Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 106 Yege Island Naval Port

At the seaside, the wind whistles and the waves beat against the rocks.

Gavin found an empty beach, placed the wildfire can on the ground, unscrewed the lid, and the two of them quickly moved away.

Cobain watched nervously from the side, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Gavin took a deep breath and prepared to light the wildfire.

Gavin raised his hand, and a ball of blazing flames flew out quickly, like an arrow from a bow, rushing towards the wildfire can in the distance. In an instant, the wildfire can was ignited, and with a loud "bang", the can exploded instantly. In an instant, green flames gushed out like a demon, spreading wildly, and the small can of wildfire actually covered an area of ​​more than ten square meters.

The flames burned fiercely, making crackling sounds, as if they were going to devour everything around them. Gavin's mind moved, and he began to control the flames. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were focused and sharp. As he controlled it, the flames seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, and began to explode more violently, and the range continued to expand. The originally raging flames seemed to be given life, becoming more ferocious and violent.

Seeing this amazing effect, Gavin laughed, his smile full of pride and excitement. He turned to Cobain, who was already dumbfounded, and asked, "How many cans of Wildfire do we have now?"

Coben finally recovered from his shock and stammered, "Sir, there are probably hundreds of cans at present."

After hearing this, he immediately said: "Order some more wildfires, the more the better."

Coben quickly responded, "As you wish, sir. However, the transportation of wildfire is quite dangerous. The alchemists must be extra careful during the transportation process and not transport too much at a time."

Gavin nodded seriously and said, "Send more ships and remember to pay attention to safety during transportation."

After saying that, Gavin looked at the still burning wildfire again, his eyes full of anticipation, as if he had already seen the scene of defeating the enemy with this powerful wildfire.

Lys is one of the nine free trade cities, located on the southern coast of Essos, southeast of Tyrosh and west of Volantis.

It spans three islands and part of the coastal area of ​​Essos. It has a cool climate, abundant sunshine, fertile land, abundant palm and fruit tree vegetation, turquoise ocean, and abundant fish.

Lys was a city built on a rock, located on the island of Lys, and was ruled by a council of governors, who were chosen from among the wealthiest men in the city.

Governor Byron Haywood was born in poverty, and he did whatever it took to get rich. He was ruthless and initially colluded with pirates, using the pirates' power to gain population and accumulate original capital. In the slave trade, he used all cruel means to suppress his opponents without mercy.

With this, his wealth increased dramatically. He not only expanded the scale of slave trading, but also got involved in training management, and his business became more and more prosperous. In the end, he was elected Governor of Rees with his amazing wealth, but his ruthless style never changed.

Since Lys is mainly composed of islands, its navy is the strongest among the three daughter kingdoms. It has three ports and 92 warships, including 26 sailing warships. In addition to the regular soldiers on land, there are more than mercenaries. Although Yege Island is the smallest of the three islands in Lys, it has an extremely important position. The port on the island is the only military port in Lys, and there are two large shipyards. Since the Sann family joined Lys, they have also stopped docking their warships here. There is a military camp very close to the port to ensure that soldiers can board the ship quickly at any time.

The island is covered with green trees and rolling mountains. Under the moonlight, the outlines are clear and mysterious. The hillsides are covered with dense vegetation, and the sea breeze blows gently, making branches and leaves sway and rustle.

The tranquility of the night enveloped the land, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

The harbor was another lively scene, with 70 warships neatly moored in the harbor, creating a spectacular sight.

The 40 warships of the Sann family were in varying conditions. Some were brand new and sturdy, while others looked old and some were even refitted from merchant ships. The hulls of these warships were covered with traces of battle, as if telling of the fierce battles that had taken place there.

Their bows have different shapes, some are sharp, some are slightly blunt, and the ballistae on the deck are also different, with different sizes and models.

In stark contrast are the 30 warships of the Lys fleet, including 10 huge sailing warships, with huge sails on towering masts faintly visible in the moonlight. These sailing warships are magnificent, with solid hulls and exquisite decorations, showing the strong strength and exquisite craftsmanship of Lys.

The remaining 20 or so ships were long ships with outstanding speed. Although they were shorter, they were smooth in shape, exquisitely designed, and incredibly fast. Their sidewalls were lower, making it easier for them to move flexibly during battles.

The sea breeze gently blew across the naval port, and the warships swayed slightly with the waves. The ropes rubbed against each other, making a slight creaking sound, as if these warships were talking in their sleep. The moonlight sprinkled on the water, forming patches of silver light, jumping and flickering with the ups and downs of the waves. The entire naval port was immersed in a tense and peaceful atmosphere. These warships seemed to be waiting for an order, and then they would rush to the battlefield like an arrow from a bow, showing their great strength and fearless courage.

Under the deep night, the sea was like an endless black silk, undulating slightly. A bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool light, illuminating this turbulent world. A standard warship flying the flag of Rees slowly sailed towards the military port of Night Song Island.

The warship looked shaky in the moonlight. The planks of the hull were broken in many places. Although it had been simply repaired, many broken parts were still clearly visible. A huge hole appeared at the stern, as if it had been hit hard by a sharp ram. Several holes were made on one side of the ship by the enemy's crossbow, and the edges were jagged.

The statue on the bow was incomplete, having lost its former majesty and grace. The sail was badly damaged, riddled with holes from arrows, and it was almost impossible to move forward with the wind.

The deck of the warship was crisscrossed with deep knife and sword scars. Although the blood had been washed away by the sea, the cruelty of the battle was still vivid. Although the warship did not sink, it was no longer glorious.

Yet the masts of the warships still stood tall, and the flags of Lys fluttered in the night breeze.

At this moment, a sailor on the deck held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes dull, and mechanically adjusted the direction according to the rhythm of the waves. His movements were stiff, as if driven by some invisible force. Another sailor was at the stern, pulling the ropes and controlling the sails with an expressionless face. They were silent, with only the whistling of the sea wind and the slapping of the waves filling the surroundings.

(End of this chapter)