Lys looked at the bleeding messenger's head on the ground expressionlessly, as if this was just a normal thing.
He picked up the head with his left hand as easily as he picked up a chicken, and then handed it to the guard standing beside him unhurriedly.
"Get his head to Neptune as quickly as possible."
The voice inside Lys was cold and ruthless, as if this was not a living human head, but a worthless item.
The guard was obviously a little nervous. He carefully stretched out his hands and took the dead head.
The eyes of the head were still wide open, as if they were full of fear and unwillingness before death.
The guard didn't dare to take another look. He held his head tightly and quickly left the hall, fearing that if he walked slower, he would be scolded by his guilt Lys.
Redd was watching all this with a satisfied smile on his face.
He clapped slowly, appreciating Lys's decisiveness and cruelty.
"Well done, Lys." Redd said, "Pentos I'll leave it to you. I believe you can handle things here well."
Nei Lys quickly knelt down on his knees, lowered his head and said, "I am willing to serve my king!"
His voice was full of awe and humility, completely lacking the indifference he had when he raised his head just now.
Redd nodded with satisfaction, then stopped looking at Lys who was half-kneeling on the ground, turned around and walked out of the hall.
His steps were firm and powerful, as if the whole world was under his control.
It's time to deal with Braavos, Redd thought to himself.
He led the army to leave Pentos and advance toward Braavos.
The number of troops sent out this time was smaller than last time, but all the soldiers were not worried.
Because the huge magic dragon flying in the sky made all the soldiers understand that the outcome of this war was no longer in suspense.
Braavos's new Sea King stared at the messenger's lonely head that was sent back. Although there was a surge of anger in his heart, he did not let the anger go to his head and lose his mind.
After all, if something goes wrong, there must be a monster. He knew this truth well, so he immediately informed the subordinates who accompanied the envoy to Pentos,
If you want them to report what happened in detail, you must find out why the governors of Pentos have the courage to act like this.
After listening to reports from his subordinates, Neptune's doubts were gradually confirmed.
He can basically conclude that Pentos has surrendered to that Dragon King.
This news was like a thunder that exploded in his heart.
This means that a powerful Dragon King is about to rise again on Essos, and its momentum may not be stopped by anyone.
Everyone knows that the terror of the dragon cannot be described in words.
Whether it is the Scorpion or the dragon-shooting crossbow, these powerful weapons made by humans are so powerless when facing the huge adult dragon, and cannot cause substantial damage to it at all.
If they can't find an effective way to fight against the dragon, then the outcome of this war seems to be doomed, and they will be completely defeated.
Thinking of this, Neptune's brows furrowed tightly. He made an immediate decision and ordered all core members to be notified as quickly as possible to discuss countermeasures.
However, in the face of such a powerful dragon, although everyone racked their brains, they still could not think of a feasible way to deal with it.
The huge dragon-shooting crossbow is already the most powerful weapon that ordinary humans can create, and the magic of those so-called wizards is just a drop in the bucket in front of the magic dragon, and they cannot compete with it at all.
In the conference room, everyone was noisy and expressed their opinions, but no one could come up with a truly effective solution.
Finally, representative Iron Bank Stos finally broke the silence. He stood up slowly and said in a low and firm voice:
"Since we can't fight each other, perhaps peace is the best option."
These words exploded in the hall like thunder, everyone was so shocked that they held their breath for a moment, and the originally noisy hall instantly became silent.
People looked at each other and seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this proposal.
Neptune frowned, looked at Stoss, and asked, "The other party is Dragon King. Stoss, tell me, what should we do to impress him?"
Storrs replied without hesitation, "Money, a lot of money. Only with enough wealth can it be possible to make Dragon King change his mind."
This proposal was obviously an act of cutting flesh, and everyone present knew it.
However, facing such a powerful enemy as Dragon King, they seemed to have no better way.
In an atmosphere of silence and depression, Neptune finally sighed helplessly and accepted Stoss's suggestion.
So, Neptune sent an envoy again. This time, the envoy's posture was completely different from before.
He looked very humble, kneeling on one knee and bending down to speak throughout the whole process. He didn't even dare to speak too loudly for fear of offending Dragon King.
After hearing the envoy's proposal to compensate him with money and withdraw his troops, Redd never thought of agreeing and expressed his attitude:
"What I want is surrender. Go back and tell Neptune that surrender is his only way out. He only has one day to think about it."
After that, he blasted the messenger out without mercy.
After hearing what the messenger brought back, Neptune's heart was filled with anger, but his expression did not change at all.
He knew that he had prepared for the worst, and no matter what difficulties he faced, he would never lack the courage to fight to the end.
However, when the battle actually started the next day, Neptune realized how ridiculous his previous idea was.
He originally thought that with hundreds of thousands of well-equipped soldiers, he should be able to fight the enemy.
But the fact made him stunned - the size of those three dragons was simply beyond imagination!
These three demonic dragons are over a hundred meters long and have a wingspan of over three hundred meters. They are like three moving mountains on the battlefield, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
In comparison, human soldiers are as insignificant as dust in front of them.
Every time the magic dragon sprays Dragonfire, it is like a devastating disaster.
The blazing flames could easily take away the lives of dozens or hundreds of people, and the continuous spitting of Dragonfire caused countless soldiers to be wiped out in an instant, as if they had never existed.
In just a few breaths, several phalanx soldiers completely disappeared under the ravages of the dragon.
These hundreds of thousands of soldiers could not even hold on for ten breaths before they began to rout.
They screamed in terror, desperately trying to escape from this nightmare.
Neptune stood there blankly, completely losing his former majesty and confidence.
His mind went blank and he could not accept the reality in front of him.