Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Accompanied by the horn to meet the enemy, the slave soldiers of Volantis began to move quickly. They quickly shuttled between the decks, distributed weapons, and pulled off the oil paper covering the catapults and crossbows.

The entire fleet was busy in an instant, and the shouts, footsteps, and collisions of metal instruments of the slave soldiers were intertwined, which was very noisy.

Some slave soldiers accidentally fell down due to nervousness and haste, causing a burst of exclamations around them; some were in a hurry when untying the ropes, resulting in uneven speeds of raising the sails.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the enemy, the entire fleet inevitably had some confusion.

Nerik kept an eye on the movements of the opposite fleet, and saw that the other fleet was like a solidified black line, quietly anchored on the sea, and even did not raise the sails. The warships lined up in a row, under the reflection of the sun, had a particularly clear outline, but also revealed an elusive mysterious atmosphere.

They were anchored in silence, as if they were sleeping, or waiting for a certain moment. There were no sails fluttering, and no obvious signs of activity, which made the entire fleet look like a still picture, in sharp contrast to the surging sea around it.

Narik stared at the strange behavior of the other fleet, and his doubts became more and more intense. The other fleet just stopped silently on the sea, and the warships did not raise the sails for a long time, so they completely lost their maneuverability. However, this unexpected situation was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Without hesitation, he quickly shouted to his deputy beside him: "The situation has changed, this is our time! Immediately give the order to let the fleet form a crescent formation and attack at full speed!" His voice was urgent and powerful, as if it could penetrate the noisy sea breeze. Upon hearing the order, the deputy nodded solemnly, turned around, and passed on the order as quickly as possible.

The crescent formation is like a crescent moon, and the fleet's warships are arranged in an arc on the sea.

At the two ends of the arc are the faster and more maneuverable warships in the fleet. They are like the sharp corners of the crescent moon, responsible for quickly outflanking and harassing the enemy. These warships can flexibly shuttle between battlefields and disrupt the enemy's deployment.

The middle part of the arc concentrates the fleet's flagship and main warships, which have powerful attacks and solid protection. After the warships at both ends attract the enemy's attention, the main warships can concentrate their firepower to launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

Under the command of the flagship, each ship quickly moved. They conveyed Narik's orders to each slave soldier through flags, drums and shouts. They skillfully adjusted the angle of the sails and rowed the oars to gradually move the warships to the designated position.

During this process, Narik kept an eye on the movements of the opposing fleet, while also paying attention to the coordination of his own fleet.

When the fleet gradually formed a crescent shape, Narik reviewed it again. After confirming that there were no omissions, he shouted: "Pay attention to the distance between each other! Keep the formation and attack."

The Volantis fleet, in a crescent formation, pounced on the other side like a fierce beast. The warships broke through the waves in the howling sea breeze, and the speed continued to increase.

The warships in the front position on both sides were getting closer and closer to the other fleet. As the distance gradually shortened, the slave soldiers first smelled a pungent smell, and then found that there was a green sticky liquid floating on the sea. The liquid was like a large piece of strange green swamp, and like spots on the skin of a demon, scattered on this sea area. Moreover, the area with mucus was not wide, less than 100 meters, and it was not discovered because the distance was still far before.

The slave soldiers were full of doubts, but they had to endure the discomfort and continue to perform their tasks. But the uneasiness in their hearts became stronger with the pungent smell. Soon, they passed through this green swamp, and the hulls of the ships passed through these sticky liquids, like dragging a long tail, stretching on the sea.

At the same time, more and more Volantis warships entered this sea area with floating green mucus.

Until Narik's flagship also stepped into this area, Narik looked at this strange sea surface and felt more and more uneasy. He had never seen such a strange scene on the sea.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his face suddenly changed, as if covered by frost, and hurriedly ordered hoarsely: "It's wildfire, the fleet retreat! Full speed retreat!" His voice was anxious and panic, resounding on the deck of the flagship like thunder.

However, it seemed too late to evacuate quickly at this moment.

"Hiss"

A huge roar came from the sky, and Narik's eyes were instantly attracted by everyone's eyes to the sky. I saw a black spot appear in the sky and quickly grew larger. After a moment, the black spot continued to expand like an inflated balloon.

Soon, they found that it was a huge golden dragon. Its body was like a mountain shining with golden light, and every scale on its winding body was shining with dazzling light, as if it was made of the purest gold. The huge dragon wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and the sharp dragon claws were like steel, reflecting the cold light in the sun. The huge and majestic dragon eyes were burning with raging anger, as if they wanted to burn all enemies who dared to offend.

Narik looked at the giant dragon swooping down at a high speed, and his heart couldn't help but fall into despair.

"Dracarys" a calm voice came from the dragon's back.

Although the voice was calm, it carried an irresistible majesty, as if it was the verdict of fate.

Then, the dragon opened its huge mouth, and a stream of extremely hot flames gushed out of its mouth. The flames poured down like a violent torrent towards the Volantis fleet, and a warship was instantly ignited. The flames ignited the wildfires floating on the sea. The green flames that burned wildly at the touch of a spark instantly burst out with amazing power and spread rapidly with an unstoppable momentum.

The speed of the spread was beyond imagination, like a sudden violent plague, eroding every inch of the sea surface crazily.

The fire was like a group of hungry beasts, running and jumping with bared fangs and claws, spreading rapidly from one point to another, and then from one to another to form a huge fire net. Every splash of green waves was instantly ignited and became part of the green flames.

Wherever the strange green flames went, the sea seemed to be groaning in pain, making a "sizzling" sound and billowing thick smoke.

The originally calm blue sea surface was instantly dyed into a creepy green, as if the earth opened its hideous bloody mouth and wanted to devour everything mercilessly.

The green fire rushed along the sea surface, sweeping across the entire Volantis fleet with a devastating force, leaving the fleet no chance to breathe. One warship after another was drawn into the burning green vortex, from bow to stern, from mast to deck, without any escape.

In the blink of an eye, all the warships on the sea were engulfed by the blazing green flames and fell into an endless sea of ​​fire.

The blazing green flames soared into the sky, and the billowing black smoke was filled with strange green light, covering the sky and the sun. The high temperature made the air distorted, the metal was burned red, and the wooden boards made crackling sounds.

Some lucky warships happened to be in the grid of the green flames and were not contaminated by wildfires for the time being, but the people on the ships were still in shock.

Some slaves jumped into the sea to save themselves in this desperate moment. They struggled desperately in the boiling sea water, and their cries for help came one after another.

More slave soldiers screamed in pain in the sea of ​​fire, running around, but there was nowhere to hide.

The wildfires floating at the location of the flagship were the most dense. Narik looked at the wildfires attacking him, his heart sank to the bottom, and despair followed him like a shadow. He didn't even have a chance to jump off the ship until the raging wildfires engulfed his flagship.

At this last moment, Narik's eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. He watched everything around him being mercilessly burned by the green flames, but he was powerless to save the situation. The scorching heat seemed to melt his soul as well, and the thick smoke choked him so much that he couldn't breathe.

The flagship shook violently in the sea of ​​fire, and the "crackling" sound of the burning wooden boards was like a countdown to death.

In the end, the green wildfire was like a devil's giant mouth, completely engulfing him and the flagship, disappearing in this burning ocean, leaving only billowing black smoke and ruins.

But for this sea area as a whole, because it was floating on the sea, the wildfire was relatively scattered and burned out after only a moment, but the outbreak just now also successfully ignited countless warships. Although these warships lost the support of wildfires, the wooden hulls were still ignited by the flames just now, and the hulls crackled and burned, and the slave soldiers on the ships fell into extreme panic and chaos.

Some warships with less damage, under the command of the captain, the slave soldiers quickly took action.

They picked up buckets and scooped water from the sea almost frantically, and then poured it hard on the blazing flames. Buckets of water were poured on the raging flames, and the splashing water flashed briefly under the reflection of the fire and disappeared in the hot atmosphere.

The slaves' arms were sore and trembling due to repeated high-intensity movements. Finally, with their unremitting efforts, the fire was gradually brought under control and gradually showed signs of dying down.

Some warships had large holes burned in their hulls by the flames, causing the seawater to rush in crazily, and the ships began to tilt and sway.

Seeing this, the slave soldiers knew that they were powerless to save the situation, and had no choice but to jump into the sea to escape.

Some of them were burned by the flames when they jumped into the sea, and some fell directly into the turbulent sea, with their lives uncertain. The whole scene was horrible, with cries, shouts for help and the roar of flames intertwined, making this sea area like hell on earth.

At this time, the surviving slave soldiers discovered an even more terrifying scene. The motionless fleet on the opposite side actually raised its sails one by one.