On the port trestle, the two sides were fighting to the death.
On one side are elite soldiers from the Seven Kingdoms, well-armored and well-trained, a force that Westeros is proud of.
On the other side was the silent dragon spirit guard.
However, as soon as they clashed, the battle took on a one-sided and terrifying scene.
The martial arts and equipment that the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms were proud of were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the dragon spirit guards.
The sonorous sound of close combat was endless, but it could not hide the piercing whining of the weapons of the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms.
The gleaming Valyrian steel armor on the dragon spirit guard's body was indestructible, whether it was a heavy battle axe or a sharp long sword, it could not leave even a shallow scratch when it fell on it, but shocked the attacker's mouth and the blade of the weapon collapsed one after another.
When the silent dragon spirit guards slashed at them with their long swords, also forged from Valyrian steel, the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms raised their weapons horizontally in horror to block, only to hear a crisp "click", and the weapons they relied on to save their lives were easily cut off like rotten wood.
The gap in weapon material is evident at this moment.
Although the swords worn by a few noble lords were not forged from Valyrian steel, they were also from the hands of famous craftsmen, and they could barely shake the steel swords guarded by the dragon spirit for more than a dozen rounds without destroying.
However, the ordinary steel sword in the hands of ordinary soldiers was simply vulnerable in front of the Valyrian divine soldiers, and even parrying seemed futile.
The soldiers of the Western Borders and the War Bend Soldiers were at least equipped with light plate armor to provide some protection.
The iron people from the Iron Islands and the warriors of the Dorne Desert wore only leather armor, ring armor, scale armor or chain mail, and under the ruthless sword blade guarded by the dragon spirit, their flesh and blood were exposed, like chickens waiting to be slaughtered.
Where the sword light flashed, the stump and severed arm flew horizontally, and the blood instantly soaked the wooden planks of the trestle.
Under the fierce offensive, even relatively sophisticated plate armor was like paper paste in front of the Valyrian steel sword, and many soldiers in the river bend and the western border could not escape doom, and were soon ruthlessly eliminated by the dragon spirit guards.
Under the pressing and devastating offensive of the Dragon Spirit Guards, a large number of Seven Kingdoms armies could only fight and retreat along the narrow trestle until the end of the trestle with no retreat.
Seeing that the ordinary soldiers and even the heroic knights around him fell like lambs to be slaughtered, Haile Hunter, a mercenary knight from Jiaoling, was already covered in blood, and his heavy plate armor was stained with filthy blood.
He roared in the direction of the backbone Count Paxter Redwin: "My lord! Can't stand it, we can't stand it at all! "
Count Paxter Redwin's face was extremely difficult to see, his thin cheek muscles trembling uncontrollably with extreme fear and despair, and his eyes were fixed on the dragon spirit guard who was slowly approaching like the embodiment of death.
These guards are not only incredibly powerful, but also as fast as ghosts, always able to accurately capture the gaps in the defenses of the knights clad in heavy plate armor and attack their vulnerable joints.
The hired knights and entourage of the river bend fell one after another, and the blood splattered from the joints of the armor stained the ground.
The nobles standing at the back witnessed this scene, and only cold despair remained in their hearts, as if they had seen the end coming.
On the trestle on the other side, Kevon Lannister, also covered in blood, led the remnants of the Western Army, struggling to support the dragon spirit guards with their lives and will.
The "Red Viper" Prince Oberon and his Dorne warriors are far from having such "good luck".
The narrow trestle greatly limited the snake-like spearmanship that Oberon was famous for, leaving only the most primitive and cruel collision of flesh and steel.
The agility that the Dorn warriors were proud of had nowhere to be used, and they could only be mercilessly slaughtered in despair, with mournful screams one after another.
Even more miserable is Victalion Greyjoy's Iron People.
These men, who are known for their ferocity and fierce eyes, are left with boundless fear and horror in their eyes at this moment.
The thin leather armor on their bodies was useless in front of the Valyrian steel sword, and every time the sword light flashed, an iron life was harvested.
The laughter on Victalion's face had vanished, leaving only the despair of falling into the abyss.
Belle Hightower grabbed Paxter Redwin's arm tightly, his voice trembling with eagerness: "My lord, you are the commander, order to surrender, this battle... We have completely defeated. "
Count Paxter's eyes flashed with a violent struggle, and his arrogance as the great lord of the Seven Kingdoms made it difficult for him to speak: "Surrender? We are the lords of the Seven Kingdoms...."
Baylor was almost begging, and he pointed to the burning golden purgatory in the distance: "My lord, look at that dragon, if you continue to die like this, half of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms will be buried here, please, my lord, look at that scene..."
Paxter turned his head with difficulty, his gaze fixed on the distant sea.
There, the golden dragon roared in the low twilight, its massive body spiraling, and each swoop was accompanied by a devastating pillar of blazing golden fire.
On the sea, hundreds of giant ships of the most powerful navies of the Seven Kingdoms are turning into torches soaring into the sky one after another.
The flames licked the masts and sails frantically, reflecting the entire sea like an ocean of molten gold.
Countless soldiers, sailors and civilians rolled and wailed in the flames, jumping into the boiling sea like dumplings, and were immediately engulfed by the huge waves or cooked alive.
The maritime power of the Seven Kingdoms, hundreds of years of accumulation and glory, is rapidly collapsing and turning into ashes and char in this golden dragon flame.
After this battle, the powerful navy that the Seven Kingdoms were proud of will completely become history.
Finished.
It's all over.
Baylor Hightower is right.
If they don't surrender, most of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms will die here today.
Paxter Redwin retracted his gaze in despair, and the great pain and humiliation nearly suffocated him.
He closed his eyes tightly and rolled his Adam's apple violently a few times.
Finally, a decision so heavy that it seemed as if it had exhausted all his life force squeezed out of the gap between his teeth: "We cast ... Surrender! "
With the commander's order, all the remaining soldiers and knights of the river bend land, their faces full of humiliation and the complicated expressions of the rest of their lives, threw down the broken weapons in their hands, and fell to their knees on the bloody trestle, making a crying begging sound.
The cold dragon spirit guards stepped forward, kicked away the scattered weapons, and tied them up one by one with rough hemp rope.
On the other side of the trestle, the bloody Kevon Lannister saw that Paxter had surrendered, and the Dragon Spirit Guard really stopped attacking, and also understood that the general trend was gone, and waved his hand heavily to give the same order.
Tiemin and Doen, who had long been overwhelmed by fear and casualties, no longer held on, and threw away their weapons in relief and despondency, falling to their knees, leaving only numb fear and deep frustration on their faces.
A tragic landing battle came to an end.
When the Seven Nations Alliance landed, there were more than 3,000 elite forces, and at this moment there were only a few hundred frightened survivors left on the trestle.
The trestle had long been reduced to a bloody meat grinder, and the rain, mixed with thick plasma, continued to wash the gaps in the planks, dyeing the entire area a dazzling dark red.
These surviving nobles, knights and soldiers were tightly bound with ropes by the dragon spirit guards like livestock to be slaughtered.
Under the gaze of Jelena and Chai Yi's cold eyes, he was escorted to the dungeon of Bloodstone Island.
On the distant sea, Liu Qian almost burned all the warships of the Seven Kingdoms within sight.
The air is filled with a pungent smell of burnt paste mixed with sea salt.
He let out a majestic dragon roar, turned the dragon's head, and flew towards the reef where Rollo and Hal were hiding.
Next to the reef, a group of warships lurked quietly.
Standing on the flagship deck, Rollo and Hal had unprecedented shock and awe written on their faces.
They never dreamed that they would be able to witness the dragon that had disappeared for more than a century reappear in the world in their lifetime.
What's even more unbelievable is that this legendary horror creature actually helped them destroy the Seven Kingdoms Fleet.
The two looked at each other, and instantly thought of their mysterious master - Liu Qian.
"My lord... He..."
Rollo muttered, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.
Hal nodded vigorously, his voice trembling with a hint of trembling: "Harness the dragon... My lord, he... It must be carrying the blood of a true dragon. "
They also thought that the golden dragon was Liu Qian's tamed mount.
Thinking that they were actually playing for a real dragon knight, Rollo and Howl's faces couldn't help but show great pride and joy.
This thigh, they hugged it so right.