Chapter 408: The Revelation of the Lord of Light

The Dothraki's total annihilation of a legion of the dead had boosted the morale of the allied forces.

However, by the time they returned, it was already nightfall, and darkness had completely enveloped the sky.

In the Dothraki camp, dots of firelight illuminated the area. Most of the soldiers had already retired for the night, with only a few standing guard.

A flock of crows flew across the sky.

Flap, flap—

They then landed on the top of a massive tent in the camp, tilted their heads slightly, and let out a caw.

These sounds breathed life and vitality into the world. The North had become a realm of death, and due to the cold climate, even animals and birds had died or been severely injured, naturally causing these lively sounds to disappear.

Now, human soldiers were fighting here so that their homelands would not become like the North, and their wives, children, and elders would not turn into wights.

The tent where the crows had landed was the dwelling of the Khal in the camp, a magnificent golden-top tent.

Most of the camp had already plunged into darkness, except for this place, which was still brightly lit. This was because Viserys had not yet gone to rest. There was still work to be done, and staying up late had become the norm.

At this moment.

Two Dothraki guards, holding torches high, led a woman dressed in a thin red robe into the tent from outside.

"Khal."

"This woman says she's your friend."

The guard in the camp spoke in Dothraki.

"Hmm?"

Sitting in the tent, Viserys, who was writing something at the table, slightly raised his head.

He was taken aback when he saw this red-robed woman he hadn't seen in a long time. He then nodded to the two Dothraki guards and spoke in fluent Dothraki.

"Yes, she is my friend."

"You may leave."

Hearing the Khal's words, the two Dothraki guards bowed slightly without saying much.

They then lifted the tent curtain and left.

The visitor was Melisandre, who had been missing for a long time.

However, Viserys did not think that this mysterious woman had died on the battlefield.

Her name was gradually spreading throughout the Seven Kingdoms, mainly among the common people.

Melisandre had followed millions of Northmen refugees into the South. Millions of people were displaced and impoverished due to the attack of the White Walkers. It was a time when they were helpless.

Their once firm faith had collapsed, as their gods had not played any role in the attack of the White Walkers, let alone brought a ray of hope.

Melisandre took this opportunity to quietly propagate the faith of the Lord of Light, R'hllor.

The faith of the Red God had not been very prominent in Westeros for many years, with most areas of the Seven Kingdoms firmly believing in the Seven.

The North mainly believed in the Old Gods, the Iron Islands in the Drowned God, and Dorne in both the Seven and nature spirits.

However, now.

The faith of R'hllor finally had an opportunity and began to appear on a large scale in Westeros.

Melisandre, on a white horse, in a red robe, constantly preached the faith of the Red God to people in this desperate time.

She told people that in such a crisis, only by following the true king and believing in R'hllor could they save their lives.

Darkness and light, cold and heat, life and death.

R'hllor is the archenemy of the Cold God. The more followers of R'hllor, the stronger the power of the god to fight against the Cold God.

Because of this, relying on the powerful force and mobility of millions of Northmen refugees, Melisandre's name gradually spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, reaching the ears of some major nobles, and even Cersei, who was now the Queen Regent, had heard of Melisandre's name.

Cersei wanted to invite her into the Red Keep to meet, to see if there was anything that could be used, whether this red-robed witch was really as capable of prophecy and omnipotent as the rumors said.

However, unfortunately, Melisandre did not accept Cersei's invitation.

Instead, she disappeared from King's Landing that day, and even the gold cloaks searching the city could not find her trace.

Clearly, King's Landing was no longer impregnable. There were followers of R'hllor who helped Melisandre escape from King's Landing, and then Melisandre appeared voluntarily in Viserys's camp.

Viserys had thought that Melisandre might take advantage of this power to comfortably become a 'High Priestess', or seize the opportunity to challenge the High Priest of the Red Temple in Volantis.

Known as the 'Flame of Truth', 'Light of Wisdom', and 'First Servant of the Lord of Light', Benerro.

However, he did not expect that after gaining such powerful power, she would come back.

"Your Grace."

"It's been a long time."

In the golden-top tent, it was soon left with only Viserys and Melisandre. The red-haired witch slightly curtsied, her red skirt spread on the ground.

She then slowly stood up and walked to Viserys's side.

Melisandre still had that captivating look. Her eyes fell on Viserys.

Viserys's brows slightly relaxed, and then he put away what he was just writing on the table.

"Indeed, it's been a long time."

"Melisandre."

The light in the tent was dim, and the red-robed woman's figure slightly swayed with the flames in the fire basin, casting shadows on the tent.

"Why did you come back now? Have you found the answer you were looking for?"

The red-robed witch stood next to Viserys, looking at the decorations in the golden-top tent.

Clearly, it was filled with Dothraki-style decorations, horsehair, curved knives, bows and arrows, and an exaggeratedly large bed.

For this nation, a Khal indeed needed a large bed.

"Yes, Your Grace."

"I came for that."

Then Melisandre, hearing Viserys's words, turned her head. The casual expression on her face disappeared a lot and became serious instead.

"I received a revelation from the Lord of Light, and I must tell you."

"A prophecy?"

Hearing Melisandre's words, Viserys's eyebrows slightly raised.

"What prophecy?"

He knew that Melisandre was proficient in prophecy. She had seen the process of him roasting dragon eggs through prophecy and then traveled a long distance to come here.

"About the White Walkers."

Melisandre said with a serious face.

However, she couldn't explain it too clearly. Viserys had to perceive the revelation of the true god himself.

Then the red-robed witch helped Viserys stand up from the cushion on the ground and came to the blazing bonfire.

"Your Grace, please look at this flame."

Viserys frowned slightly, then his eyes fell on the dancing flame.

In an instant, in the light reflected in his pupils, he saw a sky full of red light above his head.

And the darkness in the distance was gradually invading like an eternal night.