Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The huge pustules on the tentacles were right in front of him. A corner of Paxter's orange-yellow hair was torn off in the fight just now. The bloody skin was uncovered on the back of his head. He fell to the ground and watched the tentacles move towards him. near.

"Earl!" shouted, and the attendant rushed over with a sword. He slashed at the extended tentacle with the sword. The sticky blood bubbles exploded, and the pus that had been dormant at the bottom of the sea for countless years was splashed onto the attendant's face. The temperature was extremely high. High, it surged up like boiling steam, and the attendant's face suddenly turned red. He dropped the sword in pain, covered his face, and screamed at his throat.

Another tentacle came over and the attendant's body was covered with a bang.

The whole process took no more than tens of seconds. When Paxter struggled to stand up, he saw that the personal guards of the Redwin family around him were hit by the sudden explosion of pus, and then were crushed flat by heavy tentacles.

He picked up his sword and ran back, shouting: "Don't panic, use arrows and fire! Burn these sea monsters to death!"

But the herald's mouth and his head had been crushed by the entangled tentacles, and the hull of the warship was also cracking bit by bit.

"Earl! Go quickly and leave in a boat!" A paddle officer ran over and used the tip of his shield to hit a small tentacle that was still fluttering and growing on the deck. This was one that had just been chopped off by the guards.

Paxter turned to look at the other side of the ship. Redwine's sailors used torches to disperse the tentacles protruding from the sea. The hot flames even burned a tail that was still jumping around, bit by bit under Paxter's eyes. Losing his vitality, he stuck to the deck of the ship, fluttering about, and stopped moving at all.

"Let's go," he choked, coughing several times in succession, "Burn the boat! Burn the boat! Quick!"

The Redwin fleet was still in chaos, but the loyal guards were still carrying out the count's orders. Dozens of guards held torches, burned down the masts and cabins, and burned away all the hidden supplies. Whether it was fear of the flames or lack of physical strength, except for a few large tentacles clinging to the left side of the ship's hull, countless small tentacles extending to the deck retreated and fled below the sea surface.

Paxter got on the boat, and the oar officer, who was still strong, quickly propped up the oars and used the strength of the hull to slide desperately to the rear of the fleet.

The Earl quickly waved, "You!" He shouted to his guards, "Escape quickly! Escape to the Harvest!"

"Yes!" Of course the guards did not forget to escape after executing the order. They held swords and threw their excess armor and helmets into the sea. Some smart people even cut open the bodies of the sailors and oarsmen, throwing away the intestines and flesh. Entering the sea, I wanted to use the smell of blood to paralyze the beings under the sea, and wait for an opportunity to escape quickly.

Paxter took off his half-helmet, looked at the funny grape vine pattern on it, and threw it into the sea. He leaned his head on the ship's board, watching his battleship fall into the sea of ​​fire, and watching the dark blue battle flag being destroyed by his own hands. .

"When we get back to the Harvest, we have to return to the Arbor Island immediately, Greyjoy, hahaha," he sneered, and the salty smell of the sea water didn't cover up the bitterness in his heart. "I didn't expect that these people would be waiting for me here. Sea monsters, really, really a bunch of Greyjoys." Paxter punched his chest with his fist, over and over again, as if he wanted to beat himself to death.

"It doesn't matter," Paxter seemed to be cheering himself up. He looked at the front of the fleet who was at a loss in panic and even fired crossbows at his own warship. He was glad that he did not lose his mind and used crossbows and slings. "The soldiers just didn't see each other, so they suddenly became confused. Don't blame yourself," he said to himself, "As long as I return to the Harvest, command the army to go back, and use the castle and knights to fight these madmen." Confrontation, uniting with Old Town, we will be sure."

Just as he was muttering to himself, he looked up to see the oar officer, who paused dully on the spot, his hands trembling, no longer rowing, but staring blankly at the sea.

No, it's the bottom of the sea.

Paxter looked over. Under the boat, through his own reflection on the sea, a flower with ten huge petals bloomed on the bottom of the sea. Counting them carefully, countless petals were still growing and tossing under the ten thickest petals. .

The flower bloomed on the bottom of the sea, revealing a huge sucking mouth, like the bloody mouth of a giant dragon, pointed at Paxter's face.

"No," he said only slightly.

"Plop! Boom!~"

Huge splashes of water emerged from the bottom of the boat, and Paxter was suddenly suspended in the air. Ten huge tentacles broke through the sea. In just a moment, without even hearing the calls for help from the earl and oar officer, Paxter and the boat sank to the bottom of the sea, returning to silence.

Only the ripples indicate that there have been waves here, but the traces are fleeting.

"The dead never die," Euron stared at the face of Aeron's corpse, which was pale and feeble. He stretched out his hand and put it on the bow of the Serenity, "Walking the ancient road, in the name of your king, with the blood of these stupid pigs in the Reach, Fill this sea!"

"Kill!!!~"

There were killing sounds in the sky above the Iron Fleet. The longships came out, and the big ships were behind. The entire Iron Fleet surged towards the Qingting Island Fleet, which was in chaos.

"Black wings, black news" Belle stood in front of the window, looking at the sky uneasily.

Gunthor disagreed, "I have seen that the size of Earl Paxter's fleet far exceeds the number of Euron Greyjoy's large ships. The iron race likes to use long ships to fight, and the tactics of going deep into the interior along the river are indeed good." , but in the depths of the ocean, the bigger the battleship, the better!”

"That's right." Garth also agreed. It was a rare occasion for the two brothers to be consistent on an issue and looked at each other with a smile.

Baelor Hightower forced a smile, "I hope so."

The maester stumbled, knocking over the maid's wine tray, climbing over the pork slices dropped by the cook, pushing away the guard who was in the way, and using his thin body to knock open the door, he shouted loudly: "Lord Baelor, Lord Baelor, Baelor."

"What's wrong?"

The maester took a deep breath, and regardless of why he was disrespectful in front of the earl's heir, he took out the letter from his sleeve and said, "News from Qingting Island, the Ironborn have landed and occupied the port."

"What?!" Before Baelor could respond, Garth snapped angrily, "How is it possible? How could the Ironborn suddenly run from the Shield Islands to our waters and land on the Arbor Island? What are you talking about with me? A joke, huh?”

Baelor glanced at Gunthor, who quickly stepped forward to stop Garth, "Calm down!"

The Heir Hightower looked at the maester, "Give me the letter."

He took the letter and read it carefully, his hands unable to stop shaking.

Belle was pale when she closed the envelope.

"What's the situation? Tell us," Garth asked hurriedly. "Is it a mistake? This must be false information. It must be a conspiracy of the Ironborn. These bastards of pirates and sea monsters like these eunuchs." trick."

"The letter said," Belle swallowed, "Qingting Island and our fleet." He hesitated, opening his mouth again and again in front of his two brothers.

Gunsor clenched his fists and tightened his body nervously, "Tell us, what happened to the United Fleet?"

"completely annihilated."