Rayder's gaze was fixed on the breach in the city wall, and he pondered to himself:
"I wonder if the Cold God, who is pursuing us, has the ability to lead the Army of Ghouls across this wall?"
If the Cold God truly could cross this natural chasm and lead the Army of Ghouls to surge in like a tide, then Rayder knew he absolutely could not hesitate for a moment.
He would choose to leave Westeros without hesitation, leaving this mess for the Targaryen Family to clean up.
After all, compared to the Cold God and the Army of Ghouls, the Targaryen Family's power was still slightly inferior.
At that time, Rayder would completely abandon his last vestiges of conscience.
On the continent of Essos, he would unleash a bloody slaughter without mercy, eradicating every living thing he saw.
He wanted to make Ghidorah grow as quickly as possible; only then would he have enough strength to contend with the Cold God.
Just as Rayder was deep in thought, Tar arrived at the ruins of the city wall.
When he saw the collapsed wall, anger instantly overwhelmed his reason.
He stared with wide, furious eyes, let out a roar, drew the longsword from his waist, and shouted curses at Rayder, who was riding on the back of a giant dragon:
"You despicable bastard! How dare you destroy our Great Wall! I challenge you to a duel, witnessed by the Seven Gods!"
Tar's roar echoed across the open field, yet his almost insane actions were held back by the surrounding rangers.
They knew that Tar had lost his reason at this moment, and if they let him go forward to trouble Rayder, he would likely just throw his life away.
After all, the other party was a formidable individual with three dragons! This was not an existence that ordinary people could contend with.
Although the sword in Tar's hand was incredibly sharp, in front of a giant dragon, it was probably nothing more than a toy.
If Tar were to charge directly with his sword, the consequences would be unimaginable; perhaps a single breath of Dragon Flame from the giant dragon could instantly burn him to ashes.
Tar's rangers evidently realized this as well; a dozen of them swarmed forward, holding Tar down tightly, fearing he would act impulsively.
Not only that, they quickly snatched the sword from Tar's hand and threw it far away, to prevent him from picking up the weapon again and charging towards the giant dragon.
At this moment, the rangers no longer cared that Tar was their superior; they had only one thought in their minds: they absolutely must not provoke the person on the dragon's back.
One must know, those were three giant dragons!
If they were angered, and all three giant dragons breathed a single puff of Dragon Flame, this group of people would probably not even have a speck of ash left.
Just as everyone was extremely tense, suddenly, a deafening dragon roar came from the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw a red giant dragon, like a long snake, speeding from a distance.
The giant dragon's body was long and graceful, and its red scales shimmered with dazzling light in the sun.
The giant dragon quickly landed on the ground; its huge wings stirred up a gust of wind that made it almost impossible to stand steady.
After landing, the giant dragon did not stop but immediately let out continuous roars in the direction of Rayder,
The sound was deafening, as if the surrounding air trembled because of it.
Rayder looked closely; he was all too familiar with this giant dragon, it was precisely the one nicknamed "Bloodworm," Caraxes.
And the dragon rider on its back was indeed Daemon Targaryen.
It turned out that he and Rhaenys had already arrived at Castle Black a day earlier.
When Commander-in-Chief Rosso Borelli received Tar's plea for help, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
So he unhesitatingly found Daemon and Rhaenys and asked for their help.
After all, in Rosso's view, only giant dragons could contend with giant dragons; his rangers were simply no match for any giant dragon.
So when he saw Rhaenys fly off on the giant dragon Meleys, known as the "Red Queen," to provide support, his heart tightened.
He knew the situation was critical and dared not delay, so he quickly turned to find Erlad Stark, asking him to lead the reinforcing Northern soldiers to assist.
At the same time, Rayder, seeing the giant dragon Red Queen Meleys and the dragon rider Rhaenys arrive, was suddenly filled with joy.
Because he had secretly calculated the time, and in a little while, the Cold God would arrive.
And these two and their dragons could just be used as cannon fodder against the Cold God, buying himself more time and opportunities.
Daemon and Rhaenys were not too surprised to see Rayder and his dragons here.
After all, before coming to the North, Viserys had told them about Rayder's presence in the North.
However, when they noticed that the collapsed city wall was caused by Rayder's command to his giant dragon, both of their expressions turned a bit ugly, and just as they were about to question Rayder,
Suddenly, a thunderous mixed cry of an eagle and a lion echoed in the distant sky, reverberating through the clouds.
This sound, like a clap of thunder, exploded in Daemon and Rhaenys's ears; both of them simultaneously looked up, their gazes piercing the distant space towards the source of the sound high in the sky.
However, because the distance was too great, they couldn't see the specific situation, only vaguely seeing that in the distant sky, vast expanses of dark clouds seemed to be surging and enveloping this way.
Rayder's heart tightened when he heard the griffin's cry; he immediately realized that the Cold God had arrived, and even earlier than he had estimated.
He took a deep breath, composed himself, and then proactively reminded them:
"Don't you two wet your pants later, this is not a game. If you're not careful, people might die."
When Daemon and Rhaenys heard Rayder's words, their brows instantly furrowed tightly; they exchanged glances and then both turned to look at him, a trace of displeasure showing in their eyes.
Especially Daemon, he shouted unceremoniously: "Is the appearance of the Others because of you?"
In fact, Rayder's previous words had already made Daemon suspicious; he began to suspect some connection between the appearance of the Others and Rayder.
Therefore, at this moment, he was so urgently roaring and questioning, wanting to get an accurate answer from Rayder.
Rhaenys also stared intently at Rayder's face; her gaze was sharp and serious, clearly also awaiting Rayder's reply.
Facing their questions, Rayder's lips curved slightly upward, revealing a faint smile, and he answered dismissively:
"These Others have existed for thousands of years, don't you think?"
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