Rayder didn't stop his movements. He slowly wiped the blood from his sword and returned it to its sheath, then picked up a can of oil and a torch from nearby.
He walked expressionlessly to Duke Terrence's side and, without hesitation, poured the oil over him.
The oil instantly soaked Duke Terrence's clothes, emitting a pungent odor.
Immediately after, Rayder used the torch to ignite the oil, and roaring flames instantly engulfed Duke Terrence's body.
The scene was instantly enveloped in fire and thick smoke, and everyone watched in astonishment.
Rayder's actions were so resolute, so ruthless, that it couldn't help but inspire fear.
Just for a single sentence, he mercilessly struck down a Duke on the spot, and even immediately burned him to ashes.
This brutal scene made everyone deeply realize Rayder's ruthlessness and decisiveness.
His actions completely exceeded people's expectations, adding to their fear of him.
Rayder scanned the crowd, his voice echoing in the silent air, carrying a hint of majesty and oppression: "Is there anyone else who shares my thoughts? Step forward!"
However, the scene was dead silent; no one dared to respond to Rayder's challenge.
Because everyone knew that Rayder wasn't joking; he would truly draw his sword and cut someone down without hesitation.
The body on the ground, not yet completely burned to ashes, was the most powerful proof.
Everyone's gaze fell, as if by prior agreement, on Viserys, the highest-ranking person present, to see how he would handle it.
As the crown prince and a future king, he should have been the focus of attention, but at this moment, he appeared somewhat awkward and unable to save face.
After all, even after he had spoken, Rayder still acted mercilessly, striking down a Duke with a single sword.
This was undoubtedly a public display of contempt for him, his father-in-law, causing him to lose all dignity and suffer a great humiliation in front of many nobles.
Rhaenyra was also greatly frightened by this sudden scene.
She was still a child and had never witnessed such a bloody and violent sight.
Especially the acrid smell of burning in the air made her feel a wave of nausea, and her body involuntarily trembled.
She could no longer bear it and immediately ran to the wall, prostrating herself on the ground and vomiting uncontrollably, making a terrible mess.
Rhaenys was equally surprised by Rayder's reaction.
The Rayder in her memory, though sometimes showing decisiveness and resolve, was never as ruthless and heartless as he was today.
This stark contrast made her feel a sense of unfamiliarity towards Rayder.
She even began to wonder if the man before her was still the Rayder she had first known.
Viserys hesitated repeatedly, but ultimately decided not to pursue Rayder's actions, as if the incident had never happened, lightly brushing it aside.
The other people present also understood the situation, wisely refraining from mentioning the matter of Rayder going out to negotiate with the Others.
After all, those who could stand here were not fools.
After seeing Rayder's uncompromising attitude, they knew better than to utter another word.
As for Viserys, although he was the Protector of the Realm, with supreme power, he dared not easily deal with Rayder, who possessed three mighty dragons.
One must know that Rayder had just, in his presence, unhesitatingly cut down a Duke!
However, even so, Viserys dared not show the slightest disrespect to Rayder, let alone give him a stern look.
Because he knew very well that if Rayder truly caused trouble, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Without even the Army of Ghouls' attack, Rayder's three fierce dragons alone could easily dismantle The Great Wall.
At that time, everyone would face utter destruction, and no one would be spared.
Such consequences, let alone Viserys, even the entire kingdom, would probably find difficult to bear.
Therefore, Viserys completely abandoned any Luck mentality and began to seriously assign each person their responsible section of the wall.
Among them, the Dragonriders, who possessed dragons, naturally bore the heavy responsibility of confronting the Ice Dragon in the air.
Seeing that everyone had no objection to the task assignments, Viserys finally let out a sigh of relief and dismissed everyone, telling them to return to their posts and make full preparations.
Those who received their tasks also felt as if they had been granted a great pardon, and hurried away, unwilling to stay there for another moment.
Erlad looked around and saw that many nobles had already departed, leaving only a few people on the scene.
He suppressed the anger in his heart, stepped forward, and walked up to Rayder, asking in a low voice: "Rayder, why did you act like this?"
Rayder, seeing this, showed no hint of apology or friendliness, but instead responded with a cold expression:
"The one who just died, he was a vassal of your Stark Family, wasn't he? I'd like to ask, shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation?"
Erlad's anger flared even more upon hearing this, but he still tried to argue: "He merely spoke out of turn, why did you have to be so ruthless?"
However, Rayder remained completely unmoved, his voice growing even colder, carrying an undisguised contempt:
"A fellow who can't even control his own mouth deserves what he got. And, I advise you to watch your words; I am not a patient man."
Facing Rayder's unyielding attitude, Erlad, though furious, was helpless.
He knew very well that the gap in strength between him and Rayder was like heaven and earth.
Not to mention the absurdity of drawing his sword and fighting Rayder to the death, he couldn't even discern the moves and trajectory of Rayder's single sword strike that instantly killed Duke Terrence.
If he were to truly confront Rayder head-on, he probably wouldn't have a single chance of winning.
It was precisely for this reason that when he saw his vassal brutally murdered, despite his simmering resentment, he dared not step forward on the spot.
Because he had no doubt that Rayder would absolutely have the courage to draw his blade against him in broad daylight, and might even mercilessly put him to death.
Outside The Great Wall, the Cold God had been waiting for a considerable amount of time, but had received no response, and its patience was gradually wearing thin.
Finally, the Night King issued the command to attack, an order that seemed like a lightning bolt cutting through the night sky, instantly making the entire scene tense.
Upon receiving the command, the Night King unhesitatingly raised his right hand and waved it. The Army of Ghouls, like a well-trained army, swiftly and orderly moved to both sides, clearing a wide path.
This path led straight ahead, where tens of thousands of wildlings, driven there, stood in terror, their fate seemingly sealed at that moment.
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