Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the battle south of Shipbreaker Bay, a fierce fight was underway on a large, hundred-meter warship with green sails and oars painted in alternating gray and white.
Its port side was held fast by a medium-sized warship bearing the Black Three-Headed Dragon, while its starboard side was pressed against by a medium-sized warship flying the silver seahorse banner.
This hundred-meter warship was the flagship of the Hightower Fleet, the oldtown glory.
On the left and right sides were Stone, leading the The Unsullied Legion, and Rien, leading the Valyrian elite soldiers, respectively.
Relying on the suppressing firepower of the Conqueror's main fleet, they successfully breached the Hightower Fleet to engage in boarding close combat.
When Rien, a veteran of naval warfare, recognized the oldtown glory, he immediately signaled Stone to launch a decapitation strike on the enemy flagship together.
Since it was the flagship where Earl Mondon Hightower was located, the combat strength on board was naturally extraordinary.
Fighting the The Unsullied Legion was a group of Hightower soldiers armed with swords and shields, clad in green armor.
They were led by Ser Brandon Hightower, the Chief Knight of Oldtown.
This fierce general, who stood a full seven feet tall (about 2.33 meters), wielded an exaggeratedly large double-bladed axe as his weapon.
Crack!
With a full-strength chop, he directly split the foremost Unsullied soldier, man and shield, into two.
Clang! Clang!
The Unsullied soldiers on the left and right sides seized the opportunity to thrust their spears, but they were blocked by the guards beside Ser Brandon.
The The Unsullied Legion was indeed formidable, but they needed sufficient numbers to form a military formation.
Moreover, they were not fighting on land but in a naval battle on constantly swaying warships.
Therefore, the situation on the port side remained stalemated.
Instead, Rien, a seasoned naval veteran, was leading the Valyrian soldiers in a continuous breakthrough on the starboard side.
Earl Mondon, protected by layers of personal guards, furrowed his brow. He had not expected this encirclement and ambush to be so difficult.
The enemy's long-range firepower completely suppressed their ballistae, allowing these fearless daredevils to successfully charge into their formation for close combat.
Furthermore, their Hightower Fleet had tied down the vast majority of the enemy, yet the House Lannister and Baratheon families had still not arrived to provide support.
"Dragon! It's our dragon!"
A cry filled with surprise rang out, and Earl Mondon immediately looked up at the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The visual impact of Vhagar, with its body size of approximately one hundred and fifty meters, was truly stunning.
The soldiers of the Hightower Fleet were instantly morale-boosted upon seeing it.
Hoo, hoo, hoo!
It neither attacked the main warships of the Conqueror Fleet, which were the closest, nor did it come to help the Hightower Fleet.
Instead, it spewed bright yellow Dracarys at the slow-moving Valyrian large warships located between the two sides.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bright yellow Dracarys, about eight or nine meters in diameter, exploded on a Valyrian large warship.
The spreading high-temperature dragon breath instantly enveloped the cargo boxes on the deck of this warship.
Crash, clatter!
The cargo boxes were shattered by the impact of the Dracarys, and the food supplies stored inside were scattered everywhere, then burned to cinders by the high-temperature Dracarys.
Aemond's single eye saw this scene, and he nodded with satisfaction.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The main warships, led by the Conqueror, attempted to attack Vhagar in the sky with pitch barrels.
But even if Vhagar flew slowly, it wouldn't fail to evade these slow pitch barrels.
Aemond completely ignored the Conqueror and continued to command Vhagar to continuously spew bright yellow Dracarys,
igniting these Valyrian large warships piled with food supplies one by one.
These dozen or so burning Valyrian large warships immediately became the second sea wall of fire on the battlefield.
The Valyrian soldiers who had bravely charged into the Hightower Fleet were instantly panicked upon seeing their retreat cut off, and the thought of fleeing began to arise in their hearts.
Whoosh, whoosh!
It was not until this moment that Jacaerys, riding Womax, flew to the southern battlefield.
Thus, these old enemies once again began to fight in the sky, spewing Dracarys.
Jacaerys had intended to control Womax to approach Vhagar and engage in close combat with Aemond, relying on the defense and fire resistance he had gained through the traits.
But repeated moves were useless against someone as intelligent as Aemond.
Vhagar's bright yellow Dracarys blocked Womax's flight path, giving it no opportunity to get close.
The battle between these two dragons seemed to have fallen into a stalemate again.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Aemond's single eye seemed to have discovered something.
A mysterious smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and he directly abandoned maneuvering with Jacaerys, diving towards the Conqueror Fleet below.
Jacaerys naturally also immediately dove, pursuing closely.
Splash, splash~~
Southwest of Tarth, the clear blue water constantly lapped against the sandy shore.
If one were to disregard the battlefield at Shipbreaker Bay not far away, this beautiful island, known as the Sapphire, would definitely be a vacation paradise.
Bang!
Whoosh, whoosh!
The sea surface not far away suddenly exploded, and Arrax, dripping with seawater, flew out, flapping its dragon wings vigorously.
Beneath its dragon body, its strong dragon legs were tightly gripping the heavily wounded and unconscious Sunfyre.
After dragging Sunfyre onto the dry sand, Lucerys, with wet hair, immediately turned to look at its back.
He saw that the dragon saddle on Sunfyre's back was empty; there was no Aegon, or his corpse, at all.
Huh, how could this be?
Upon seeing this, Lucerys's face was filled with confusion.
He had watched very carefully before; when Sunfyre fell, he had not seen any humanoid object separate from it.
Controlling Arrax to circle Sunfyre twice, Lucerys finally confirmed that Aegon had truly disappeared without a trace.
The reason he had defied Jacaerys's wishes and dived into the sea to retrieve Sunfyre was for Aegon.
Publicly, he wanted to retrieve Aegon to use as a hostage to exchange for his parents, the three Joffrey brothers, and Ser Lorent, who might have been captured.
Privately, Aegon was his and Jacaerys's uncle. He did not want his brother to bear the crime of kinslaying.
But now, all his plans had come to naught.
Ooh~
The unconscious Sunfyre let out a weak whimper, startling the dazed Lucerys.
He looked at Sunfyre's broken wing, which was still bleeding, and ordered in a low voice: "Dracarys!"
...
On the southern battlefield, Vhagar was flying almost skimming the surface of the sea.
Jacaerys looked at its back, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
Aemond would not do anything meaningless. This action of voluntarily giving up altitude and putting himself in a passive position must have a deeper meaning.
Bang! Splash!
As if to illustrate its intention, Vhagar, flying at extremely low altitude, slammed hard into a small warship of the Valyrian Fleet.
This small warship, less than twenty meters in length, was directly smashed into pieces by the collision, with debris from the warship and human bodies flying everywhere.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three small warships directly ahead that couldn't dodge were successively smashed into pieces by it.
After all, it was his own combat force; Jacaerys couldn't let Aemond destroy it so wantonly.
Vhagar's speed was already slightly slower than Womax's, and coupled with the impact from colliding with the small warships, the distance between them rapidly shortened.
Seeing Jacaerys catch up, Aemond controlled Vhagar to slow down, hover, and turn to spew dragon breath.
Hoo!
Hoo!
The black-gray Dracarys and the bright yellow Dracarys collided, and the large amount of scattered Dracarys obscured the vision of both sides.
Could Aemond be planning to use the Dracarys to obscure vision and then launch a sneak attack?
Jacaerys had used this move in previous battles. So, with a thought, he immediately focused his attention and stared intently at the Dracarys ahead.
Rustle, rustle!
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps surprisingly rang out behind Jacaerys.
Clang!
Hearing the sound, he immediately drew the longsword from his dragon saddle and turned to slash backward.
Clang!
The two longswords collided.
Jacaerys looked closely and found that the attacker was Aegon, whom he had thought was dead.
His sneak attack failed, but Aegon did not panic, because he knew his swordsmanship level and had already planned his next move.
His left hand, hidden behind his back, suddenly stabbed forward, the tightly gripped dagger in his hand heading straight for Jacaerys's face.
Due to the close distance between the two and Jacaerys being seated on the dragon saddle, he had no time to dodge at all.
No time to dodge, then don't dodge!
Jacaerys's eyes instantly became fierce, and he directly used his forehead to collide with the flashing cold dagger.
Clang!
Bang!
The dragon scales on Jacaerys's forehead flashed and were gone, directly deflecting the dagger in Aegon's left hand.
Moreover, this full-strength collision of his did not lose momentum and pressed against Aegon's chest, knocking him back repeatedly.
Whoosh, whoosh!
But when Jacaerys was distracted by Aegon, Aemond, who had been building momentum, moved.
He drove Vhagar to flap its wings and break through the spreading Dracarys from the collision, opening its huge bloody maw and biting straight towards Womax's neck.
If Vhagar's terrifyingly powerful maw were to bite down firmly...
...even if Womax wasn't directly bitten off its head, it would likely be locked in a death grip by the opponent, unable to move.
Under this unprecedented fatal threat, Womax's black vertical pupils suddenly widened, instantly covering the dark green eye membranes on either side of its pupils.
An invisible ripple spread out from Womax, centered around it.
The first to bear the brunt was Vhagar, whose forward charge suddenly paused, then it flapped its wings and hovered directly in front of Womax.
Its huge dragon eyes stared intently at Womax, revealing a slightly human-like look of surprise and confusion.
Meanwhile, Aemond and Aegon suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, their hearts filled with a sense of unease foreboding a great disaster.
"Dracarys!"
Jacaerys would not show mercy just because his enemy was distracted.
A large stream of black and grey Dracarys directly hit the top of Vhagar's head.
Crack, crack!
The power of Womax's Dracarys was now vastly different.
The greenish bronze dragon scales on top of Vhagar's head rapidly shattered, and the black and grey Dracarys began to continuously scorch the flesh beneath.
Roar~~
Vhagar, injured for the first time in this battle, let out a dragon roar.
Then, after spitting a bright yellow flame at Womax, it turned its still burning head and plummeted towards the sea.
Seeing this, Aegon, on Womax's back, gritted his teeth and charged forward, also leaping into the sea.
Vhagar had been flying at a very low altitude just now, so Womax, pursuing it, was also not far from the sea surface.
Splash!
Huge splashes of water rose, and the two men and one dragon disappeared into the sea just like that.
When parting for three days, one should look at each other with new eyes.
Jacaerys now felt he had underestimated these two brothers somewhat.
Aegon probably took the opportunity to cling to the end of the rope ladder connected to the dragon saddle on Womax's belly when Womax was biting sunfyre just now.
After Aemond discovered Aegon, he specifically dove from the sky towards the sea.
This was to lure Womax to pursue headfirst as well, so that Aegon could use the force to climb the rope ladder and get closer to Jacaerys.
The sea surface was vast, and there was no way of knowing where Vhagar would break out of the water.
So Womax couldn't stay on the surface of the sea and deliver a head-on blow when it emerged.
Jacaerys turned his head to look at the situation on the southern battlefield.
Since Vhagar had burned all the large Valyrian warships, cutting off their retreat with the second sea fire wall.
Some Valyrian soldiers who were engaged in boarding and melee combat at the very front had already started sailing their ships to flee to the sides.
Without hesitation, he directly controlled Womax to fly towards the Hightower Fleet.
Perfect, he hadn't harvested any entry points today yet!
Hoo hoo hoo!
Womax, diving at low altitude, spat Dracarys at all warships in its flight path displaying the white Hightower sigil.
Large numbers of Hightower soldiers and dorne soldiers were burned to charcoal.
A comical scene appeared; Womax had just completed one round of Dracarys attack.
The Valyrian soldiers who had fled earlier began to return to the battlefield, and then it was the turn of the Hightower Fleet to start fleeing.
That's why dragons are called the faith of the battlefield!
Boom!
In the northwest direction, far from the southern battlefield, Vhagar's massive dragon body broke out of the water.
The black and grey Dracarys on its head had extinguished, but streams of bright red dragon blood were seeping from the charred wound.
Aemond sat upright on the dragon saddle, while a seemingly quite disheveled Aegon tightly gripped the rope ladder beside the dragon saddle.
"Aegon, did you attack Jacaerys?"
"Of course, but that guy directly headbutted my dagger away.
I think... he knows some kind of magic!"
"Hmm, very likely.
Because it was the same last time I tried to cut his neck."
After getting the answer from Aegon, Aemond turned his head to look at Womax, who was freely spitting Dracarys and attacking, and murmured,
"Magic? Perhaps we can try that thing!"
The situation in Shipbreaker Bay was now very clear; firstly, there was the Baratheon fleet in the west, which had been putting on a show.
Upon seeing Vhagar fall into the sea and Womax dive to burn the Hightower Fleet...
...bollos duke, fearing that his own fleet would be affected, immediately ordered a retreat to Storm's End.
And Ser Tylan in the north had been blocked by the black and grey sea of fire.
After finally waiting for it to extinguish due to lack of subsequent fuel, the entire battlefield situation was already extremely unfavorable to them.
When he saw the Baratheon fleet retreating, in order to preserve half of his family's remaining fleet, he also reluctantly issued a retreat order.
On the southern battlefield, about one-third of the Hightower Fleet had been burned to ashes by Womax.
One-third had already escaped from Shipbreaker Bay, mostly conscripted merchant ships and fishing boats.
And the last third was still putting up a desperate resistance.
On the oldtown glory, ser brandon, who was like a small giant, was covered in blood.
Some of it was from the enemy, and some was his own.
The decks on the left and right sides of this flagship, each about twenty meters long, had been occupied by the The Unsullied Legion and Valyrian soldiers respectively.
The remaining Hightower soldiers were crowded together in the last fifty to sixty meters of the deck, making their final stand.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Accompanied by the dull sound of dragon wings cutting through the air, the central area of the oldtown glory was immediately enveloped by a huge shadow.
Bang, boom!
Womax's massive dragon body landed heavily.
This hundred-meter-class ship was forcefully smashed by it into a relatively balanced 'V' shape.
Crack, crack!
The Hightower soldiers who were crowded in the central area were easily crushed to death by Womax, like groups of ants.
"Damn mongrel!"
Seeing his soldiers, who had fought alongside him for many years, die so tragically, ser brandon's eyes widened, and he raised his giant double-bladed axe and charged towards Womax.
Clang~~
The giant double-bladed axe struck Womax's leg heavily, but it didn't even create a single crack.
Feeling that it had been attacked, Womax's head suddenly lowered, and it bit this slightly larger human into its mouth in one go.
Crunch, crunch!
ser brandon's armor was absolutely excellent; it was only somewhat deformed even when bitten in the dragon's mouth.
Of course, this was also because Jacaerys didn't let Womax bite down hard.
Indeed, this move of his had a very good deterrent effect.
The remaining Hightower soldiers, who regarded ser brandon as a god of war, had their faith shattered and threw down their weapons to surrender.
earl mondon in the crowd sighed as he looked at the dragon, and directly stepped out from the crowd.
Clang!
He drew the sharp longsword from his waist and held it high with both hands, shouting loudly at Womax: "King Jaehaerys, we surrender!
I am the head of House Hightower, mondon Hightower.
This is our family sword, a longsword forged from Valyrian Steel, vigilance.
I am willing to exchange it for ser brandon's life!"
Crack!
Whoosh!
As soon as earl mondon finished speaking, Womax's dragon mouth suddenly bit down.
Accompanied by the sound of cracking armor, the seven-foot-tall ser brandon instantly became three and a half feet tall.
earl mondon touched the blood that had splattered onto his face with a look of shock, simply unable to believe that ser brandon, who was renowned for his bravery in Oldtown, had died so easily.
At this moment, Jacaerys's light laughter sounded from Womax's back.
"Ho ho, you want to negotiate with me using my spoils of war?
I'll give you a chance to think carefully about what you will use to buy your own life!"
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