Chapter 364 The Battle of Myr
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the war was approaching step by step.
A fleet of dozens of ships set off from the Stepstone Islands, bypassed the disputed area where Telos was located, and plunged straight into the Lys Sea like a sharp sword.
Reese, port.
One hundred pirate warships sailed out of the port, organized tens of thousands of mercenaries, and led the army to block the enemy fleet.
The two sides looked at each other from a distance, and the war was about to break out.
"Hiss..."
A sharp and piercing roar suddenly appeared, and a scarlet dragon shadow with wide wings and a snake-like neck pierced the clouds, soared over the vast sea and launched a charge.
boom--
Streams of scarlet dragon flames fell from the sky and attacked the pirate ship of the Three Women Kingdom.
Wuwuwu——
The melodious horn sounded, and dozens of warships with seahorses and red crabs lined up in an orderly manner. The trebuchets on the deck were prepared, and the kerosene lit the stones for projection.
"Counterattack! Surround them!"
Angry curses came from the Three Women's Kingdom, and the scorpion crossbow on the deck was filled with stainless steel spears, aiming at the enemy fleet and the dragon in mid-air.
"Dragon Flame!!"
Daemon looked calm as he controlled Coraxio's agile movements.
He wore a jet-black dragon scale armor with a red cloak on his back, and served as the commander of the Battle of Lys on the battlefield.
"Hiss..."
Corakxiu screamed sharply, reverberating like sound waves, swaying his slender body and soaring, aiming at the endless stream of dragon flames sprayed by the pirate ship below.
"Fire the crossbow!!"
On the side of the pirate ship, a fierce and strong man with curly red hair and olive skin pulled out a machete and ordered the mercenaries to fight back in an orderly manner.
Sharak Loha, the mercenary leader from Myr, is currently the Admiral Commander of the Third Daughter Kingdom.
Damon's eyes were full of sarcasm and he gave the order: "Dragon Flame!"
Corakxiu screamed continuously, flapping his wide scarlet wings, and the dragon flames like fire pillars swept across the pirate ships.
It is a dragon experienced in naval battles. It knows how to avoid crossbows in roundabout ways and protect itself and its driver.
In comparison, the Three Women's Nation was slightly passive and was thrown into disarray by a bloodworm.
There were a large number of mercenaries, but they had basically no experience in fighting dragons, so they were frightened and panicked.
"Aim the crossbow arrow at the dragon in the sky. If you are blind, take it down and stuff it into your buttocks!"
Sarlac looked fierce, kicked away the panicked crossbowman on the deck, held the steering wheel himself, and aimed at the blood worms in the sky.
Click——
Choosing an opportunity for the blood worm to swoop down and spit out dragon flames, Sarlacc's eyes flashed with sternness and he directly pressed the launcher.
The stainless steel spear flew out with a whoosh, approaching the unsuspecting Bloodworm.
Damon was commanding the fleet to attack the Three Women's Kingdom's front line, and a chill instantly hit his heart.
"Hiss..."
Colakxiu seemed to sense the danger, turned around and took off into the air with a swish of his tail, subconsciously diving into the clouds to avoid the enemy's sight.
The stainless steel spear arrived in an instant, grazing its slender dragon tail without causing any damage.
Damon looked back at the pirate ship firing crossbows, his eyes almost frozen to the core.
"emission!!"
The next second, more and more fine steel spears came, as dense as a drizzle, forcing Colakxiu, who was preparing for revenge, to retreat again.
"Damn idiot!"
Damon cursed secretly and turned back with the dragon.
At this time, the warships flying the flags of the Velaryon and Celtigar families lowered their horns and rammed into the pirate ships of the Three Women Kingdom as if life-threatening.
boom! boom! boom!
Warships collided one after another, with wood chips flying across the ship. Some people screamed and were smashed into a pulp, while some people lost their footing and fell into the sea.
Nothing more than pulling out their weapons and starting a bloody sea fight.
…
That night.
Lys, temporary dragon lair.
"Hiss..."
A low dragon roar sounded, and along with the clatter of chains, Mogul, who was imprisoned in the depths, fell into a rage.
The huge dragon opened its dragon's kiss, and a mouthful of accumulated gray dragon flames spurted out, trying to burn everything in front of it.
A group of little bugs bothered it day and night, and it was almost tired of eating.
In front of the bronze gate, a group of mercenaries were used to seeing the ownerless wild dragon getting angry.
"Hurry up, tame it soon."
Banluoba's face was full of excitement, and his tone could not hide his excitement.
A thin old man with gray beard and hair stood beside him, staring at the dragon with his cloudy eyes, and said hoarsely: "Hundreds of Valyrian descendants have been sacrificed, and the dragon's wisdom and endurance are constantly being worn away."
The old man was wearing a dyed red robe, holding a scepter in his hand, and his skin was as pale as paper.
Ban Luoba was respectful and asked: "Priest Ross, will you send someone to train the dragon tonight?"
The old man was a blood wizard. He crossed the Dothraki grass sea alone to find Lys and temporarily worked for him.
It was the plan of [Blood Sowing] that was provided, as well as the method of using some kind of blood witchcraft to kill the dragon's will.
Ross shook his head and said rationally: "The wisdom of dragons is no less than that of humans. Relaxing it appropriately will be more conducive to subsequent taming."
After giving some careful instructions, the old priest left with his scepter in hand.
Banluoba was full of anticipation and rubbed his hands with interest.
His mercenaries came to report: "The Iron Throne fleet that attacked the sea area was defeated. Daemon of Targaryen was unwilling to control the dragon and attacked, threatening that there would be a second confrontation."
Banroba scoffed and joked: "We have occupied the Stepstone Islands, and the narrow sea lanes and trade are blocked. Could Targaryen send a few dragons to attack Lys alone?"
After thinking about it, I was still a little worried and ordered: "Pay attention to the direction of Volantis, those guys are eyeing Lys."
"Yes, Governor."
"Send a message to the governor of Tyrosh. The Iron Throne is likely to divide its forces to attack and ask them to strengthen their defenses at sea."
Banroba had a cunning mind. He remembered what Johanna had said about the two armies of the Iron Throne, and immediately thought that another fleet would attack the island castle Tyrosh.
The Targaryen crown prince had used this underhanded trick.
It was Reese who split up his forces for a sneak attack last time.
…
As Bambaro expected, there was also a naval battle in the waters of Tyroshi.
Ten warships flying the Seahorse flag boldly attacked Tyrosh's patrol ship, and a small naval battle broke out.
The Velaryon fleet was victorious and roamed the disputed area, picking out lone patrol ships and sniping them.
The Lord of Tyrosh, Milov Stroh, was furious and personally led thirty warships in pursuit.
After a fierce naval battle, the Velaryon fleet was sunk.
At this point, the two Iron Throne fleets that separated from the Stepstone Islands were destroyed one after another.
…
Mil.
A bay city-state built on the continent of Essos and occupying a favorable location.
Governor's Palace, Council Chamber.
Without Kui Dou Atta, only one old man and one young man were left in the governor's meeting.
They weren't discussing how to tame a dragon, or how to face an attack from the Iron Throne.
The Valyrian descendants of Myr have sent many to Lys, and whether they succeed or not depends on fate.
The city-state itself stands on the mainland. If the Iron Throne's army wants to attack, it must bypass Tyrosh's blockade and cross the entire disputed land.
The dark-skinned old man with purple-dyed hair said in a dull voice: "It's time to elect a governor to replace Kuidou. The rich people in the city are always eyeing this position."
The black-haired young man agreed: "The Carlos family said they would give us a large sum of gold to cover the debt owed to the Iron Bank. You are very generous."
When the Iron Bank was mentioned, the dark-skinned old man's face turned even darker, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's a pity that those Unsullied were betrayed by the Sea King of Braavos."
That was an army of five hundred Unsullied, and the price was more expensive than hiring five thousand mercenaries.
The old man and the young man discussed without hesitation, and even included Kuidou's inheritance, planning to sell his wives, concubines, and children in exchange for money.
Not long after, a waiter came to deliver a letter and handed it into the hands of the dark-skinned old man.
The dark-skinned old man read with squinted eyes and said with disdain: "Bambaro is just a jerk. Myr's position is so easy to fight. We won't be the only ones to persist to the end of the bloody war."
The black-haired young man took the letter and sneered: "There are dozens of warships stationed at the port. What will happen if the Iron Throne's fleet comes?"
The only thing they worry about is the dragon.
If the king of the Iron Throne went crazy and sent seven or eight dragons to burn down the city, they would suffer heavy losses.
However, the scorpion crossbows in the city-state are not vegetarian.
I believe that with the weak character of the King of the Iron Throne, he would not dare to sacrifice one, or even several dragons, to seize an Ashes city-state.
Just when the old man and the young man thought they were sure of victory, a frightening dragon roar broke out.
"Hiss-"
A dark dragon soared into the sky above Reese. Its huge body covered the sky and the sun, and its roar resounded for more than ten miles.
Myr, north wall.
Lei Jia's eyes were as cold as frost, and he stood on the back of the dragon wearing a black robe, and said expressionlessly: "Dragon Flame!!"
"Hiss-"
The glutton roared fiercely, flapped its broad black wings and swooped down, spraying dragon flames at the stone wall dozens of feet high.
"ah!……"
"Escape quickly..."
The green dragon flames like smoke and mist descended like a flood. The soldiers who defended the city abandoned their helmets and armor and ran away. They were as fragile as dead leaves and perished in the sea of fire.
The glutton didn't even look at these little bugs. He flapped his wings and stayed in the low altitude. The dragon's kiss sprayed billowing dragon flames, burning the stone city wall in a blink of an eye.
Zi La La...
The temperature of the green dragon flame exceeds that of magma, melting steel and stone effortlessly.
With the sound of bubbling boiling water, the tall stone wall that even the siege engines could not break twisted and deformed, gradually melted and dripped, turning into pools of red solution.
Outside the city walls.
Swish…
Five hundred Unsullied were ready to go, and two thousand Dauntless in black armor were leading behind them, marching in unison towards burning the collapsed city wall.
After them, Robb led eight hundred of the best of the Second Sons in armor and on steeds.
In the same formation, two thousand armored valley knights held high the "Half Moon Eagle" flag, their horses neighing restlessly.
At the rear of the legion, a 5,000-man Pentos army mixed with mercenaries, Banners, and Dothraki cavalry was filled with people. They all looked up at the dark dragon in mid-air in fear.
This kind of siege method has never been seen before.
As if in the blink of an eye, and as if a century had passed, a large section of the stone city wall completely collapsed, and the soldiers guarding the city wailed and screamed.
"Hiss-"
The dark dragon turned back, and a silver-haired boy stood on the dragon's back. Under the light of the sun, he looked like a god overlooking all living beings.
Under the gaze of everyone, Rhaegar's purple eyes were sharp, he raised his arms and shouted: "Send troops, Myr!!"
"Oh..."
More than a thousand Dothraki cavalry were the first to respond. They followed the order as if they were gods, drew their scimitars and screamed, then galloped wildly.
The rest of the army followed, with the cavalry charging forward and the infantry following in stride.
"Hiss-"
The glutton roared fiercely, and its huge dark body soared towards the city of Mir. It lowered its head and sprayed a scorching torrent of green dragon flames to roughly clear the way.
"Hiss..."
"Hiss..."
Its roar was like a signal, and dragon roars rang out one after another above the clouds, and several dragon shadows swooped down.
Red Queen Melias, bloodworm Coraxio, light silver sea smoke, light gray gray shadow...
The gluttonous dragon took the lead, and the green dragon flames bombarded the city.
"Dragon Flame!!"
High Valyrian with different sounds and colors sounded, and four magic dragons rushed into the city-state, spraying dragon flames wantonly.
The maritime power of the Three Women's Kingdom is indeed powerful, and the three city-states watch and help each other.
However, if the army were to land from the port of Pentos and march to the coastal city-state via a detour, the resistance would not be as strong as a layer of window paper.
It will break with one poke!
The troops were divided into three groups, two as bait and one as a lurking force, so that they could attack the city on foot and on horseback.
Dragons dance wildly, gathering in Myr!
