Bloodstone Island, Prince's Harbor.
The vanguard fleet landed on the shore of Bloodstone Island one after another under a paddling competition.
The first to arrive was the Iron Fleet.
The Iron Islands longship "Invincible Iron Seed" violently crashed into the harbor pier with its fearless momentum.
"Hahaha! The speed of the iron species is unmatched! "
Victalion Greyjoy stood up like a bull, wielding a tomahawk and laughing wildly in the wind and rain.
The rain flowed down the hair and knotted muscles.
"Brothers, kill all the mongrels on the island, turn every warehouse and every stone over, and don't leave a single piece of Valyrian steel for the soft eggs behind!"
In Pike Place City, Baron told him that this expedition would have to deal with one point and nine points to win treasures.
When Victalion learned that Bloodstone Island was defended by only 500 people, but there was Valyrian steel inside, he devised a strategy to land first.
The fierce iron people howled, like a black tide, jumped from the longboat and poured into the empty and silent Prince's Harbor.
"My lord, the port is empty!"
An iron leader quickly returned, his voice suspicious.
Victalion's smile froze on his face, and cold rain ran down his cheeks.
Airport?
A cold air instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Pitfall?!
Before he could order a warning, the Western Fleet also rushed to the port.
Sir Kevon Lannister, clad in golden and red plate armor, strode onto the trestle surrounded by his personal guards.
His cold gaze swept over Victalion and the empty harbor with undisguised contempt.
He has never forgotten the entrustment given to him by his brother Tywin when he left Cavern to obtain possible Valyrian weapons for the family.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to disobey Paxter's order and land first.
The Lannister soldiers quickly lined up, their golden red armor still dazzling in the rain, forming a confrontation with the iron people, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Immediately afterwards, the Doen and Hewan people also landed in the port...
People from all walks of life crowded the narrow beachhead.
Prince Oberon Martell watched with interest the impending confrontation between Kevon and Victalion, a playful smile on his lips.
"You bastards!!
Earl Paxter Redwin's flagship finally docked, and he almost jumped overboard, his angry roar clearly audible in the wind and rain.
"Disobey military orders! Take the liberty of doing something! Do you know what this means?!! "
However, his roar was like a stone thrown into the sea, and no one paid attention.
The people of the West, the iron people, and even the Dorns all commanded their men on their own, moving quickly in the direction of the fortress on the island, with only greed in their eyes.
"My lord! Heavenly! Look at the sky!! "
The voice of a riverbed soldier twisted and morphed with extreme fear, pointing to the thunderous, inky sky above them.
Click——!!!
Another pale lightning bolt that tore the heavens and the earth illuminated the sky.
Everyone's eyes widened.
A huge shadow soared in the sky.
The shadow was right above them, enough for them to see the true face of the figure clearly.
Dragon?!
Time seems to be frozen.
All the movements, all the quarrels, all the greedy thoughts in the harbor were frozen at this moment.
Victalion opened his mouth and the axe stopped in mid-air.
Kaifon's hand froze on the hilt of the sword, and his pupils dilated.
Paxter's anger froze on his face and turned into extreme horror.
The smile on Oberon's lips disappeared without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
Is that a dragon?
Shout——————!!!!!!!!
Before they could react, a majestic dragon roar shattered the sky, and the dragon drilled out of the churning and solemn dark clouds, and a huge golden dragon body was revealed on the sea.
Dragon!!!
Both those who landed in the port and those on the sea clearly saw the huge and unmatched creature.
The huge body was like a steel wall spanning the sky, and the golden scales still shone dazzling under the dark sky.
In everyone's heart-wrenching gaze, the golden terrifying beast suddenly swooped down from the rolling dark clouds.
The golden scales shone like a god in the electric light, and the desperately large body tore through the rain curtain and pounced on the battleship on the sea with the breath of burning all things.
The golden dragon Liu Qian no longer hesitated, he spewed dragon flames towards the ships in the port, the dragon flames were huge and hot, flashing with a more dazzling and solid gold than before.
The flame was so hot that the air was twisting, and the brightness even overwhelmed lightning.
In an instant, it devoured several warships closest to the port, crowded with soldiers and oarsmen.
"Run——!!!"
The people on the shore let out an inhuman howl, but the warning came too late for the people on board.
The warship's timber burst straight under the impact of the flames, and the mast collapsed.
The screams were so terrible that they didn't sound like human voices, and were instantly drowned in the roar of flames and the crackling of wood.
Countless figures writhing wildly in the golden sea of fire, and then turned to char.
The soldiers and sailors of other ships on the sea witnessed this scene like hell descending, and only extreme fear remained on their faces.
But their despair has only just begun.
The golden dragon drew a beautiful, deadly arc in the air, turning towards the fleets still struggling on the sea.
The golden dragon Liu Qian roared happily, the speed of the paddling warship in the sea was fast, but relatively speaking.
For him as a dragon, these warships were like immobilization, waiting in line for his dragon flame to descend.
This is the result he wants.
When he met Jorah, he guessed that Jorah would contact Varys, just like he had been going undercover with the Long siblings.
Liu Qian used Chora to transmit intelligence, emphasize his threat, let the Seven Kingdoms form an army to invade, and then pass on false information through Chora's hand to guide the Seven Kingdoms fleet to converge towards a certain location, and he could destroy all the fleets of the Seven Kingdoms in the shortest time and with the least magic.
The gloomy and dim sky was Liu Qian's best cover, and those Seven Kingdoms warships could only see the dragon shadow descend at the moment when the lightning fell, followed by golden dragon flames.
Liu Qianqian spiraled and spat on it, although the magic flowed, but it was worth it.
Every time the dragon flame spat out, it accurately wiped out a warship.
The oarsmen screamed and jumped into the cold, surging waters, and the soldiers in armor could only grit their teeth and jump in order to survive, and the heavy armor made them sink like stones, and they could only desperately grab the floating pieces of wood, sinking and floating in the cold waves, watching the dragon flames above their heads sweep over their former ships, turning them into blazing torches.
The heavy armor prevented them from moving normally, and they hung on the water, showing a look of despair.
The fleet collapsed at an even more desperate rate.
The sea turned into a boiling furnace and a graveyard of despair.
And just as the remnants on the shore were frightened by this apocalyptic scene, the low and strong gate of the Bloodstone Island Fortress opened silently in the wind and rain.
No shouting, no shouting.
An army poured out.
They were dressed in heavy armor, holding sharp swords, and their steps were uniform, silent like lifeless statues, only the metallic sound of their armor rubbing against each other.
The people of the Seven Kingdoms instantly realized that Jorah was not lying, and that the army composed of dead people was real.
Victalion and Kevon's eyes were shocked, and they could see the quality of the weapons held in the hands of the dragon spirit guards.
Valyrian steel is also real, but they have to fight with their lives.
Jerena's figure appeared at the front of the line, her dark purple eyes like burning stars in the wind and rain.
Chai Yi was beside her, holding a sharp sword.
Jelena didn't talk nonsense, and the Valyrian steel sword in her hand, which was also shining with cold light, swung forward sharply.
"Kill !!" The clear female voice penetrates the wind and rain, like a horn of attack.
The silent Legion of Death instantly turned into a raging bronze torrent, and with cold and piercing killing intent, it launched a ruthless charge at the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms on the beachhead who had just picked up half their lives from the power of the dragon and were now in a new despair.