Seeing Daemon in danger, she immediately ordered Red Queen Meleys to advance and intercept him.
At the same time, she shouted at Rayder, telling him to quickly order his dragon to stop.
However, Rayder seemed to ignore Rhaenys's shouts, completely indifferent.
Rhaenys was filled with conflict and helplessness; she truly didn't want to act against Daemon, but the current situation left her with no choice.
Although her relationship with Daemon was at its worst, they were, after all, of the same surname and kin.
She couldn't just stand by and watch Daemon be brutally killed by Rayder's dragon right in front of her, doing nothing.
After an internal struggle, Rhaenys finally made up her mind.
She took a deep breath, then shouted with all her might: "Dracarys!"
This was her command to Red Queen Meleys, meaning for it to breathe out raging Dragon Flame.
Red Queen Meleys immediately understood her master's intention.
It opened its massive dragon maw, and a scorching flame erupted like a volcanic explosion, shooting directly towards Rayder and his dragon.
However, just then, Rayder noticed Rhaenys and her dragon's movements.
He reacted quickly, commanding Ghidorah to change the direction of the gravity ray, which was originally aimed at Daemon, and target Red Queen Meleys instead.
Ghidorah's gravity ray was incredibly powerful, but this time, the effect greatly disappointed Rayder.
Although the golden lightning pierced through the Dragon Flame, the scattered Dragon Flame did not cause any harm to Ghidorah or Rayder.
Red Queen Meleys instinctively tried to evade the golden lightning attack, but its speed was a little too slow.
The lightning struck its right neck and body, instantly eroding a large area of flesh and dragon scales there.
With a mournful wail, Red Queen Meleys crashed down.
A large amount of high-temperature dragon blood gushed out like a broken dam, splattering on the ground, forming a shocking crimson pool.
Rayder suddenly turned his head, his gaze like a torch, fixed on Daemon.
However, in the blink of an eye, Daemon was already closely guarded by numerous soldiers, like an unbreakable fortress.
Not only that, many members of the Night's Watch on The Great Wall also moved swiftly, unhesitatingly turning the formidable dragon-shooting ballistas.
The sharp crossbow bolts, like the eyes of death, were aimed squarely at Rayder.
It was clear that if the Commander-in-Chief gave the order, these crossbow bolts would rain down, powerful enough to pierce steel, let alone Rayder's flesh and blood.
At this moment, a large number of Northern soldiers also surged forward like a tide, quickly forming a huge encirclement, trapping Rayder within it.
They held powerful bows and crossbows, their arrowheads gleaming with cold light, all aimed at Rayder, waiting for a single command to shoot him into a porcupine.
In this tense standoff, Erlad Stark slowly walked out from the human wall of soldiers.
His expression was solemn as he shouted loudly at Rayder on the dragon's back: "Stop, Rayder! Fighting further is meaningless!"
Rayder's face instantly turned extremely grim; he glared at Erlad and snorted coldly: "Erlad, are you trying to play favorites here?"
His voice was cold and hostile, clearly showing his extreme displeasure at Erlad's intervention.
Erlad naturally knew that stepping forward now would inevitably incur Rayder's resentment, but he had no choice.
After all, the Others' army had just retreated, and no one could be sure if they would return.
At this critical moment, every dragon represented crucial combat power, and not the slightest loss could be afforded.
Erlad took a deep breath and said with a stiff upper lip: "Now, the Others are the enemy we all need to face. Minor grievances and unpleasantness can be set aside for now.
After we confirm that the Others will not invade again, we can discuss how to deal with these issues, how about that?"
However, Rayder was furious; he widened his eyes and roared angrily:
"Daemon attacked me, and you think you can just gloss over it with a few words?
Who gave you such audacity? Get out of my way and stop interfering!"
His words and tone were merciless, leaving Erlad no face at all.
Erlad looked at the approaching dragon, its massive body exuding a fearsome aura.
Especially the golden lightning, shimmering within the dragon's body, as if it could be spat out at any moment.
Although Erlad's back was drenched in cold sweat, he still stood firm, refusing to retreat a single step.
He looked up, meeting Rayder's gaze, and said fearlessly:
"If your impulsive actions lead to the Others breaking through The Great Wall and sweeping across the entire continent of Westeros, then countless lives will be devastated.
At that time, you will become the sinner of this continent, the public enemy of all in the Seven Kingdoms.
So, please don't act on impulse; think calmly!"
Upon hearing these words, although Rayder was still indignant, he also understood that Erlad's words were not without reason.
After all, he didn't want his reputation to become so tarnished, becoming an object of scorn.
So, he hesitated for a moment and finally had Ghidorah stop.
Rayder's voice gradually returned to calm, and he slowly said:
"You don't really think I'll just let him go like this, do you?
Without any benefits, how could I possibly let it go?"
Erlad knew very well that although he had successfully persuaded Rayder, if he didn't give him a way to save face, the other party would surely feel utterly humiliated.
Erlad quickly turned his head, his gaze falling on Daemon, pausing for a moment, and then he spoke: "Daemon will be willing to offer compensation."
Upon hearing the word "compensation," Rayder's eyes immediately lit up; he leaped off the dragon's back and strode to Erlad, staring at him and saying:
"Empty words mean nothing; don't take me for a fool!"
Just then, Daemon, not far away, forcefully pushed aside the soldiers blocking his way and walked directly towards them.
He stood firmly to Erlad's left, then looked directly at Rayder and said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"
As he spoke, his right hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of his sword, clearly ready to draw it at any moment.
Rayder naturally noticed Daemon's small movement; he immediately raised his guard, also placing his hand on his own sword hilt, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
He knew very well that in this situation, a slight oversight could lead to a great loss, so he had to remain highly vigilant and absolutely not stumble in the gutter.
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