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Chapter 364 Battle of Myr
Chapter 364 The Battle of Myr
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the war was approaching step by step.
A fleet of dozens of ships set off from the Stepstone Islands, bypassed the disputed area where Telos was located, and plunged straight into the Lys Sea like a sharp sword.
Lees, port.
One hundred pirate warships sailed out of the port, organized tens of thousands of mercenaries, and led the army to block the enemy fleet.
The two sides looked at each other from a distance, and war was about to break out.
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A sharp and piercing roar suddenly appeared, and a scarlet dragon shadow with wide wings and a snake-like neck pierced the clouds, soared over the vast sea and launched a charge.
Boom—
Threads of scarlet dragon flames fell from the sky and attacked the pirate ship of the Three Women Kingdom.
Woooooo—
The melodious horn sounded, and dozens of warships with seahorses and red crabs lined up in an orderly manner. The trebuchets on the deck were prepared, and kerosene lit the stones for projection.
“Counterattack! Surround them!”
Angry curses came from the Three Women's Kingdom, and the scorpion crossbow on the deck was filled with stainless steel spears, aiming at the enemy fleet and the dragon in mid-air.
“Dragon Flame!”
Daemon looked calm as he controlled Corakxiu's agile movements.
He wore a jet-black dragon scale armor with a red cloak on his back, and served as the commander of the Battle of Lys on the battlefield.
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Colakxiu screamed sharply, reverberating like sound waves, swaying his slender body and soaring, aiming at the endless stream of dragon flames sprayed by the pirate ship below.
“Fire the crossbow!”
On the side of the pirate ship, a fierce and strong man with curly red hair and olive skin pulled out a scimitar and ordered the mercenaries to fight back in an orderly manner.
Sharak Lohar, a mercenary captain from Myr, is currently the Admiral Commander of the Third Daughter Kingdom.
Daemon looked at him with sarcasm in his eyes and gave the order: "Dragon Flame!"
Corakxiu screamed continuously, flapped a pair of broad scarlet wings, and the dragon flames like fire pillars swept across the pirate ships.
It is a dragon experienced in naval battles. It knows how to avoid crossbows in roundabout ways and protect itself and its driver.
In comparison, the Three Women's Kingdom was slightly passive and was thrown into disarray by a blood worm.
There were a large number of mercenaries, but they had basically no experience in fighting dragons, so they were in a panic.
“Aim the crossbow arrow at the dragon in the sky. If you are blind, take it down and stuff it into your buttocks!”
With a fierce look on his face, Sharak kicked away the panicked crossbowman on the deck, held the steering wheel himself, and aimed at the blood worms in the sky.
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Chose an opportunity for the blood worms to swoop down and spit out dragon flames. A sharp look flashed in Sarlacc's eyes, and he pressed the launcher directly.
The stainless steel spear flew out with a swish, approaching the unsuspecting Bloodworm.
Damon was commanding the fleet to attack the Three Women's Kingdom's front line, and a chill instantly hit his heart.
…
Colakxiu seemed to sense the danger, turned around and took off into the air with a swish of his tail, subconsciously diving into the clouds to avoid the enemy's sight.
The stainless steel spear arrived in an instant, grazing its slender dragon tail without causing any damage.
Damon looked back at the pirate ship firing crossbows, his eyes almost frozen to the core.
“Launch!”
The next second, more and more fine steel spears came, as dense as a drizzle, forcing Colakxiu, who was preparing for revenge, to retreat again.
“Damn idiot!”
Daemon cursed secretly and turned back with the dragon.
At this time, the warships flying the flags of the Velaryon and Celtigar families lowered their horns and rammed into the pirate ships of the Three Women Kingdom as if their lives were in danger.
Boom! boom! boom!
Warships collided one after another, with wood chips flying across the ship. Some people screamed and were smashed into a pulp, and some people lost their balance and fell into the sea.
It was nothing more than pulling out their weapons and starting a **** sea fight.
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That night.
Less, temporary dragon lair.
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A low dragon roar sounded, and along with the clatter of chains, Mogul, who was imprisoned in the depths, fell into a rage.
The huge dragon opened its dragon's kiss, and a mouthful of accumulated gray dragon flames spurted out, trying to burn everything in front of it.
A group of small bugs bothered it day and night, and it was almost tired of eating.
In front of the bronze gate, a group of mercenaries were used to seeing the ownerless wild dragon getting angry.
“Hurry, tame it soon.”
Pan Luoba’s face was full of excitement, and his tone could not conceal his excitement.
A thin old man with gray beard stood beside him, staring at the dragon with his cloudy eyes, and said hoarsely: "Hundreds of Valyrian descendants have been sacrificed, and the dragon's wisdom and endurance are constantly being worn away."
The old man was wearing a dyed red robe, holding a scepter in his hand, and his skin was as pale as paper.
Ban Luoba was respectful and asked: "Priest Rus, will you send someone to tame the dragon tonight?"
The old man is a blood wizard. He crossed the Dothraki grass sea alone to find Lys and temporarily worked for him.
It provides the plan of [blood sowing] and the method of using some kind of blood witchcraft to kill the dragon's will.
Ross shook his head and said rationally: "The wisdom of dragons is no less than that of humans. Relaxing it appropriately will be more conducive to subsequent taming."
After giving some careful instructions, the old priest left with his scepter in hand.
Pan Loba was full of anticipation and rubbed his hands with interest.
His mercenaries came to report: "The Iron Throne fleet attacking the sea was defeated. Daemon of Targaryen was unwilling to attack with a dragon, threatening that there would be a second confrontation."
Penrobar sneered and joked: "We have occupied the Stepstone Islands, and the narrow sea lanes and trade are blocked. Could Targaryen send a few dragons to attack Lys alone?"
After thinking about it, I was still a little worried and ordered: "Pay attention to the direction of Volantis, those guys are eyeing Lys."
“Yes, Governor.”
“Send a message to the governor of Tyrosh. The Iron Throne is likely to divide its forces to attack, and ask them to strengthen their defenses at sea.”
Benroba was cunning. He remembered what Johanna had said about the two armies of the Iron Throne, and immediately thought that another fleet would attack the island castle Tyrosh.
The Targaryen crown prince used this underhanded method.
The last time it was Reese who split up his forces to attack secretly. …
As Bambaro expected, there was also a naval battle in the waters of Tyrosh.
Ten warships flying the Seahorse flag boldly attacked Tyrosh's patrol ships, and a small naval battle broke out.
The Velaryon fleet was victorious and wandered around the disputed area to pick out lone patrol ships and snipe them.
The Tyroshi Great Lord, Milov Stroh, was furious and personally led thirty warships in pursuit.
After a fierce naval battle, the Velaryon fleet was sunk.
At this point, the two Iron Throne fleets that were separated from the Stepstone Islands were destroyed one after another.
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mil.
A gulf city-state built on the continent of Essos and occupying a favorable location.
Governor's Palace, meeting hall.
Without Kuedou Atta, only one old man and one young man were left in the governor's meeting.
They were not discussing how to tame a dragon, nor how to face an attack from the Iron Throne.
The Valyrian descendants of Myr sent many to Lys, and whether they succeeded or not depended on fate.
The city-state itself stands on the mainland. If the Iron Throne's army wants to attack, it must bypass Tyrosh's blockade and cross the entire disputed land.
The dark-skinned old man with purple-dyed hair said in a dull voice: "It's time to elect a governor to replace Kuedou. The rich people in the city are always keeping an eye on this position."
The black-haired young man agreed: "The Carlos family said they would give us a large sum of gold to cover the debt owed to the Iron Bank. You are very generous."
When mentioning the Iron Bank, the dark-skinned old man's face turned darker, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's a pity that the Unsullied were betrayed by the Sea King of Braavos."
That is an army of five hundred Unsullied, and the price is more expensive than hiring five thousand mercenaries.
The old man and the young man discussed without hesitation, and even included Kui Dou's inheritance, planning to sell his wives, concubines, and children in exchange for money.
Not long after, a waiter came to deliver a letter and handed it into the hands of the dark-skinned old man.
The dark-skinned old man read with squinted eyes and dismissed it: "Bambaro is just a jerk. Myr's position is so easy to fight. We won't be the only ones to persist to the end of the **** war."
The black-haired young man took the letter and sneered: "There are dozens of warships stationed at the port. What will happen if the Iron Throne's fleet comes?"
The only thing they worry about is the dragon.
If the king of the Iron Throne went crazy and sent seven or eight dragons to burn the city, they would suffer heavy losses.
However, the scorpion crossbows in the city-state are not vegetarian.
I believe that the king of the Iron Throne has a weak character and will not dare to seize an Ashes city-state at the cost of sacrificing one or even several dragons.
Just when the old man and the young man thought they were sure of victory, a frightening dragon roar erupted.
A demonic dragon as black as coal soared into the sky above Lys. Its huge body covered the sky and the sun, and its roar echoed for more than ten miles.
miles, north wall.
Lega's eyes were as cold as frost, and he stood on the back of the dragon in a black robe, expressionlessly saying: "Dragon Flame!"
The Glutton roared fiercely, flapped its broad black wings and swooped down, aiming at the stone wall dozens of feet high and spraying dragon flames.
"ah!…"
“Run away quickly…”
The green dragon flames like smoke and mist descended like a flood. The soldiers who defended the city abandoned their helmets and armor and ran away. They were as fragile as dead leaves and perished in the sea of fire.
The gluttons didn't even look at these little bugs. They flapped their wings and stayed in the low altitude. The dragon's kiss sprayed rolling dragon flames, burning the stone city walls in a blink of an eye.
Zilala…
The temperature of the green dragon flame exceeds that of magma, melting steel and stone effortlessly.
With the sound of bubbling boiling water, the tall stone wall that even the siege engines could not break twisted and deformed, gradually melted and dripped, turning into pools of red solution.
Outside the city wall.
唰唰…
Five hundred Unsullied were ready to go, and behind them were two thousand Dauntless in black armor, marching in unison towards burning the collapsed city wall.
After them, Robb led eight hundred of the best men of the Second Sons, who were in armor and mounted on war horses.
In the same formation, two thousand armored and sharp valley knights held high the "Half Moon Eagle" flag, and their horses neighed restlessly.
At the very rear of the legion, a 5,000-man Pentos army mixed with mercenaries, Banners, and Dothraki cavalry was full of people. They all looked up at the dark dragon in mid-air in fear.
Such a means of siege has never been seen before.
As if in the blink of an eye, and as if a century had passed, a large piece of the stone city wall completely collapsed, and the soldiers guarding the city wailed and screamed.
The dark demonic dragon turned back, and a silver-haired boy stood on the dragon's back. Under the light of the sun, he looked like a **** overlooking all living beings.
Under the attention of everyone, Rhaegar's purple eyes were sharp, he raised his arms and shouted: "Send troops, Myr!"
“Oh oh…”
More than a thousand Dothraki cavalry were the first to respond. They followed the orders as if they were gods, drew their scimitars, screamed and galloped wildly.
The rest of the army followed closely behind, with the cavalry charging forward and the infantry following in stride.
Glutton roared fiercely, and its huge dark body soared towards the city of Myr. It lowered its head and sprayed a scorching torrent of green dragon flames to roughly clear the way.
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Its roar was like a signal. Dragon roars rang out one after another above the clouds, and several dragon shadows swooped down.
Red Queen Melias, bloodworm Coraxio, light silver sea smoke, light gray gray shadow...
The gluttonous dragon took the lead, and the green dragon flames bombarded the city.
“Dragon Flame!”
High Valyrian with different tones and colors sounded, and four magic dragons rushed into the city-state, spraying dragon flames wantonly.
The maritime power of the Three Women's Kingdom is indeed strong, and the three city-states watch and help each other.
However, if the army were to land from the port of Pentos and march to the coastal city-states through a detour, the resistance would not be as strong as a layer of window paper.
It will break with one poke!
The troops were divided into three groups, two as bait, and one as a lurking force, so that they could break the city on foot and on horseback.
The dragons dance wildly, gathering in Myr!
(End of this chapter)
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