Suddenly, a thought flashed through Rayder's mind—he had always lacked a suitable weapon to effectively deal with wights and the Night King.
And at this moment, his gaze happened to fall on the dark sister at Daemon's waist.
This was an extremely rare Valyria steel sword!
Rayder's eyes were like torches, fixed intently on Daemon, not concealing his desire for that sword, and his voice was low and firm: "Give me the sword at your waist."
Upon hearing this, Daemon's face instantly darkened. He gripped the hilt tightly and refused without hesitation: "This is absolutely impossible!"
A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Rayder's mouth, his eyes full of disdain and mockery: "Oh? Is that so? Then you might as well die now. When you're dead, this sword will naturally be mine."
Daemon's heart tightened. He noticed the dragon behind Rayder slowly moving a few steps forward, and the distance between them was already less than three meters.
This meant that as soon as Rayder gave the order, the fierce dragon could instantly tear both of them to shreds.
This feeling made both Daemon and Erlad feel incredibly heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on them, making them almost unable to breathe.
Daemon's hand trembled slightly from excessive force. He gripped the hilt tightly, as if it were the last straw of his life: "You wouldn't dare kill me."
Rayder's laughter grew louder, full of contempt for Daemon: "Haha, really? Then you can bet on it, see if I dare.
Anyway, it's your life you're betting, not mine. I'll count to three. If you still don't give me the sword after I finish counting, don't blame me for being impolite."
Rayder's voice echoed in the air, every word like a heavy hammer striking Daemon and Erlad's hearts.
Their heartbeats quickened, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
Rayder began to count down: "Three..."
His voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in Daemon and Erlad's ears like a thunderclap, making their bodies tremble violently.
"Two..."
Rayder's countdown continued, each number like a sharp sword, piercing directly into Daemon's heart.
Daemon's face turned ashen, and his hand began to tremble uncontrollably. He knew that if he didn't make a decision soon, both he and Erlad would perish.
Just as Rayder was about to shout "One," Ghidorah's mouth suddenly opened, and lightning flickered within it, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.
Daemon's inner defenses finally collapsed at this moment. He despairingly released the hilt and handed the sword to Rayder.
The corner of Rayder's mouth curved slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He unceremoniously took the sword, and at the same time, sneered at Daemon:
"Haha, it seems you're the real coward, Daemon!"
Daemon's face instantly turned extremely grim. He stared intently at Rayder, his eyes flashing with anger, but he forced himself not to react.
After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth: "Is that enough now?"
Rayder ignored Daemon's reaction. He slowly drew the Valyria steel sword named "dark sister" from its sheath.
The blade of this sword was slender and looked unusually light.
Rayder casually swung it twice, only feeling that its trajectory through the air was somewhat light, as if it didn't have much weight.
However, when he remembered that this sword was originally made for women, his doubts immediately dissipated.
After all, women's strength is usually less than men's, so the weight of this sword would naturally be relatively lighter.
The sword in Rayder's hand swiftly spun in the air, and in an instant, the tip of the sword, like lightning, struck directly against Daemon's chest.
This series of movements was as fast as a gust of wind, so much so that Erlad had no time to react.
By the time he came to his senses, his heart was pounding in his throat, and a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
Erlad looked at the scene before him in horror. He knew that if Daemon died here, then the Stark Family would likely fall into an irreversible predicament.
So, he hurriedly shouted: "Rayder, don't do anything rash!"
His voice trembled slightly from nervousness, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down like a bursting dam.
However, Rayder seemed to completely disregard Erlad's words.
He didn't even glance at Erlad, only staring intently at Daemon, warning: "Watch your words from now on, otherwise, you should be very clear about the consequences."
After speaking, he flicked his wrist, sheathing the sword. The entire movement was seamless, without the slightest hesitation.
Then, Rayder turned to Erlad and said: "What, aren't you going to arrange a place for me to stay? Or do you wish for me to leave here now?"
Although his tone was calm, the threat within it was obvious.
Erlad sighed helplessly. He knew he had no other choice now.
So, he could only force a smile and say to Rayder: "A room has been prepared for you in Black Castle. Please follow me."
Rayder, with his dragon and Erlad, turned and walked away, gradually fading into the distance until they disappeared from sight.
Their destination was Black Castle, not far from The Great Wall, a mysterious place full of unknowns.
Daemon stood still, unmoving, as if held by an invisible force.
His gaze was fixed on the direction Rayder had left, and an indescribable sense of humiliation surged in his heart.
He felt like a child who had been abandoned, helpless and powerless.
This feeling made him furious. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
He couldn't help but ask himself, was it really because his dragon wasn't strong enough?
Or was this just an excuse, and the real reason was his own insufficient strength?
He had not failed to try to tame a second dragon. In fact, he had tried many times, but each time ended in failure.
He simply couldn't establish a mental connection with a second dragon, let alone tame it to fight for him.
This made him incredibly frustrated, as if he would never be able to break through this bottleneck.
Just as Daemon was still immersed in anger and self-doubt, Rhaenys slowly walked over.
Her steps were light and elegant, but her tone was not friendly: "You are too impulsive, Daemon."
Daemon suddenly turned his head, glaring at Rhaenys, his voice hoarse with anger:
"Didn't you notice? One of his dragons has changed, becoming bigger and stronger! He is the greatest threat to the kingdom!"
Rhaenys was not intimidated by Daemon's roar. She met his gaze without flinching and retorted:
"Calm down, Daemon! Dragons only bring destruction, they cannot maintain the rule of the kingdom.
We must now actively build up our strength, not provoke him and completely fall out with him."
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