Suddenly, a thought flashed through Redd's mind - he had been lacking a handy weapon that could effectively deal with Wights and Night's King.
At this moment, his eyes happened to fall on the Dark Sister on Daemon's waist.
This is an extremely rare Valyrian steel sword!
Redd stared at Daemon with burning eyes, making no secret of his desire for the sword. His voice was low and firm. "Give me the sword on your waist."
Daemon heard this, his face instantly turned gloomy, he held the hilt of the sword tightly and refused without hesitation. "This is absolutely impossible!"
Redd A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain and ridicule. "Oh? Really? Then you can die now. After all, if you die, this sword will naturally be mine."
Daemon's heart tightened, and he noticed that the dragon behind Redd slowly moved forward a few steps, and the distance between the two sides was less than three meters.
This means that as long as Redd gives the order, the ferocious dragon can tear the two of them to pieces in an instant.
This feeling made both Daemon and Elad feel extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on them, making them almost breathless.
Daemon's hand was shaking slightly due to excessive force. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, as if it was the last straw of his life. "Don't you dare kill me."
Redd's laughter became louder, full of contempt for Daemon: "Haha, really? Then you can take a bet and see if I dare.
Anyway, the bet is your life, it has nothing to do with me. I'll count to three, and when I'm done, if you still don't give me the sword, then don't blame me for being rude."
Redd's voice echoed in the air, and every word struck Daemon and Elad's hearts like a heavy hammer.
Their heartbeats accelerated rapidly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Redd starts counting down. "Three..."
His voice was not loud, but it was like thunder exploding in the ears of Daemon and Elad, causing their bodies to tremble violently.
"Two..."
The countdown of Redd continued, and every number was like a sharp sword, piercing Daemon's heart.
Daemon's face became as pale as paper, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He knew that if he did not make a decision, both he and Elad would die.
Just when Redd was about to shout "one", King Ghidorah's dragon mouth suddenly opened, and lightning flashed in it, as if it would spurt out at any time.
Daemon's inner defense finally collapsed at this moment. He let go of the hilt of the sword in despair and handed the sword to Redd.
Redd raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. He took the sword unceremoniously and said to Daemon with a sneer:
"Haha, it seems you are the real coward, Daemon!"
Daemon's face instantly became extremely gloomy. He stared at Redd with anger flashing in his eyes, but he suppressed the attack.
After a while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth. "Is it okay now?"
Redd turned a blind eye to Daemon's reaction. He slowly pulled out the Valyrian steel sword named "Dark Sister" in his hand.
The blade of this sword is slender and looks unusually light.
Redd waved it twice casually, feeling that the trajectory it traced through the air was a little light, as if it didn't have much weight.
However, when he thought that this sword was originally made for women, his doubts immediately dissipated.
After all, women are usually less powerful than men, so the weight of this sword will naturally be relatively light.
The sword in Redd's hand quickly turned in the air. In an instant, the tip of the sword hit Daemon's chest like lightning.
This series of movements was so fast that Elad had no time to react.
When he came to his senses, his heartbeat was already in his throat, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Elad looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He knew that if Daemon died here, then they House Stark might also fall into a situation of no return.
So, he hurriedly shouted, "Redd, don't mess around!"
His voice was trembling because of nervousness, and the sweat on his forehead was flowing down like a flood from a dam.
However, Redd didn't seem to take Elad's words to heart at all.
He didn't even look at Elad, he just stared at Daemon closely and warned, "Be careful what you say in the future, otherwise, you should be very clear about the consequences."
After saying that, he flicked his wrist and put the sword into its sheath. The whole movement was done in one go, without any sloppiness.
Then, Redd turned around and said to Elad: "Why, aren't you going to arrange a place for me? Or do you want me to leave here now?"
Although his tone was calm, the threat in it was obvious.
Elard sighed helplessly, knowing that he had no other choice now.
So, he had to smile bitterly and said to Redd, "Castle Black has prepared a room for you, please come with me."
Redd turned around and left with his dragon and Elad, walking further and further away until they disappeared from sight.
Their destination is Castle Black not far from the Wall, which is a mysterious and unknown place.
Daemon stood there, motionless, as if he was frozen by an invisible force.
His eyes were fixed on the direction Redd was leaving, and he felt an indescribable sense of humiliation in his heart.
He felt like an abandoned child, helpless and helpless.
This feeling made him so angry that he clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.
He couldn't help but ask himself, is it really because his dragon is not strong enough?
Or is this just an excuse, and the real reason is that he doesn't have enough strength?
It is not that he has never tried to tame the second dragon. In fact, he has tried many times, but failed every time.
He was unable to establish a spiritual connection with the second dragon, let alone tame it to fight for himself.
This made him feel extremely frustrated, as if he could never break through this bottleneck.
Just when Daemon was still immersed in anger and self-doubt, Rhaenys slowly walked over.
Her steps were light and graceful, but her tone was not friendly. "You are too impulsive, Daemon."
Daemon turned his head suddenly and glared at Rhaenys, his voice became hoarse due to anger:
"Didn't you notice? One of his dragons has changed, becoming bigger and stronger! He is the biggest threat to the kingdom!"
Rhaenys was not frightened by Daemon's roar. She looked at him without flinching and retorted:
"Calm down, Daemon! The dragon can only bring destruction, but cannot maintain the rule of the kingdom.
We must now actively accumulate strength instead of angering him and completely falling out with him."