Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 300 Naval Battle
The huge pustule of the tentacle was right in front of him. A corner of Paxter's orange-yellow hair was torn off in the fight just now. The bloody skin was peeled off behind his head. He fell to the ground and watched the tentacles approaching him.

"Count!" With a shout, the servant rushed over with a sword in his hand and slashed at the outstretched tentacles. The sticky blood bubbles burst and the pus that had been dormant on the seabed for who knows how many years splashed onto the servant's face. The temperature was extremely high and it surged up like boiling steam. Instantly, the servant's face turned red. He dropped the sword in pain, covering his face and tearing his throat.

Another tentacle came over and the servant's body was covered by it.

The whole process took no more than a few tens of seconds. When Paxter struggled to stand up, he saw that the guards of the Redwyne family around him were hit by the sudden explosion of pus one by one, and then crushed by the heavy tentacles.

He picked up his sword and ran back, shouting: "Don't panic, use arrows and fire! Burn these sea monsters to death!"

But the herald's mouth and head had been crushed by the entangled tentacles, and the hull of the warship was also breaking apart bit by bit.

"Count! Go quickly and leave in a small boat!" An oarsman ran over and smashed the tip of his shield against a small tentacle that was still growing on the deck. This was the tentacle that had just been cut off by the guards.

Paxter turned his head to look at the other side of the ship. Redwyne's sailors were using torches to disperse the tentacles extending from the sea. The scorching flames even burned a tail that was still jumping around. It lost its life little by little under Paxter's eyes, stuck to the deck of the ship, fluttered a few times, and completely stopped moving.

"Let's go," he choked, coughing several times, "Burn the boat! Burn the boat! Quick!"

The Redwyne fleet was still in chaos, but the loyal guards were still carrying out the Earl's orders. Dozens of guards held torches and burned the masts and cabins, burning all the hidden supplies. Whether they were afraid of the flames or because they were too weak, except for a few large tentacles clinging to the left side of the hull, the countless small tentacles extending to the deck retreated and fled below the sea.

Paxter got on the boat, and the rowing officer who still had enough strength quickly paddled, using the power of the boat to slide desperately to the rear of the fleet.

The Count waved his hands quickly. "You!" He shouted to his guards, "Run quickly! Run to the Harvest!"

"Yes!" After executing the order, the guards certainly did not forget to escape. Holding swords, they threw the extra armor and helmets into the sea. Some smart ones even skinned open the bodies of the sailors and oarsmen and threw their intestines and flesh into the sea, hoping to numb the existence on the seabed with the smell of blood and wait for an opportunity to escape.

Paxter took off his half helmet, looked at the funny grape vine pattern on it, threw it into the sea, leaned his head against the plank, watched his warship engulfed in flames, watched the dark blue battle flag being destroyed by his own hands.

"Once we return to the Harvest, we must return to the Arbor immediately, Greyjoy, hahaha," he sneered, and the salty taste of the sea water could not cover up the bitterness in his heart. "I didn't expect to be waiting for me here. This group of sea monsters are really, really a group of Greyjoys." Paxter clenched his fists and punched his chest over and over again, as if he wanted to beat himself to death.

"It's okay," Paxter seemed to be cheering himself up. He looked at the fleet in front of him who were at a loss in panic, and even fired crossbows randomly to hit their own warships. In his heart, he was glad that he didn't lose his mind and use crossbows and catapults to kill each other. "The soldiers just didn't see it before, so they suddenly lost their composure. Don't blame yourself," he said to himself, "As long as, as long as I return to the Harvest, command the army back, use the castle and knights to fight against these crazy people, and unite with Oldtown, it will be."

As he was muttering to himself, he looked up and saw the rowing officer standing there in a daze, his hands trembling. He no longer rowed, but stared blankly at the sea.

No, it's the seabed.
Paxter looked over and saw that below the boat, through his own reflection on the sea surface, a huge flower with ten petals was blooming on the seabed. If he counted carefully, he could see that countless petals were growing and struggling underneath the ten thickest petals.

The flower bloomed on the seabed, revealing a huge suction mouth, like a dragon's bloody mouth, aimed at Paxter's face.

"No," he said lightly.

"Puff! Boom!~"

Huge splashes of water emerged from the bottom of the boat, and Paxter was suddenly suspended in the air. Ten huge tentacles broke through the sea surface. In just a moment, without even hearing the cries for help from the earl and the oarsman, it sank to the bottom of the sea with the boat and returned to silence.

Only the ripples showed that there had been waves here, but the traces were fleeting. "The dead never die," Euron stared at the face of Aeron's corpse, pale and powerless. He reached out and put his hand on the bow of the Serenity, "Follow the ancient path, in the name of your king, fill this sea with the blood of these stupid pigs in the river!"

“Kill!!!~”

There were bursts of killing shouts above the Iron Fleet. Long ships came out, followed by large ships. The entire Iron Fleet rushed towards the Qingting Island Fleet, which was in chaos without being attacked.

"Black wings, black news." Belle stood at the window, looking up at the sky anxiously.

Gunthor disagreed. "I have seen the size of Lord Paxter's fleet. It far exceeds the number of Euron Greyjoy's large ships. The Ironborn prefer to use longships to fight. The tactic of going deep inland along the river is indeed well used, but in the deep sea, the bigger the warship, the better!"

"That's right." Garce also agreed. It was a rare time that the two brothers agreed on an issue. They looked at each other and smiled.

Baelor Hightower managed a weak smile. "I hope so."

The scholar stumbled and knocked over the maid's wine tray, climbed over the pork slices dropped by the cook, pushed aside the guards who were in the way, and used his thin body to push the door open, shouting loudly: "Lord Beile, Lord Beile, Beile."

"what happened?"

The maester took a deep breath, not caring why he had lost his manners in front of the earl's heir, and pulled out a letter from his sleeve. "News from Qingting Island: The Ironmen have landed and occupied the port."

"What?!" Before Beile could react, Gars slammed the board angrily, "How is it possible? How could the Ironmen suddenly run from the Shield Islands to our waters and land on the Qingting Island? Are you kidding me, huh?"

Belle signaled to Gunthor with his eyes, and the latter quickly stepped forward to stop Garce, "Calm down!"

The Hightower heir looked to the maester. "Give me the letter."

He took the letter, read it carefully, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

When he closed the envelope, Belle had turned pale.

"What's going on? Tell us," Garth asked hastily. "Is it a mistake? This must be false information. It must be a conspiracy of the iron race. This bastard of pirates and sea monsters likes these eunuchs' tricks."

"The letter said," Beile swallowed, "Qingting Island and our fleet..." He hesitated and opened his mouth again and again in front of his two younger brothers.

Gunthor clenched his fists and tensed up nervously, "Tell us, what happened to the combined fleet?"

"completely annihilated."

(End of this chapter)