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Halfway up the mountain of Viserysburg, in the secret room of the base where wildfire is stored.
Viserys slowly descended the steps into the secret room; the long cellar was damp and dark, with a bone-chilling cold.
However, Viserys felt this cold was of no consequence; after all, he was well-versed in certain fire magics.
The damp stone walls were covered in saltpeter, and the only light source came from a sealed, iron-barred glass oil lamp held carefully by the Fire Mage.
"How many jars are there now?" Viserys asked.
Viserys picked up a clay jar—a fiery red jar that felt just right in an ordinary person's grip.
The clay felt rough to the touch, mixed with pebbles to prevent it from being too slippery and sliding out of one's hand.
Viserys saw a green substance within, a dark and murky fire.
Above the storage room was a chamber filled with sand, and a powerful protection spell had been cast on the ceiling; if a fire broke out, the sand would bury the wildfire.
"Only two or three hundred jars," the Fire Mage said apologetically. This was already the result of their best efforts, and it had even been boosted by the radiation of the dragon nearby.
"It looks very thick right now because the temperature is too low; once the temperature rises, these substances will flow smoothly."
"This will be enough. Keep working around the clock," Viserys said.
"As you command, Your Majesty." The Fire Mage nodded. "However, I feel that since the dragon appeared, the production speed of wildfire has increased significantly compared to before."
"Perhaps," Viserys nodded. "wildfire is a relative of Dragonflame."
Once ignited, wildfire burns fiercely until it is consumed. Moreover, it seeps into cloth, wood, leather, and even steel, setting them ablaze as well.
Viserys felt that accelerants like hay were unnecessary, as the dothraki liked to put oil in their hair, which was practically a death wish.
Viserys's own wildfire production was modest; currently, King's Landing held the most wildfire, with at least four thousand jars scattered throughout the city by Aerys.
Viserys found this amount staggering, especially since old wildfire becomes very unstable over time. "I have already had the soldiers train to launch these jars using Fire-breathing Crossbows and ballistae to ensure better results. If you need any help, you can report to the Chief Artisan or to me."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Viserys rose and left the secret storage room; everything that could be pursued had been pursued.
The only thing left was to wait for the joyful news of victory.
Viserysburg was already as solid as a fortress; the dothraki naturally lacked siege capabilities, and even with mercenary groups, they would be relatively disadvantaged.
The moat below Viserysburg had been deepened and reinforced again to ensure it became a deep chasm, with water from the Rhoyne River diverted into it.
When the drawbridge was raised, no one could cross the city gates without paying a sacrifice of blood and fire.
The longbowmen, Ballista operators, and even catapults on the city walls were the flagship assets Viserys had prepared.
Of course, the greatest offensive power would come from the performance of the wildfire and Sunfyre on the battlefield when the time came.
Viserys felt the external environment was settled; he had contacted the allies who could offer support, and on paper, only the Golden Company and the Second Sons were possibilities.
Even in neutral Pentos, there were surely a group of magisters siding with the Dothraki, as they had knelt to them for too long.
As for Norvos and Qohor, Viserys had already contacted the rulers of the two opposing sides.
They hoped Viserys could severely damage Khal Drogo, but they didn't truly believe Viserys could defeat the Khal in a head-on battle.
Under these circumstances, it was just a secret understanding; no real agreement would be signed.
If Viserys won the frontal war, they might consider cutting off the Dothraki's retreat, which was the greatest help they would offer.
However, some better news was that Myr was idling, Volantis was too far away and hampered by its triarchy—the Elephant Party archons refused to fund the war—and while the Lyseni had some ideas, they just argued back and forth without a single brave magister stepping up to take the lead.
Furthermore, Lys was already at odds with Tyrosh, so joining forces with them required great caution.
Because military ventures are risky, if the Lyseni lost the war, the magister who started it could easily end up ruined and bankrupt.
Moreover, the Lyseni had a devious thought: why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? They believed Khal Drogo and the mercenary groups hired by Tyrosh could handle the Andalos.
Viserys roughly guessed Illyrio's thoughts; the Fat Magister and Varys both lacked an army, and unless the Seven Kingdoms were in chaos, ten thousand men could not land.
But now, realizing that the army of the Andalos was also quite formidable, they began to accelerate their plans for a regime change.
So besides guarding against Khal Drogo, Viserys also had to deal with Illyrio's conspiracy against him.
But this was fine; Viserys made up his mind.
Since Illyrio wanted to use a series of schemes to let Young Aegon reach for the throne, why wouldn't this be the perfect time for Viserys to sweep them all away?
The stage for war has been set; let the game proceed more quickly.
"Crabb," Viserys said to the originally scrawny Dick Crabb, who followed him.
The destitute Crabb had gained nourishment and status in Viserys's city, no longer looking like the dying, sickly man he once was, though he still needed to train hard; the lad was too thin.
"Hang my Dragon Horn in the tent. When my friends arrive, let them all know the news—it's a mysterious horn of immense power," Viserys instructed. "Spread the word in the taverns; let everyone know about my horn."
Since the Fat Magister had provided him with the best bait, Viserys felt he could use this item to do some fishing of his own.
Viserys had originally feared the horn's side effects, but with the Mental Spell, Sunfyre was enough to shield him from such temporary pressure.
"Understood, Your Majesty," Crabb said, puzzled but obeying the command.
Crabb relied on his mouth, and he was very confident in his gift of gab.
Viserys used the Mental Spell to summon Sunfyre, who was still drifting in the sky.
Sunfyre landed on the ground and took off with Viserys.
The dragon cut through the sky; Viserys felt like a kite without a tail as he headed toward the Rhoyne River.
Sure enough, Viserys saw what he wanted.
Viserys saw a cavalry force ahead like heavy clouds; the dothraki coalition was approaching.
Khal Drogo was not in this vanguard; it was a sort of scouting party checking the situation for the main force.
At this moment, the Dothraki had already crossed the river.