Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Rumble! Rumble!

The continuous sound of guns echoed on Heishui Bay, and the sea breeze was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The successive roars of the more than 300 artillery pieces of the Stormland Fleet were like a deadly symphony, and the brilliant explosions seemed to open the gates of hell, devouring the souls of every dead person.

The sea surface has absorbed the blood of the soldiers, and it has become an unprecedented crimson.

"My lord, the Braavos want to flee."

"They can't run away." Lord Lucas Dayne ordered calmly, "give orders to Spirit, Swordfish, Seaflower, Guard Glory... to go after the Braavosi .The rest of the warships cleaned up the battlefield and prepared to land on Chaotou Island."

"yes!"

After giving the order, Earl Lucas turned his gaze to the sea in front of him again.

There are countless shipwrecks, corpses, and banners of various ironmen and Braavos floating on the sea.

Under the artillery bombardment of the Stormland Fleet, both the ferocious Iron Fleet and the arrogant Braavos Fleet suffered heavy casualties, almost completely annihilated.

Of course, the Stormland Fleet also paid a considerable price.

Both the Griffin and the Rose sank in the battle, and the rest of the ships were also damaged. As for the casualties, it is not yet possible to count them, but it is estimated that they are not a small number.

However, these casualties pale in comparison with the brilliant victories achieved.

The Iron Fleet was destroyed, and the Braavos fleet was severely damaged. Now the waters around Westeros are dominated by the Stormland Fleet.

They have become a veritable armada.

Whether it is the major lords of Westeros or the many free trade city-states on the other side of the narrow sea, if they dare to make an enemy of Caesar, they must bear the risk of their own waterways being cut off.

This is an extremely critical factor for those coastal and riverside cities that rely on ocean trade.

Earl Lucas has faintly noticed the possible far-reaching impact of this sea battle on Chaotou Island, and he can't help but feel a little complacent.

"My lord, what do you think that is?"

Earl Lucas was pulled back to the battlefield by the first mate's voice, and looked in the direction the other party was pointing at. He saw a thick and strange blood-red smoke rising from Chaotou Island. .

"It might be something that was burned." Earl Lucas didn't think too much, and ordered, "Notify all ships to prepare to land."

"yes!"

The Stormland fleet slowly turned around and headed towards Chaotou Island.

At this time, the sea water suddenly began to surge restlessly, stirring up high waves from time to time. The sea wind also became violent and violent, making the sails of the ship bulge.

"A storm is coming." The first officer said looking at the gloomy sky.

"Lower the sails and move on." Earl Lucas said calmly.

A little storm, naturally he didn't pay attention to it.

But soon, he realized that this storm was unusual.

Just a moment later, the sea water seemed to be boiling. Wave after wave hit the bow of the ship, as if the sea was roaring angrily.

The strong wind blew past, bringing a strong smell of blood and rancidity, and even made many battle-hardened soldiers vomit.

The originally sunny sky suddenly darkened at an extraordinary speed.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt suddenly exploded, followed by a downpour of rain.

The strong sea wind swept across the deck, easily sweeping all the movable materials into the sea. Although the sails had been lowered long ago, under the impact of the huge waves, the warship, which was still invincible just now, seemed to be toddling in front of a giant. little kid walking.

Earl Lucas clasped the side of the ship with both hands, barely able to stabilize himself on the violently shaking deck.

At this moment, he has realized that this storm is too wrong.

Could it be that the God of Storms was angry?

The strong wind that swept across the sea brought up huge waves. The battleships of these stormy fleets were like building block toys floating in the water. They were lifted high by the waves for a while, and even the bottom of the ship was almost out of the water at the highest point, and then smashed again. Down, the entire deck was submerged in the water, and it took a long time before it resurfaced.

Due to the heavy weight of the artillery originally fixed on the deck, some of them were directly swept into the sea during such violent turbulence, and some smashed through the deck and fell into the cabin.

"My lord, the Dreadnought! The Dreadnought!"

Earl Lucas wiped the seawater off his face, and looked at the Dauntless behind in the direction pointed by the first mate.

The thousand-ton warship was originally damaged in the battle, but now it suddenly encountered such a strange and strong storm, and it disintegrated in the middle of the bumps!

The huge hull was divided into two parts under everyone's horrified eyes, tilted high, and then slowly sank into the sea.

The tall mast slammed into the water, making a loud bang.

Hundreds of sailors fell into the water, shouting for help.

"Help someone!" Earl Lucas roared.

The nearby battleships approached one after another, throwing ropes one by one, trying to make the companions who fell into the water catch and climb.

Rumble!

Thunder roared, gusty wind gusts, and the entire Black Water Bay seemed to be boiling.

Earl Lucas also joined the rescue team.

It's just that when a person grabbed the rope he had put down and climbed up to him, Earl Lucas suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"You are not one of us!" he snapped. "You are the Ironborn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Earl Lucas immediately drew his long sword, and the ironman climbed onto the bow along the rope.

Chi!

The long sword slashed out, almost cutting off half of Ironman's face.

It stands to reason that with such severe injuries, even if the Ironborn survived, he should have fallen into the sea with howls.

But something weird happened.

The ironman in front of him rushed towards Earl Lucas without hesitation.

Caught off guard, Earl Lucas was really thrown to the ground by him.

At such a close distance, Earl Lucas could see the ironborn's face clearly——

It was a terrifying face.

Flesh and blood flew from one side, and the brains flowed turbulently, while the other half was white and swollen from blisters.

In the only remaining one eye, there was a blood-red light that did not resemble human beings.

"Hiss—" the ironman roared like a beast, biting Earl Lucas.

Fortunately, the attendant arrived in time, and with one sword he chopped off Tiemin's head.

"My lord, are you all right?"

"I didn't..." Count Lucas wanted to struggle to get up, but he was shocked to find that the headless iron man was still hugging him tightly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pinch his neck.

Chi Chi Chi.

The two swung their long swords continuously, cutting the iron man into seven or eight pieces, and only then let him "die".

"What the hell is this?" Earl Lucas gasped, obviously shocked.

The attendant thought of a certain catchphrase that the ironmen often talked about, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Pass, the dead don't die?"

"Bullshit can't die! If we can kill them once, we can kill them a second time!" Earl Lucas said coldly, "Notify everyone to be careful, those in the water may not all be our companions."

"yes."

Having said that, Earl Lucas was never at peace.

No one can calmly deal with such a strange scene.

He ran to the side of the boat and looked out.

On the surface of the dark sea, countless red eyes shone like stars weeping blood, surrounding them.

The storm continued, and the air smelled of blood and rotting corpses.

The entire Black Water Bay is like falling into hell.

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