Should he help Im upgrade now? This question constantly revolved in his mind.
Recalling the scene when Aegon was implanted with the Titan Bloodline, Rayder couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
During that upgrade process, Aegon fell into a rather long period of slumber, completely losing his ability to protect himself.
And now, will the Army of Ghouls attack again? This was also a factor that greatly worried him.
After all, during the time the dragon was dormant, it would become extremely vulnerable, unable to escape or engage in aerial combat, essentially a living target.
Once attacked by an enemy, the consequences would be unimaginable, and they would likely fall into an extremely passive situation.
After much deliberation, Rayder ultimately dared not take the risk easily. He shook his head, deciding to temporarily abandon the idea.
His gaze shifted to the numerous foods provided by Erlad, and Rayder's heart stirred.
Since that was the case, why not let the three dragons enjoy these delicacies to their heart's content?
Anyway, these foods were all generously provided by the Northern Lords, so there was no need to save them.
So, Rayder waved his hand, signaling the three dragons could eat their fill.
Watching the dragons joyfully devour the food, Rayder's mood also relaxed a little.
Just then, two enormous figures suddenly appeared in the distant sky, like two burning meteors, streaking across the sky and rushing straight towards Castle Black.
Rayder, who was feeding his three great dragons, initially did not notice this unusual movement.
However, the massive bodies of the great dragons were so conspicuous in the sky that the soldiers standing on the watchtower almost instantly noticed these unexpected visitors.
The soldiers blew their horns without hesitation, and the sharp sound echoed within Castle Black, causing a stir.
People stopped what they were doing and looked up at the distant sky.
When they clearly saw that the two figures were indeed great dragons, their previously tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
After all, such powerful creatures had never appeared in the ranks of the Army of Ghouls.
The two great dragons slowly landed on the open ground outside Castle Black, stirring up a gust of wind that made the surrounding trees rustle.
Daemon and Rhaenys, who had already recognized the two great dragons as Silverwing and Syrax, rushed forward to meet them.
Even the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch personally came out to greet these two distinguished guests.
And those Northern Nobles who had already arrived at Castle Black naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, following closely behind to pay their respects to these two legendary Dragon Riders.
However, Rayder chose to stay put and did not join the excitement like the others.
After all, his relationship with the Targaryen Family could hardly be called friendly.
Joining this excitement, for him, was not only meaningless but might also bring him some unnecessary trouble.
However, sometimes, trouble does not disappear just because you avoid it.
Just like now, even though Rayder deliberately kept his distance from the excitement, trouble seemed to have its own ideas, actively seeking him out, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Viserys, leading his beautiful daughter Rhaenyra, came uninvited, like a group of unwelcome guests.
And closely following them were Daemon and Rhaenys.
Rayder looked closely, the posture of these four was exactly like someone looking for trouble.
He couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, having no interest in these few people at all, so he simply ignored them.
Rayder's utterly unsparing behavior obviously displeased Rhaenyra, who had never dealt with him before.
After all, with her young and pampered nature, how could she endure such a cold reception? So, she immediately frowned and angrily scolded:
"You fellow, how can you be so ill-mannered? Don't you see our distinguished presence?"
Rayder heard this, and with a helpless expression, turned his head to look at Rhaenyra, who was young but already showed the potential of a beauty, and slowly said:
"Seeing the esteemed Dragon Lord Family, and not knowing to bow, you are already impolite. And your current rude words and actions are even more uncultured."
His words were unhurried, yet his expression clearly showed disdain for Rhaenyra, and his cold, aloof attitude was almost palpable.
Rayder's words and attitude made several people, led by Viserys, very angry.
The various courtesies and polite words they had prepared were now stuck in their throats as if blocked by something, unable to be uttered.
Viserys thought to himself, such arrogant and rude behavior, he had never encountered it in his life.
Since he was born, no one had ever dared to treat him like this.
However, he still suppressed the anger in his heart, trying to maintain his noble pride, and said to Rayder:
"As long as you are willing to marry my daughter Rhaenyra, I will bestow upon you the title of King of the North in the name of the King."
Rayder obviously did not expect Viserys to be so generous, and he was a little surprised.
But soon, a sly smile appeared on his face, and then he leisurely said:
"Oh? King of the North? I'm no longer interested in that title. I'm more interested in Dragonstone."
The meaning in his words was obvious: he wanted to exchange marriage for ownership of Dragonstone.
Viserys immediately felt his bottom line being trampled upon by Rayder again and again.
Because Dragonstone, for the Targaryen Family, was not just an ordinary island; it also held extremely important symbolic significance and could never be easily given to Rayder.
Viserys's tone also became gloomy, and he coldly said, "You should know that this is absolutely impossible."
Rayder's attitude towards Viserys and the others was exceptionally cold, completely disregarding their already clearly unfriendly expressions. Instead, he stared at them intently, saying without backing down:
"Nothing is absolutely impossible! Now you are asking something of me, not the other way around. So, the price is naturally set by me, and you only have to accept it!"
Daemon could no longer tolerate Rayder's aggressive attitude. His face instantly turned extremely gloomy, and he coldly retorted:
"Do you really want to perish with us?"
Rayder, however, just gave a mocking laugh and disdainfully replied:
"If it were when I first arrived in Westeros, you might still have the qualifications to perish with me. But now, you are not worthy!"
Viserys's words also gradually hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "We have more than a dozen great dragons, an absolute advantage in numbers!"
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