Beyond Farwinter, a faint white mist lingered, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The only certainty was the tide of wights.
And those terrifying things, the Others, loyal servants of the god of cold.
"Trebuchets!"
"Ballistas!"
The King-Beyond-the-Wall directed the wildlings to position these large weapons, along with Myr's distinctive triple-shot bows.
The First Men have a superstitious adherence to promises. The wildlings had sworn to protect Farwinter, and they would remain steadfast until death.
The dragon group hovered above Farwinter, warily watching the white mist in the distance, especially the ice throne opposite.
Although the ice throne was slightly damaged, it was being repaired relatively quickly due to the Others' sacrifices.
Farwinter wanted to be armed to the teeth, but in the face of the cold and the wights, it still didn't seem quite enough.
Better and more complete equipment was needed.
"The white mist is the greatest enemy, Prince," said the King-Beyond-the-Wall. "When the cold arrives, ordinary flames will be extinguished, making fire attacks impossible!"
"The temperature is indeed the greatest enemy! The white mist will likely bring heavy snow and freezing rain, extinguishing flames and reducing vitality. Only wights can survive in such an environment!" Rhaegar had no good solution for the dropping temperatures.
"Should I go find someone from the Alchemists' Guild? Use wildfire?" Rhaegar wondered.
It was a crazy decision, but not entirely unfeasible. In the depths of winter, wildfire might still retain some power.
Wildfire could be effective in two places: Farwinter and the Blackwater Rush.
One wildfire prepared for the Others, the other for the Braavosi.
Besides these, he also needed more and more support... In Rhaegar's residence, Rhaegar activated his Dragonlord's ring.
Rhaegar's flames were already capable of melting gold and breaking stone, and his understanding and knowledge of fire magic had reached a very high level.
He had largely finished exploring Augo's Dragonlord ring.
"It's time to use you!" Rhaegar looked at the gray mammoth and large black sea serpent fire seeds within the space.
[Mammoth Fire Seed: Represents power!]
[Sea Serpent Fire Seed: Represents power, represents the silent ocean!]
The two flames began to burn one after another, gray fire, black fire, the overlords of the land. The flames then slowly permeated his body.
The King of Mammoths represented power, galloping across ancient wildernesses with incomparable strength.
Rhaegar truly felt his body about to melt and burst from this ball of fire, but he managed to persevere.
The strength of an elephant is the finest among land animals, surging and majestic. Rhaegar seemed to see the King of Mammoths galloping across the Essos continent until it was finally discovered by the Dragonlord and its life was plundered by fire.
"Power, the key to everything, the ultimate core!"
Rhaegar felt this sense of power fill his entire body. With this power, he was also a transcendent master, and dealing with high-ranking Others would not be a problem, but he still needed to be careful with the Night King.
Perhaps the Night King was not a single person; he was merely a symbol, the strongest Other that the god of cold could resurrect multiple times through power, the god of cold's representative in the human world.
"The power of a sea monster!" Rhaegar looked curiously at the sea serpent fire seed. These two fire seeds were the most powerful; even Augo the Dragonlord hadn't been willing to use them back then.
"The great enemy of fire is cold, and the ocean. So-called cold is just another manifestation of water!" Rhaegar thought.
"The Others are a form of cold, and the Drowned God is another form of cold. Both carry the melody of death and desolation, and are incompatible with magic dragons," Rhaegar felt that the Drowned God and the god of cold had some similarities.
Magic powers associated with water were not harmonious with Valyrian Dragonlords; the Rhoynar people were like this, and the god of cold and the Drowned God even more so. The Rhoynar people represented river water, the god of cold represented icy cold, and the Drowned God represented the merciless sea. Among these three manifestations of water, only the Rhoynar people were the most normal and amicable; the other two carried a sense of deathly stillness and coldness.
"Hoo!" Rhaegar felt icy flames flowing within his body, containing rich life force.
This sea serpent flowed in the icy sea, its power sufficient to swallow ships and raise waves.
The ocean is vast and boundless, and no one can say how many sea monsters can stir up trouble. But this sea monster must have been very strong, strong enough to challenge a magic dragon at sea.
Augo the Dragonlord must have encountered this sea monster at sea and ultimately destroyed it.
Rhaegar found that after devouring this sea serpent, in addition to an increase in strength, his water magic also improved accordingly. Both water and fire magic had reached a very high level of mastery. If he were on the ocean, he could also manipulate the power of the sea, controlling currents and tides for a short time. However, a sea monster is just a creature; the true power of the sea might only be controllable by the Ironborn. But for Rhaegar, this was already enough.
Sea monsters have appeared multiple times throughout history, and Rhaegar suspected that the main entity of the Drowned God might be a sea monster.
It is said that sea monsters appear in the Summer Sea south of Dorne and the waters north of the Sunset Sea. Reports indicate traces of sea monsters in the southern Sunset Sea west of Westeros, between the Summer Sea and the Narrow Sea west of Qarth, and between the Broken Arm and the Stepstones. Legend has it that Hrothgar of Pyke Island possessed a horn that could summon sea monsters, and it is rumored that House Celtigar also has a similar horn in their vault on Claw Isle.
"Our current enemies, besides the god of cold, are the Drowned God. Though the gods do not act directly, they have their bloodlines, and sooner or later, some bloodlines will awaken due to divine favor. Crow's Eye is like this. Now, we must not only worry about the god of cold but also pay attention to the Iron Islands," Rhaegar thought. The Iron Islands were temporarily safe, but they couldn't be ignored. He needed to write to House Redwyne and House Lannister to monitor sea monster movements.
"I can also use water magic! So, can I manipulate the Others' white mist?" This question arose in Rhaegar's mind, but he didn't immediately put it into practice. After all, there was a more crucial matter: he needed to make a trip to Myr across the Narrow Sea... On the continent of Essos, Myr is one of the nine Free Cities, renowned for its excellent craftsmanship. Myr is the place that best embodies the spirit of craftsmanship.
Myr is located on the western coast of the continent of Essos, protected by a large and calm bay, the Myrish Sea, with a section of the Valyrian road extending from Myr.
"Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Guardian of the Narrow Sea and the World Islands, City Steward and Highways of King's Landing, Commander-in-Chief of Harrenhal, comes to visit the Governor of Myr!" The dragon group hovered over Myr, and Rhaegar's iron-like voice spread throughout Myr.
The governors of Myr quickly mobilized to welcome this peerless Dragonlord. The Dragonlord had just returned from showing off his might in Braavos, and no one dared to provoke him.
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