Several more dragon roars rang out. The sound was powerful and majestic, as if it could penetrate people's bones. Everyone at the port involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked up, with a mixture of awe and unconcealable fear on their faces.
Even the experienced sailors couldn't help but hold their breath at this moment, and followed the figure of the giant dragon closely.
At this moment, Rhaenyra also rode her dragon Syrax to catch up, as if she came specially to join in the excitement of setting sail.
With her arrogant temperament, she made a special show of riding a dragon in the air - first she made a neat spin, then she swooped down suddenly, and then she opened her mouth and spat out a fiery Dragonfire, which seemed a bit like a demonstration.
That series of cool movements instantly caught the attention of everyone at the port, and many people exclaimed in exclamation.
In the eyes of Redd, this behavior is really childish, and he is clearly showing off his ability to control the dragon to everyone.
Perhaps others will be attracted by her thrilling and gorgeous performance, but Redd has no emotions in her heart, and even just wants to say "haha" twice.
After all, he himself has ridden a dragon and knows very well what it really feels like to ride on the back of a dragon.
The scales covering the giant dragon's body are extremely hard. If one accidentally touches it or the posture is not adjusted correctly, the crushing feeling is enough to make any man experience unspeakable discomfort.
Moreover, being at a high altitude, when the giant dragon flies through at high speed, the airflow around it is surprisingly strong.
Without any protection, if the dragon driver does not lean over the dragon's back tightly, the strong air current can blow the person staggering around, or even lift the person off the dragon's back, and even the clothes on the body may be torn by the air current.
Especially when the dragon rushes above the clouds, the temperature there is extremely low. If the dragon driver is not strong enough, he will not be able to withstand the biting cold. In the long run, it may even be life-threatening.
Therefore, the dragon driver can only be truly relaxed when he is walking leisurely and does not need to make complicated movements.
Rhaenyra's dazzling skills at the moment seemed to him to be nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment show of strength.
Redd ignored this arrogant fiancée. At this moment, he was thinking about taking over Dragonstone.
In addition to the more than thirty knights, the remaining sailors, servants and slaves in his current team totaled less than five hundred people.
To take over such a huge island as Dragonstone, the manpower is obviously far from enough.
However, Redd did not plan to recruit an army. He felt that just a simple escort team, coupled with some management talents who could handle various trivial matters, would be enough - after all, the three giant dragons were his most powerful "army".
He was convinced that as long as these three dragons were present, even if a hundred thousand troops invaded, they could be easily defeated.
The fleet sailed at an extremely fast speed, and the huge golden three-headed pattern printed on the sails sounded in the wind, which was particularly eye-catching.
On the way to Dragonstone, God seemed to be particularly blessed, and it was a smooth wind the whole way.
Even if there is an occasional calm moment, Redd will let King Ghidorah create some storms and use the wind to push the fleet forward.
From the captain to every crew member, they all felt that this voyage was the most relaxing one they had ever experienced.
You only need to control the direction of the ship, and there is no need to adjust the sail frequently, which saves effort and worry.
This is definitely the fastest and smoothest voyage in their careers. Everyone's face is somewhat relaxed and comfortable, and they are less tired and anxious from previous voyages.
Although the speed of the fleet is not slow, and it can be considered swift when riding the wind and waves, it is still much slower than those flying dragons in the sky, like a tortoise and a hare. There is a clear gap.
Rhaenyra is not a person who can hold back her temper. She couldn't stand this slow pace. It didn't take long before she couldn't hold it any longer. She rode her Syrax and took the lead in flying in the direction of Dragonstone, leaving the fleet far behind.
Departing from the port of Maidenpool, the fleet sailed at sea for nearly two days, and finally saw the vague outline of Dragonstone on the distant sea level.
The reason why we are so certain that this is the destination is because of the two active volcanoes on the island that are constantly spewing black smoke. The billowing smoke is like two giant black pillars, rising straight into the sky. It is particularly conspicuous between the sky and the earth, and it is astonishingly easy to recognize.
You know, within the entire Narrow Sea range, only Dragonstone has such a unique active volcanic landscape.
Since the fleet could already see Dragonstone from the ship, the observation deck on the island must have already spotted the approaching fleet.
Redd looked at the increasingly clear outline of the island in the distance, and secretly wondered if the arrogant fiancée Rhaenyra would put down her airs to welcome him.
The facts were just as he expected. As the fleet continued to approach, the guards on the Dragonstone watchtower had already locked onto them through telescopes, and immediately reported the news to Rhaenyra.
At first, Rhaenyra was a little hesitant, saying that he did not want to greet him, and his face was full of arrogance.
However, under Laena's gentle persuasion, she finally relaxed and reluctantly got up, preparing to wait at the port.
When the fleet sailed slowly towards the port of Dragonstone, Redd stood on the bow and saw Rhaenyra and Laena coming to greet them from a distance.
This surprised him a little, because after all, he had always felt that his relationship with these two people was not that close.
Just as Redd was about to get off the boat, suddenly, a deafening dragon roar echoed through the sky.
He suddenly looked up and saw a light silver-gray giant dragon in the sky swooping towards him with its claws and fangs bared.
The giant dragon was fierce and obviously in an attack state, as if it would spit out blazing flames in the next second.
However, just when the dragon was still a hundred meters away from Redd, a dazzling golden thunderbolt came as fast as lightning and hit the swooping dragon directly.
In an instant, everyone witnessed this astonishing scene - the originally ferocious dragon froze in mid-air as if it had been electrocuted, and then fell straight down.
Fortunately, the location of the fleet at this time happened to be the port of Dragonstone, and the dragon finally just fell into the sea without causing much damage.
Moreover, judging from the power of the golden thunder and lightning just now, King Ghidorah obviously did not use all his strength. Otherwise, this blow may not only temporarily paralyze the dragon, but also cause it more serious damage.
Redd stood on the shore of the port, quietly watching the dragon and the man falling into the sea, with a sarcastic smile on his face.