Seven Nations Fleet Forward, Redwin flagship.
Count Paxter Redwin's bare head was aching from the cold rain, and a few strands of soaked orange-red hair were stuck to his scalp in embarrassment.
He wiped a handful of rain from his face and shouted to the "laughing" Baylor beside him, who always maintained an elegant smile, "Damn the weather, Baylor, we must take down the fortress of Bloodstone Island before this storm goes completely crazy, and give His Majesty a place where you can eat hot food." "
Baylor Hightower, the heir to the Hightower family, still had that iconic smile on the corner of his mouth even in the storm.
He nodded, his voice still clear in the wind and waves: "Your Excellency has repeatedly reminded you that His Majesty's safety is the first priority, and the task of our strikers is to clear obstacles for His Majesty, lay out the red carpet, and prepare fine wine."
I hope that one or two of the so-called Valyrian treasures on the island can be true and help Your Majesty. "
His tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about a banquet.
"Treasure? Hum! "
A slightly old but full of breath interjected.
The commander of the old town garrison, Maureen Tyrell, the uncle of the Duke of Metz, had an undisguised suspicion on his face: "How much can you believe Jorah Mormont's words?" He said there is a Valyrian steel sword on the island? I think it was for his own safety that he made a lot of noise about the contents of Bloodstone Island. "
The smile on Baylor's face disappeared for the first time, and he sighed, with a hint of pity for his brother-in-law: "My poor sister Linnis is the meat on the tip of Sir Jorah's heart, but his information about the island's defense must not dare to be false, and a mere five hundred miscellaneous soldiers are not to be afraid." "
"Look at the Westbound guys!"
On the side of the ship, Garland Tyrell, the second son of the Duke of Metz, pointed into the distance and roared.
I saw that the Western Fleet, which was flying the Golden Lion flag, ignored the formation, and the oars rowed wildly, overtaking them at full speed, and rushing towards the outline of the island looming in the rain in the distance.
Count Paxter's face instantly turned gloomy like the sky at this moment.
How dare the Lannisters blatantly disobey military orders!
Worse is yet to come.
On the other side, the Iron Islands longship with the golden sea monster flag was also like an arrow off the string, rushing forward at an almost suicidal speed in the wind and waves.
"You damn bastard!!"
Paxter's roar was torn apart by the wind, and he trembled with anger: "Do they know what they are doing?!! "
Maureen Tyrell let out a cold sneer: "It seems that someone has taken Sir Jorah's 'treasure dream talk' seriously and can't wait to go to the island to rummage through the boxes, for fear that it will be robbed by others later." "
Paxter's mind flashed like lightning, and Kevon Lannister's unusual concern about "Valyrian Steel" on Dragonstone Island flashed like lightning.
He understood instantly.
What a bullshit coalition! What kingdom righteousness!
From the moment this group of bastards stepped on the ship, they only had Valyrian steel in their minds, and they didn't take him as a commander in their eyes at all!
As if to confirm his idea, the Dorn's ship suddenly accelerated and joined the frantic sprint.
In an instant, the formation of the entire Seven Nations Forward Fleet completely collapsed.
All boats, no matter how big or small they belong, were like red-eyed gamblers, frantically rowing their oars and launching a ridiculous "boating competition" on the sea.
There is only one goal, to land on Bloodstone Island first.
"Waste! Didn't you eat?! Chase me!" Burn the wind!! "
Paxter roared at the oarsmen on his boat, and the veins on his forehead jumped violently.
The warships in the river bend accelerated under his roar.
"Bastard! A group of unfed white-eyed wolves, using Lao Tzu's boat, dare to play tricks! "
Paxter looked at the scrambling ships, gritting his teeth in hatred.
Belle Hightower looked at this chaotic and greedy scene and let out a heavy sigh: "It seems that it doesn't matter whether there is treasure on the island or not, the important thing is that everyone firmly believes that others will take 'his' treasure." "
Maureen Tyrell shrugged: "Who said no? "
...
The rear end of the fleet, on the King's flagship.
Robert, dressed in shiny plate armor, sat in the captain's cabin in the cabin.
He roughly snatched the golden cup full of crimson wine from his attendant and poured it with his head back, the thick liquor flowing down his thick blackbeard and dripping onto his breastplate.
Ed Stark's brows furrowed: "Your Majesty, landing is imminent, you shouldn't..."
"What shouldn't it? Should you not drink? "
Robert laughed, sprayed the smell of alcohol, and slammed the empty glass on the table: "Only when you are drunk can you have the strength to move the hammer, and you can smash the heads of those pirate mongrels like pumpkins!" "
His eyes flashed with a belligerent and murky light.
At this time, Lan Li, dressed in gorgeous enamel armor, walked in, pulled Adra aside, and lowered his voice to prevent the king from hearing: "Lord Ed, the strikers are in chaos, Redwin and the others are like flies that have seen blood, and rush to Bloodstone Island at full speed, completely ignoring the formation. "
Ed's face changed, and he quickly walked out of the captain's cabin to the deck where the wind was howling.
The scene in front of him made his heart sink.
The fleet in front was like a scattered flock, scrambling to distance itself from the Chinese army in the wind and waves, with chaotic flags and no formation.
Ed said angrily: "What do they want to do? Why doesn't Lord Paxter care? "
"A bunch of idiots, they just want to land before the storm."
Lanley's words were sarcastic.
Ed's gray eyes swept over the chaotic sea, and then at the thick dark clouds rolling in the sky, a hint of foreboding like a cold snake wrapped around his heart.
"I'm afraid... It's not that simple. "
He said in a deep voice, his voice almost engulfed in the wind and rain: "But if they can capture the fortress first, it may not be a bad thing for Your Majesty's safety, the Prime Minister ordered us to ensure the safety of the king, and it would be best if they could capture Bloodstone Island first." "
Jon's advice echoed in his head.
"Master Stark, did you dare to stay in Winterfell? Or are wolf cubs born afraid of water? "
A languid and provocative voice sounded behind him.
Jaime Lannister wore the white robes and white armor of the Imperial Guard, his blond hair fluttered in the wind, and his handsome face had that disgusting sarcastic smile.
Ed turned to look at Jaime, frowned, and his tone was like a cold winter: "Sir Jaime, I don't think you are qualified to say such a thing to me, if my courage stays in the north, what about your courage? Left you with a vow of betrayal of the sacred? The regicide..."
The smile on Jaime's face instantly froze, and he pressed the hilt of the gilded sword on his waist like lightning with his right hand, and said angrily: "Stark, you have the ability to speak with your sword!" "
Duke Edd replied coldly: "My "ice" only punishes criminals, and the blood on your sword will only tarnish the name of "ice". "
"You!" Jaime just wanted to say something.
Click ——!!!!
Suddenly, a thunder and lightning struck the gloomy sky, instantly illuminating the entire sea area pale.
Lightning illuminated the rolling clouds, the raging waves, the chaotic fleet, and even the shocked and angry expressions on everyone's faces.
This was followed by a continuous roar of terrifying thunder.
The wind swept down with ice and rain, extinguishing the tense atmosphere on the field.
Ed looked at the sky hidden by daylight and turned to look at Lan Li: "Master Lan Li, I'm afraid we have to speed up too..."
"Look! Sky... Heavenly!! "
A soldier's voice was pitched with extreme fear, sharply piercing through the wind and thunder.
Everyone's eyes involuntarily followed his trembling fingers and fell into the depths of the clouds that were illuminated by electric light and rolling in endless darkness.
In that devastating white light, a large, mountain-like shadow outline hovered in the sky, clearly imprinted on everyone's retina.
The white light is fleeting, and the world returns to darkness.
Dead.
Only the roar of a storm remained on deck.
Everyone on the ship was shocked, what is that?!
When they wanted to take a closer look, the sky returned to black.
A cold sweat dripped down Duke Edd's forehead, and he wanted to say that he didn't see the thing clearly, but his sharp gaze still caught some clues and made him feel a deep sense of fear.
He turned around and ran towards the cabin, shouting, "Withdraw!" Take the king out of the !! "