Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 135: Annihilation

"Ding" With a crisp sound of metal colliding, the crossbow arrow was bounced away by the high-speed moving Chiying. The scales on the injured part of the dragon were shattered, and a hideous blood hole appeared on its body. The hot dragon blood kept flowing out, and the pain made it roar angrily.

It immediately fell to the ground and began to madly spit dragon flames all around. The nearby buildings were instantly destroyed by the dragon flames. Some soldiers who were closer had to crawl to escape from the violent dragon.

Obviously, the Tyroshi side did not expect that the dragon would attack them on the ground. Most of the dragon hunting crossbows were blocked by buildings, but some of them still successfully hit the Blazing Shadow, but they did not hit the vital points.

The pain caused by countless attacks made Chiying angry and irritated. It relied on its strong defense to take off again. As soon as it took off, countless crossbows attacked. Gavin sensed Chiying's condition and immediately ordered it to use Fire Bath.

The temperature around the Blazing Shadow rose rapidly, and there was a faint glow of fire in the gaps between its scales. Several wounds on its body directly sprayed out blazing flames. Soon, its flesh and blood turned into flames at a speed visible to the naked eye. The crossbow arrows piercing its body were melted by the high temperature, and some of the crossbow arrows shot at it also instantly turned into molten iron.

A dragon-shaped flame flew at high speed towards the warships in the harbor at a low altitude, and everything along the way was mercilessly ignited. Some soldiers who saw such a miracle could not help but kneel down and pray to the gods, thinking that they had angered the gods, and even stopped the attack of the dragon hunting crossbows.

The flames formed by the Blazing Shadow kept hitting the warships docked at the port, and after igniting more than ten ships in a row, it stopped due to the intense consumption of magic power. The dragon-shaped flame immediately flew towards Gavin and turned into flesh and blood again on the way. When the Blazing Shadow flew back to the sky above the Belleris, all the injuries it had suffered before had disappeared.

Blazing Shadow staggered onto the Belleris, then collapsed on the deck, gasping for breath, his huge wings trembling slightly, obviously no longer able to fly.

Seeing this, Gavin ordered the Belleris to retreat without hesitation to prevent the Blazing Shadow from being hit by the boulders thrown by the enemy. Even though there were only a few boulders thrown at this time, the attack just now was already a bit risky. Gavin knew that even if he lost all his fleets, he would never lose the Blazing Shadow, because he knew that only the dragon was the foundation of everything he had.

The sky was slightly bright, and all the Tyroshi warships that were staying in the port had been destroyed. Broken planks and charred wreckage floated on the sea, and thick black smoke rose to the sky. The port fell into chaos, with the groans of the wounded and the shouts of panic intertwined.

When Lord Theron arrived at the port, Gavin's fleet had already left, and before leaving, they burned most of the merchant ships in the shipyard and two other ports. At this time, Tyrosh had completely lost the ability to go out to sea to fight. Fortunately, many merchant ships survived and were not completely cut off from the outside world.

Lord Theron looked at the devastated port, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. Anger burned in his heart, and he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. The sea breeze whistled past, bringing endless bitterness and sadness.

The surviving merchants gathered together, their faces filled with fear and despair. They had lost a large amount of goods and ships, and the loss of property made them feel heartbroken. They all ran to the palace of the Grand Lord to petition. In desperation, Theron could only choose to appease them. Although he had stored enough food in the city early on, other supplies could only be provided by these merchants.

While he was busy discussing compensation plans with the merchants, Jorah Mormont had already led an army of 5,000 people onto the land of Essos and quickly seized a dock as soon as he landed.

Then the 5,000-man army was divided into three groups and rushed to the surrounding towns and villages. Several towns and villages were quickly captured and all the food and treasures were looted. The slave owners trembled in fear. Their slaves were all taken away to help the invaders carry supplies. The slave owners who lost their guards could not resist the surging tide of invasion and could only watch. Any slave owner who did not cooperate was killed. The mercenaries, who had poor military discipline, not only looted everything, but also set the slave owners' homes on fire.

Blood flowed freely on the land, gathering into scarlet streams, dyeing the earth red. The mercenaries seemed like ruthless war machines, driven by desire and ambition, tirelessly killing.

The scene was even more chaotic when the shipyard was captured. The craftsmen were dragged roughly, surrounded by soldiers with swords, their faces full of fear and despair.

The wood that could not be taken away was burned in the blazing fire. The flames shot up into the sky, devouring everything crazily. The scorching heat made the air distorted, and billowing black smoke filled the sky, as if it was the painful wail of the land. The fire crackled and burned, turning the entire shipyard into a sea of ​​fire.

However, Jorah Mormont's mission was not over yet. After a brief rest, they boarded the warship and headed for the next area.

On the vast sea, the salty sea breeze blew gently, and the fleet moved slowly forward.

As we gradually approached Mill Bay, the sea became calmer, like a huge piece of blue silk, shimmering with tiny waves.

Gavin stood at the bow, gently caressing Chiying who had just returned from foraging. After the battle, Chiying was exhausted, and the scales that had once shone brightly were now dull. It took a full night of rest before it had the strength to fly again.

Unlike the previous state of being bathed in fire, although its combat capability in the state of being bathed in fire is very strong, the consumption of magic power is enormous. Moreover, after each bath in fire, it will lose its combat capability in a short period of time. If it lasts too long, even flying away will become difficult.

As the fleet sailed smoothly, Gavin inadvertently discovered that a tiny black dot quietly emerged on the sea surface ahead. Soon after, more and more black dots appeared, densely packed together, just like an abrupt extra ink stain on a painting with thick ink and heavy colors.

Gavin, who had many sailing experiences, knew at a glance that it was a large fleet. His eyes became serious instantly. Such a large fleet could not be composed of ordinary merchant ships. It was most likely the fleet of Mill. He did not expect that the two sides would encounter each other on this sea. The sea breeze seemed to feel the tense atmosphere and blew more urgently, wantonly fluttering the corners of Gavin's clothes, as if eagerly urging him to make a response decision.

Gavin took a deep breath, his face stern, and immediately turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Notify the fleet and prepare for battle!" His loud and majestic voice was clearly heard by everyone in the whistling sea breeze.

(End of this chapter)