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Chapter 410: Lack of Divine Power

"Yes, Your Grace, the Lord of Light told me that the Others should not have awakened at this time."

Melisandre looked at Viserys' reaction with some surprise but reiterated her point.

"Perhaps the premature awakening of the Others, coupled with the lack of effective resistance from mankind, and the rapid advance of the army of the dead... these are all reasons leading to the Others' lack of divine power."

The Night King had indeed slowed his pace, but he had still advanced too quickly, overextending himself and burdening his own forces. He probably hadn't expected that this world already had the existence of dragons, and that they would personally intervene.

The last time he had been active was thousands of years ago, and it was unclear whether dragons existed in this world at that time. Perhaps they were still around the Fourteen Flames of Valyria, or perhaps they weren't creatures of this world at all, but at least they hadn't appeared in his field of vision at that time.

However, although the divine power of the Others was insufficient, the state of the Lord of Light didn't seem much better.

Viserys had glimpsed that within the strong red light of the south, there seemed to be many black threads mixed in.

Was the Lord of Light ill?

Viserys asked Melisandre about this, and the red priestess fell silent for a long time, shook her head slightly, and could not give an answer.

Her communication with the Lord of Light had always been one-sided. The Lord of Light spoke, and she listened.

She spoke, and the Lord of Light gave no response. Whether he heard or not was even more unknown.

Even the strange revelation given to her before, she had followed it but still didn't understand why... why did he want her to do that?

What did the Lord of Light want to get from Viserys?

A seed of doubt appeared in the mind of the red priestess, and she quickly shook her head to dispel it.

But once the seed of doubt is planted, it's hard to uproot. The woman's face showed a hint of uncertainty.

Then Melisandre fell silent for a long time, and then couldn't help but ask again.

"If that's the case, Your Grace."

"Do we not have a chance of victory this time, to seize this opportunity to kill the Night King?"

Regardless, Melisandre knew that she was a servant of the Lord of Light.

Her existence was to eradicate the Others, to help the true king save the entire world.

And now that the Lord of Light has told them that the divine power of the Others is insufficient and unstable, isn't this the best opportunity?

Kill the servant of the Others in one fell swoop, and completely end the chaos of the Others that plagues the world.

"I can't say for sure."

Viserys also took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Whether we can kill the Night King mainly depends on whether he gives us the opportunity."

"I will try my best to find him and slaughter him."

Because of the unique black magic lost from Valyria, Viserys himself is a very special existence.

And as far as he knows, there are two other such special existences, one is the Night King and the other is the legendary Three-Eyed Raven.

The main ability of the Three-Eyed Raven is not in combat, but in traversing the river of time, knowing the secrets of the past, and also being able to see a bit of the future.

The Night King, on the other hand, is a master of raising the dead. As long as he is alive, he can endlessly raise the dead, drowning all opponents with a sea of people.

Therefore, if he wants to hide, Viserys can't find him, and there's nothing he can do.

...

The bone-chilling wind blew from the north.

Snow began to fall in the sky over the Twins again.

The Green Fork, which had frozen for the first time in nearly sixty years, was covered with frost again not long after it thawed.

After a year and a half of hard and bitter fighting with the Others, all the soldiers of the allied forces had gained experience.

Just looking at the bad weather, the distant snowstorm seemed like a horde of thousands of soldiers rushing towards them, and they knew that the Others had arrived again.

"Damn it!"

Sandor Clegane, clad in armor, sat on a tree stump outside the camp, with his greatsword by his side, cursing as he looked into the distance, and spat.

He had actually drunk a couple of glasses of wine today and wanted to come to the Dothraki camp to talk to Viserys.

Because the only person who could kill his brother was him.

Of course, this was not a love-hate relationship.

Sandor truly hated his brother, 'The Mountain' Gregor Clegane, to the bone. He wished he could skin him and pull out his tendons, so he didn't want

anyone to get ahead of him.

He heard that his brother was being held in the water prison of Pentos, being checked every day, not letting him die, but torturing him for a lifetime.

However, when Sandor was drinking and full of anger, he arrived at the entrance of the Dothraki camp, saw those tall and mighty grassland warriors, and felt the wind blow, his anger was much better.

Just as Sandor was hesitating, the Others arrived.

Whoo...

Whoo...

The alarm horn of the Twins sounded, echoing across the sky, and the camp of the allied forces immediately began to bustle.

The Others were still far from the main camp, but the scout cavalry had already discovered their traces in advance.

A large number of allied soldiers poured out from the camp, began to line up on the banks of the Green Fork, and at the same time, the commanders riding on horses were also loudly conveying orders.

"Front line!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The commander of the front line, Randyll Tarly, rode on his horse. His bald head had only one ear left, the other lost on the battlefield of the Wall.

At this moment, he held the Valyrian steel sword Heartsbane, commanding the soldiers to form ranks on the riverbank.

The soldiers of the allied forces, clad in various family armors, lined up on the riverbank, extending the battle line, with banners fluttering in the wind.

And catapults and giant crossbows were also pushed out, the sharp spears gleaming coldly, pointing across the river, forming a super long-range firepower position.

The first batch of dragonglass from Dragonstone had also been transported over, but due to the time constraint and scarcity, it was only used to make the arrowheads of the crossbows, hoping to snipe the Others.

And at this moment.

"Roar..."

A dragon's roar echoed across the sky, a huge black dragon swept across the sky, stirring up a wild wind, blowing the soldiers on the ground into a mess.

A dragon rider sat on the dragon's back. The dragon, carrying the rider, didn't stop at the banks of the Green Fork, but boldly flew alone towards the direction of the Others in the distance.

"This is a war between the living and the dead..."

"For our homes, for our wives, children, parents, for all those who cannot fight, we fight!"

As one of the highest commanders, Robert sat on his horse, delivering an impassioned speech.

Then.

In the year 293 AC.

The second Battle of the Twins, which left a heavy mark in history, officially broke out.

"All men! Prepare!"

"Fire!"

Boom, boom, boom...

One after another, the catapults roared, throwing burning stones across the Green Fork.

Thud...

The spears fired by the giant crossbows easily tore through the formation of the army of the dead, skewering a row of wights like candied haws.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the allied forces erupted with unprecedented strength, pushing the wights who had crossed the Green Fork back.

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