly, then nodded in agreement.
He had once taught Rhaegar Targaryen martial arts, so teaching himself now was more than sufficient.
Whether it was naval combat or cavalry charges, to reclaim Westeros, he, as king, would have to lead from the front.
Clang—
Viserys Targaryen drew his longsword, emitting a cold glint.
His demeanor while holding the sword completely changed.
Slash, parry, block—he had practiced just these three moves for several months, reaching the level of a beginner swordsman.
Seeing Viserys Targaryen's focused expression, Ser Willem Darry felt even more gratified.
He constantly saw Viserys Targaryen's efforts.
Although his martial talent was not as good as Rhaegar Targaryen's, his persistent attitude towards sword practice far surpassed that of ordinary warriors.
From ancient times, steel is forged through a hundred refinements!
Ser Willem Darry believed that, in the long run, Viserys would surely become an excellent swordsman, surpassing Rhaegar Targaryen.
"This time, we'll learn to thrust!"
Ser Willem Darry's gaze was calm: "Compared to the slash, parry, and block in swordsmanship, the thrust is the most powerful move."
He drew his longsword and casually thrust it forward.
A whooshing sound instantly erupted from the sword tip, as if tearing through space.
This straight thrust,
was fast, accurate, and ruthless!
Even Viserys Targaryen, standing nearby, could feel the chilling killing intent at the blade's edge!