Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 141 Sea of ​​Fire
With the horn sounded, the slave soldiers of Volantis began to move quickly, moving quickly between the decks, distributing weapons, and tearing off the oil paper covering the trebuchets and ballistas.

The entire fleet was suddenly busy, with the shouts of the slave soldiers, the sound of footsteps and the collision of metal equipment intertwined together, making it very noisy.

Some slave soldiers accidentally fell down due to nervousness and haste, causing exclamations from those around them; others were in a hurry when untying the ropes, causing the speed of raising the sails to be uneven.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the enemy, the entire fleet inevitably fell into some chaos.

Narik kept an eye on the movements of the opposing fleet, and saw that the opposing fleet was like a solidified black line, quietly anchored on the sea, without even raising its sails. The warships lined up in a row, under the sunlight, had particularly clear outlines, yet exuded an elusive mysterious atmosphere.

They were anchored there silently, as if they were sleeping or waiting for a certain moment. There were no sails fluttering, no obvious signs of activity, which made the entire fleet look like a still picture, in sharp contrast to the turbulent sea around them.

Narik stared at the strange behavior of the other fleet, and his doubts became more and more serious. The other fleet just stopped silently on the sea, and the warships did not raise the sails for a long time, so they completely lost their maneuverability. However, this unexpected situation was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Without hesitation, he quickly shouted to his deputy: "The situation has changed. This is our chance! Immediately order the fleet to form a crescent formation and attack at full speed!" His voice was urgent and powerful, as if it could penetrate the noisy sea breeze. Upon hearing the order, the deputy nodded solemnly, turned around, and passed on the order as quickly as possible.

The crescent formation is like a crescent moon, and the fleet's warships are arranged in an arc on the sea.

At the two ends of the arc are the faster and more maneuverable warships in the fleet, which are like the sharp corners of a crescent moon and are responsible for quickly outflanking and harassing the enemy. These warships can flexibly shuttle across the battlefield and disrupt the enemy's deployment.

The middle part of the arc is where the flagship and main battleships of the fleet are concentrated. They have powerful attack and solid defense. After the warships at both ends attract the enemy's attention, the main battleships can concentrate their firepower to launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

Under the command of the flagship, all ships moved quickly. They conveyed Nerik's orders to every slave soldier through flags, drums and shouts. They skillfully adjusted the angle of the sails and rowed the oars to gradually move the warships to the designated positions.

During this process, Narik kept a close eye on the movements of the opposing fleet, while also paying attention to the coordination of his own fleet.

When the fleet gradually formed a crescent shape, Narik reviewed it again. After confirming that there were no omissions, he shouted an order: "Pay attention to the distance between each other! Maintain the formation and attack."

The Volantis fleet formed a crescent formation, like a fierce beast, and pounced on the enemy. The warships broke through the waves in the howling sea wind, and their speed continued to increase.

The warships on both sides were getting closer and closer to the enemy fleet. As the distance gradually shortened, the slave soldiers first smelled a pungent smell, and then found a green sticky liquid floating on the sea. The liquid was like a large piece of strange green swamp, or like spots on the skin of a demon, scattered on this sea area. Moreover, the area with the mucus was not wide, only less than a hundred meters, and because the distance was still far, it was not discovered.

The slave soldiers were full of doubts, but they had to endure the discomfort and continue to perform their tasks. However, the uneasiness in their hearts became stronger with the pungent smell. Soon, they passed through the green swamp, and the boat slid through the sticky liquid, like a long tail, stretching out on the sea.

At the same time, more and more Volantis warships entered the sea where the green slime was floating.

It was not until Narik's flagship entered the area that Narik looked at the strange sea surface and felt more and more uneasy. He had never seen such a strange scene on the sea.

Suddenly, he thought of something and his face changed suddenly, as if covered by frost. He hurriedly ordered in a hoarse voice: "It's wildfire, the fleet retreat! Retreat at full speed!" His voice was filled with urgency and panic, and resounded on the deck of the flagship like thunder.

However, it seemed too late to evacuate quickly at this moment.
"Hiss"

A huge roar came from the sky, and Nairik's eyes were instantly attracted to the sky. A black spot appeared in the sky and quickly grew larger. After a moment, the black spot continued to expand like an inflated balloon.

Soon, they found that it was a huge golden dragon. Its body was like a mountain shining with golden light, and every scale on its winding body was shining with dazzling light, as if it was made of the purest gold. The huge dragon wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and the sharp dragon claws were like steel, reflecting the cold light in the sun. The huge and majestic dragon eyes were burning with rage, as if they wanted to burn all enemies who dared to offend.

As Narik looked at the giant dragon swooping down at high speed, he couldn't help but fall into despair.

"Dracarys," a calm voice came from the dragon's back.

The voice was calm, but it carried an irresistible majesty, as if it was a pronouncement of fate. Then, the dragon opened its huge mouth, and a stream of extremely hot flames gushed out of its mouth. The flames were like a violent torrent, pouring straight down towards the Volantis fleet, and a warship was instantly ignited. The flames ignited the wildfires floating on the sea. The green flames that burned wildly at the touch of a spark instantly burst out with amazing power and spread rapidly with an unstoppable momentum.

The speed of its spread was beyond imagination, like a sudden and violent plague, madly eroding every inch of the sea surface.

The fire was like a group of hungry beasts, running and leaping with bared fangs and claws, spreading quickly from one point into a large area, and then connecting from one area into a huge fire net. Every splashing green wave was instantly ignited and became part of the green flame.

Wherever the strange green flame went, the sea water seemed to groan in pain, making a "sizzling" sound and emitting thick smoke.

The originally calm blue sea surface was instantly dyed into a creepy green, as if the earth had opened its hideous bloody mouth, wanting to ruthlessly swallow everything.

The green fire rushed along the sea, sweeping across the entire Volantis fleet with overwhelming force, leaving no chance for the fleet to breathe. One warship after another was sucked into the burning green vortex, from bow to stern, from mast to deck, no one was spared.

In the blink of an eye, all the warships on the sea were engulfed by the raging green flames and fell into an endless sea of ​​fire.

Blazing green flames shot up into the sky, and a strange green light shone through the billowing black smoke, blocking out the sky and the sun. The high temperature made the air distorted, the metal burned red, and the wooden boards made crackling sounds.

Some lucky warships happened to be in the grid of green flames and were not contaminated by the wildfire for the time being, but the people on the ships were still in shock.

In this desperate moment, some slaves jumped into the sea to save themselves. They struggled desperately in the boiling sea water, and their cries for help were heard one after another.

More slave soldiers screamed in pain in the sea of ​​fire and fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to hide.

The floating wildfires were most densely distributed where the flagship was. Narik looked at the wildfires coming towards him, his heart sank to the bottom, despair following him like a shadow. He didn't even have a chance to jump off the ship until the raging wildfires engulfed his flagship.

At this last moment, Narik's eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness. He watched everything around him being mercilessly burned by the green flames, but he was powerless to save the situation. The scorching heat seemed to melt his soul as well, and the thick smoke choked him so much that he couldn't breathe.

The flagship was shaking violently in the sea of ​​fire, and the crackling sound of the burning wooden boards was like a countdown to death.

Finally, the green wildfire, like a devil's giant mouth, completely engulfed him and the flagship, and they disappeared in the burning ocean, leaving behind only billowing black smoke and ruins.

But for the whole sea area, the wildfire was scattered because it was floating on the sea surface, and it burned out after only a moment, but the outbreak also successfully ignited countless warships. Although these warships lost the support of wildfires, the wooden hulls were still ignited by the flames, and the hulls were crackling and burning, and the slave soldiers on the ships fell into extreme panic and chaos.

On some warships that were less damaged, the slave soldiers took quick action under the command of the captain.

They picked up buckets, scooped water from the sea almost frantically, and then poured it towards the raging fire. Bucket after bucket of water was poured towards the raging fire, and the splashing water flashed briefly under the light of the fire before disappearing into the blazing atmosphere.

The slaves' arms were sore and trembling from the repeated high-intensity movements. Finally, with their unremitting efforts, the fire was gradually brought under control and gradually showed signs of dying down.

Some warships had large holes burned in their hulls by the flames, causing seawater to rush in crazily, and the ships began to tilt and sway.

Seeing this, the slave soldiers knew they were powerless to save the situation and had no choice but to jump into the sea to escape.

Some of them were burned by the flames when they jumped into the sea, while others fell directly into the turbulent sea, their lives uncertain. The whole scene was horrible, with cries, shouts for help and the roar of flames intertwined, making this sea area like a hell on earth.

At this moment, the surviving slave soldiers discovered an even more horrifying scene: the motionless fleet on the opposite side was actually raising its sails.

(End of this chapter)