Rayder witnessed this scene, and a sense of worry for Viserys and the others welled up in his heart.
He didn't want to see them die so soon; after all, they hadn't even passed this hurdle yet.
Thus, he unhesitatingly adjusted his shooting direction, aiming at the battle happening over there.
However, due to the extreme distance, although Rayder's arrows shot out like rain, they failed to have a substantial impact on the battle.
Despite this, he did not give up, continuously adjusting his angle and force, trying to find a way to pose a threat to the enemy.
Just as Rayder was hesitating, considering whether to send his own dragon to assist, a sudden change quietly occurred within the Army of Ghouls.
The Cold God and the Night King, hidden deep within the Army of Ghouls, finally couldn't hold back and made their move!
They leaped up like specters from behind the Army of Ghouls, clutching two Mystic Ice Spears in their hands, which they hurled like lightning bolts directly at the giant dragons fiercely fighting in the sky.
The first person to notice this change was Rayder, who stood on the city wall, intently watching the giant dragons battling in the sky.
However, despite his quick reaction and desire to shout a warning, it was already too late.
Because everything happened too fast, there was no time for him to take any effective countermeasures.
Watching the Mystic Ice Spears fly rapidly like meteors, Rayder was burning with anxiety.
In this critical moment, he unhesitatingly drew his bow quickly, concentrating all his strength onto the arrow.
With his movement, a powerful airflow, like a whirlwind, tightly enveloped the arrowhead, as if to transform the arrow into an incredibly powerful projectile.
Rayder's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed firmly on the Mystic Ice Spear flying closest to him.
His hand trembled slightly, the bowstring was instantly pulled to its limit, and then, he released his hand, and the arrow, enveloped in immense wind pressure, shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, speeding away at an astonishing velocity.
The arrow traced a lightning-like trajectory through the air, its speed astonishing.
It was like a burning meteor, hurtling directly towards the foremost Mystic Ice Spear.
In an instant, the arrow and the spear collided with a thunderous roar in the air.
The force of this impact was so immense that the Mystic Ice Spear instantly exploded, countless fragments of Mystic Ice scattering like a shower of petals.
However, this was not the end. The powerful airflow carried by the arrow, like surging waves, repelled all these shattered Mystic Ice fragments, sending them flying in all directions.
And the second Mystic Ice Spear, although affected by this powerful airflow and slightly deviated, still maintained its extreme speed, ultimately successfully piercing Syrax's right wing, tearing a huge gash in its tough dragon wing.
Syrax's dragon wing suffered a heavy blow, instantly losing balance, making its flight posture extremely difficult, as if it could fall at any moment.
Just at this critical juncture, the Ice Dragon mercilessly seized this excellent opportunity, violently swinging its massive dragon tail, striking Syrax's abdomen like lightning.
This blow was incredibly powerful; Syrax was struck and sent flying like a kite with a broken string, plummeting directly towards the ground.
Viserys and Daemon had not anticipated such a sudden turn of events; they watched Syrax's retreating figure in horror, burning with anxiety and grief-stricken.
Both of them simultaneously let out heart-wrenching cries, hoarsely shouting Rhaenyra's name, their voices filled with despair and sorrow.
Their expressions were incredibly tragic, moving anyone who saw them, and even Rayder on the city wall was touched by their performance, secretly sighing:
"These two could win an Oscar!"
However, just as Rayder was immersed in his admiration for Viserys and Daemon's brilliant performance, he suddenly realized a problem—Rhaenyra was still his fiancée!
So, in this situation, shouldn't he also show some sorrow?
Rayder began to consider how to make his performance more convincing.
He pondered whether to first cultivate some emotion, recalling some sad past events, to make his expression seem more appropriate.
Just as he was deep in thought, Rhaenys, not far away, suddenly roared, "What are you dawdling for? Go help now!"
Rayder's thoughts were interrupted by this sudden roar, and he almost instinctively retorted, "Why don't you go?"
Upon hearing this, Rhaenys immediately flew into a rage; she shrieked almost frantically, "Don't you know the condition of my dragon? If I could go, I would have gone already!"
Rayder's eardrums hurt from Rhaenys's roar, and only then did he suddenly remember that Meleys had been struck by Ghidorah's Gravity Beam earlier and was now lying on the icy ground, barely alive, her fate unknown!
However, Rayder did not want to take the blame.
At this moment, Rayder was more concerned with how Rhaenyra's death would affect him.
As for any feelings towards this fiancée, that was purely nonsense.
Marriages among nobles, before they are officially wed and become an exchange of interests, are like fragile bubbles, easily burst.
Who would truly care about the other's life or death?
Not to mention Rhaenyra's later problematic actions in the original story; from these, one could see exactly what kind of person she was.
To save her, to run out and be a live target for the Cold God—even if Rayder's brain was missing a screw, he would absolutely not do such a thing.
So, he could only brazenly say, "Don't worry, even if she dies, she will forever remain in my heart."
However, Rayder's evasiveness was so obvious, how could Rhaenys not hear it?
She was practically driven mad; clearly abandoning someone to die, yet still managing to speak so righteously!
Rhaenys's face was full of fury; she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, pulled it out with a snap, and the cold, gleaming blade instantly left its scabbard.
Her eyes wide with rage, she stared fixedly at Rayder and sharply demanded, "Tell me, what conditions will it take for you to go?"
Her voice revealed a hint of despair and determination, as if she had reached the limit of her patience.
At the same time, the guards behind Rhaenys also moved swiftly.
They held their weapons, moving lightly and steadily forward, gradually surrounding Rayder.
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