The dead bodies on the profound ice throne slowly pieced themselves together, forming a distorted, grotesque, tall "human" shape.
If you could even call it a person.
"The will of the god of cold?" Rhaegar put away his True Dragon longsword and switched to the True Dragon spear.
"Boom!" The god of cold puppet radiated a faint blue light, and a profound ice longsword appeared. The puppet flew from the throne into the sky to battle Rhaegar!
"Dragonflame!" Rhaegar rode the Silver Emperor into battle, directing the other two dragons, Balerion and Balerion, to launch fire elsewhere, protecting the remaining Direwolf Suicide Squad.
Old Bear Mormont was already dead; he didn't want Eddard to die in this wretched place too!
"Eddard! Ignite it, ignite the Old Bear's body!" His companions shouted loudly. Eddard held back his tears and lit the Old Bear's body to prevent it from turning into a wight.
Rhaegar's entire body also emitted azure blue flames. This flame brought warmth and heat, while the god of cold puppet brought desolation and death.
Although it was a "person" composed of various broken limbs and flesh, barely resembling a human, and a puppet condensed by the god of cold's magic power, it was still terrifying. The puppet wielded its longsword ceaselessly, devoid of the physical strength and emotional flow a human should possess, leaving only the most magnificent and vicious moves.
"The Night King isn't a person? He's a concept, a will. As long as the god of cold exists, the Night King will awaken!" Rhaegar gripped his spear and wrestled with the god of cold puppet.
"Crack! Crack!" When the god of cold puppet swung its longsword, it emitted a strange, sharp sound that caused people to freeze, falling into madness and a vacuum.
"Boom!" A silver fireball spun and rushed towards the god of cold puppet. Rhaegar could endure it, but the Direwolf Suicide Squad below certainly could not.
Rhaegar's fireball explosion could only attempt to slow the god of cold puppet's speed and magic power, keeping the Winter Wolves stable.
"Die!" The Direwolf Suicide Squad maintained their formation, using fire as a ring to form a small, persistent defensive position!
"Boom!" In the sky was a battle of ice and fire. Rhaegar was fire; the god of cold was ice!
Rhaegar's True Dragon spear danced wildly, its various runes maintaining his prolonged stamina. If not for this, he certainly couldn't have sustained himself for so long in this bloody, tense vortex of battle.
"Kill!" "Dragonflame!" Balerion and Balerion suddenly turned their heads, and the fireballs from the three dragons rushed together toward the god of cold puppet. These magic-infused fireballs possessed immense power!
Amidst the thunderous explosion, the god of cold puppet's body managed to withstand the blast. Its temporarily assembled limbs were now half-shattered, but it continued to press forward to fight.
"Whoosh!" Rhaegar shot an obsidian arrow—an obsidian arrow laced with magical flames. The humanoid monster finally collapsed completely. The blue light flickered and finally extinguished entirely. Amidst the soaring flames, the god of cold puppet was annihilated.
"Hurry and go!" Rhaegar shouted. The joy didn't last long, as he sensed that the profound ice throne was still gathering magic power—a strange magic power.
A blue light shone from the throne, then transformed into a hand—a dry, white hand that glowed faintly blue.
The hand flew toward Rhaegar. Time seemed to stagnate before the hand; it appeared impossible to evade.
As the hand arrived, the air began to grow still and desolate; everything was cold and dead.
Rhaegar saw the symbol: a small, green hand symbol in the center of the palm.
"What is that symbol? It belongs to that extinct family, the original Gardener family of the Reach." Rhaegar thought of this family. The Gardener family, descendants of the Green Hand.
"Green Hand" Garth is a legendary god. Many families in the Reach possess the Green Hand bloodline. The Green Hand not only made the land fertile and productive but also "sowed seeds" for many women. A single touch from him could make infertile women conceive again, and even old women past their menses could give birth again.
Rhaegar opened his palm, and a flame shield appeared. All the runes on it flashed, glittering with various colors.
The runes on the flame shield flashed into various forms: hammers condensed from flame and longswords eroded the Hand of the god of cold, yet the hand proved incredibly sturdy. After being worn down, it would slowly restore itself.
Rhaegar continuously drove the flames. The beautiful runes and symbols—runes of hammers, swords, shields, rings, trees, nets, and walls—operated relentlessly. The flames and the Hand of the god of cold slowly ground each other down. The shield shattered, and the god of cold's hand broke into ice.
"Did the god of cold absorb the Blood of Heroes?" Rhaegar had a conjecture.
"It's rude not to return a favor! Fire rain!" Rhaegar shouted. The three magic dragons simultaneously spewed flames. The fire was a bright fireball that suddenly exploded, raining down like fire rain. The wights hit by the flames rapidly fell, and the Others also scrambled to avoid them, hating fire, especially the magical power contained within the flames.
"Go!" Rhaegar called to the Direwolf Suicide Squad below. These men awoke as if from a dream and followed the dragon group, heading together toward Farwinter.
"Boom!" "Boom!" The dragon group wildly blasted fireballs at the throne again, unable to endure the cold.
The magic dragons formed a triangular shape. Rhaegar rode the Silver Emperor to cover the rear. The purple dragon and black dragon began sweeping the flanks.
If not for the shockwaves of magic and runes, neither the dragon group nor Rhaegar could have withstood such a fierce battle.
Rhaegar saw the dilapidated blue throne and felt a sigh of relief in his heart.
But the joy didn't last long. Rhaegar saw quite a few Others reappear. The Others walked toward the ice throne, kneeling before it one after another.
Azure blue light flowed from the eyes of the Others. The ice throne was actually slowly restoring itself, while the Others, who were expending their lives, shattered one by one like blocks of ice!
Rhaegar's mood grew slightly heavy. He had organized a defense against the god of cold's invasion, but hadn't stopped it completely.
These Others were even more vicious than he had imagined, actually sacrificing their own lives!
..."The plan is half-victory, half-failure!" Rhaegar announced to everyone. "The ice throne is shattered, delaying the god of cold's invasion, but this is temporary. The god of cold's servants, the Others and the wights, will sacrifice themselves to call upon the god of cold again!"
Everyone's expression turned grim. Even with the Winter Wolf Army's arrangements, they had only solved part of the problem.
"Also, how many descendants of the Blood of Heroes are present?" Rhaegar looked at the crowd.
"Me!"
"Me!"
Most lords raised their hands; their bloodlines stretched back to the Age of Heroes or the Age of Gods.
The Baratheon family, House Stark, and even House Tyrell.
"There are too many dead people. I suspect the god of cold is collecting these bloodlines!" Rhaegar delivered a small psychological shock to everyone....
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