His eyes had long been cloudy and blind, but there was a kind of calmness in his eyes, and he said, "Coldness is not the end, but a part of the cycle. Night's King is the imbalance product created by Cold God, and Lord of Light is the corrected balance. That special existence will help Lord of Light complete the cycle it was originally supposed to fulfill."
Viserys can clearly feel that this memory has been carefully trimmed, eliminating all information that may reveal the current specific location of Greenseer, and only retains his unique explanation of the relationship between Cold God, Lord of Light and Viserys, the "non-existent person".
This is a kind of self-protection by Greenseer, and it is also a kind of temptation. Greenseer is telling him that he does not want to meet him, but these Old Gods are part of the ancient will of this land, but they are now forcibly twisted and sealed here by Cold God.
As the memory dissipated, the white halo gradually dimmed, as if it had never existed. Even the surrounding fog seemed to have become thinner due to the transfer of this memory, but the distorted shadows of the Restless were still visible everywhere.
Viserys completely recovered his mental power, exhaled a long white breath, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He turned his head and looked at Daenerys behind him, who still had a worried face. He reached out and gently rubbed her hair, and the corners of his mouth raised a faint arc.
"It's okay, Dany, they just want to talk to us." Viserys's voice returned to its former gentleness and said, "They are not enemies, at least not now. They are trapped prisoners, and we will have the ability to open this cage in the future."
Daenerys was stunned for a moment, then the worry in his eyes was gradually replaced by doubt, and said, "Older Brother, you mean... we can cooperate with them?"
As he said that, Daenerys looked around at the many twisted shadows and a few magic light groups that could still maintain their original gentle state.
Daenerys is the Unburnt, so she also has the talent of Magic, but what she is good at is Blood Magic, and Viserys is now good at Blood Magic's knowledge comes from Dragonlord's collection on Valyrian Peninsula. He is not ready to give them all to Daenerys, but it's okay for her to see the magic elements.
"It's not just cooperation." Viserys raised his head, looking through the thin mist, looking at the remains of stone pillars half buried under the snow, his eyes flashing with calculation and determination, and said, "This is still a transaction. They need freedom and the opportunity for revenge, and we... need to understand the weaknesses of Cold God, and the possible ruling system of Westeros in the future."
Viserys is not prepared to really release these existences. After solving Cold God, these existences will become a new stumbling block for him to completely rule the entire continent.
At that time, Viserys will make the North people slowly begin to believe in Lord of Light. As long as the power of the North people's faith is gone, Viserys believes that these people will completely dissipate in a few years.
Regardless of whether it was before or now, Lord of Light's performance in this world is still normal from King Ghidorah's perspective, and she does not use her own strength to force people to believe in her.
Moreover, as long as Lord of Light agrees to disband Faith of the Red God's monk-robed armed forces, she will not affect her own rule, and the two can completely complement each other.
Viserys The smile on the corner of his mouth has not diminished, but there is a cold sense in his eyes. He has not relaxed his vigilance because he solved the previous puzzle. On the contrary, this planning game has just begun.
Viserys regrouped his mental power and gently pointed towards the most solid group of light that suddenly appeared in front of him, which was also the group of light that made the sound before.
The light group sensed his intention and gradually condensed into a vague humanoid outline. Although the face could not be seen clearly, Viserys could feel that an ancient consciousness was establishing contact with him.
"You want to break the shackles, you want to see the light of day again, and you want to take revenge on False Gods who stole your power." Viserys's voice was not loud, but every word struck clearly on the hearts of those remaining consciousnesses.
"And I need to know where the core source of Cold God's power is, as well as some possible flaws between it and Night's King. In addition, I also need all the memories in your hands about the magical veins that existed before Westeros."
The vague figure was silent for a moment. They seemed to be having a fierce debate internally, and several other faint haloes around them also flickered on and off, as if echoing some kind of emotion.
Finally, the deep and hoarse voice sounded again, this time no longer intermittently, but with a desperate determination, saying, "We can give you the answer, but you have to know that the secrets of Cold God are usually stained with the curse of death, and those who spy on it will often be noticed by it."
"And... once we get out of trouble, this land will no longer be peaceful. Are you sure you can control those resentments that have been suppressed for thousands of years after the godhead was wiped out?"
Viserys chuckled lightly, and King Ghidorah underneath him let out a low cry at the right time. Then golden thunder, blazing Flame, and extreme cold jumped in its three giant mouths, illuminating Viserys's young but confident face.
"The curse of Cold God? For those who own Dragon and Flame, cold is the only enemy. We are not afraid at all. As for resentment..."
Viserys narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the twisted shadows, and said, "As long as I find the right outlet for them, resentment will be the sharpest weapon in my hand. Now, tell me, you know, where is the 'heart' of Cold God and Night's King?"
As his words fell, Viserys the frozen soil beneath them seemed to tremble slightly, and then a deeper and colder chill spread from the depths of the ground than before, as if something was touched by these words.
The group of light and shadow began to fluctuate violently, and a sealed image was about to enter Viserys's mind through a spiritual link.
The image was not a coherent picture, but a huge and chaotic information flow, with Cold God's unique biting chill forcefully poured into Viserys's sea of consciousness.
There was no backlash from the curse as expected. On the contrary, Viserys felt a strange sense of clarity.
At the center of the information flow, he saw a deep ice field covered by eternal blizzards, where stood a throne carved from Ice.