As long as Volantis is impregnable, there is no need to launch a large-scale land war on the southern front for the time being.
After careful consideration, I deeply realized that relying solely on the magic dragon and those improvised armies could not sustain it for a long time.
Therefore, the top priority is to speed up the preparation of a large-scale and extremely loyal direct army.
Only in this way can we lay a solid foundation for achieving true imperial hegemony in the future.
This will avoid repeating the same mistakes and falling into the embarrassing situation of "there is no dragon but no elite soldiers and generals".
As they were about to set off, Redd decided to take a very intimidating action - letting the two huge and majestic dragons that had just arrived circle and soar repeatedly in the sky of Volantis, and continuously make deafening roars.
This move is undoubtedly to convey a clear and strong signal to Myr and Lys in the distance:
Although I am ready to travel far, my strength is still extremely strong. If anyone dares to act rashly, they will immediately feel the devastating blow from the raging flames from the dragon's mouth!
Immediately afterwards, Redd entrusted Volantis's solid city wall fortifications and the two mighty and majestic dragons to the loyal, reliable and experienced General Douglas.
At the same time, he deliberately left a total of 20,000 battle-hardened soldiers as defenders, and issued an unquestionable death order:
"We must defend this city no matter what! If you can't even do this little thing, then come to me with your head in front of you!"
Finally, Redd climbed onto the huge King Ghidorah beast without hesitation, drove it straight into the sky like a burning meteor, and then galloped towards the north without hesitation.
At this moment, he knew very well that the upcoming battle of Qohor would definitely become a crucial decisive battle of epoch-making significance.
Because this battle is not just about whether you can successfully capture a specific city, but more importantly,
Only by completely defeating the hostile forces in front of us can we break through the many traps deliberately laid by the many enemies hiding in the dark.
Thereby announcing to the world in an unrivaled manner to the vast Essos:
Any conspiracy or conspiracy that attempts to challenge the supreme authority of the great Dragon King through protracted war or other insidious means will eventually collapse and be wiped out in the face of that unparalleled terrifying force!
In that future world full of unknowns and miracles, an extremely powerful empire is quietly rising.
This empire not only relies on the power of shadows that soar in the sky, but also longs for the imprint of unwavering and loyal footsteps that set foot deep in the earth.
The starting point of all these grand plans comes from using the amazing Gravity Beams of King Ghidorah to dispel the endless haze shrouded in the dark underground river of A. Noi.
When King Ghidorah's three-headed dragon, which was as huge as a mountain and covered half of the sky, suddenly appeared above A Noi,
The already sluggish slave army suddenly became energetic as if they had been given a shot of blood, but then they were overwhelmed by a deeper and solemn feeling of awe.
I saw the titan-level behemoth that had been rumored for a long time but few people had seen its true appearance slowly descending towards the edge of the ruins of the city-state.
Its majestic body weighing more than a thousand tons even made the vast land beneath its feet tremble slightly.
Standing on King Ghidorah's broad back covered with a thick layer of rock-hard scales, Redd jumped down like a god of war descending into the mortal world.
His pair of sharp and cold eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world were like two bolts of lightning flashing across the void, striking straight and hard.
At this moment, Marcus was kneeling on his knees and lowering his head deeply, not daring to show any signs of neglect.
For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and no other sounds could be heard except for the occasional sound of wind blowing by my ears and the sound of Rhoyne water flowing in the distance.
"Marcus," Redd's voice is low and steady, as if it contains endless power and majesty.
Although the volume was not loud, the coldness in his words was like a biting cold wind, blowing mercilessly through the ears of everyone present, making people feel chilly.
Facing such a powerful Redd, Marcus lowered his head, his body was trembling slightly, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.
He knew that he was in extreme danger at this moment, and a slight mistake could lead to death.
However, no matter how frightened and uneasy he felt, Marcus also understood that there was absolutely no room for argument at this time - after all, the facts were before him:
Due to his hesitation and slow action, the entire legion was trapped in a desperate situation and trapped in this desolate and ruined land.
Redd's sharp falcon-like eyes were locked tightly on Marcus, like two sharp lightning bolts that seemed to penetrate the other person's soul.
Being stared at by such eyes, Marcuston felt the pressure doubled, like a heavy mountain pressing on his spine, making it almost impossible to straighten his body.
After a moment of silence, Redd finally spoke again, "You will still be responsible for the position of Pioneer Officer."
His tone was as calm as water, with no fluctuations audible, but the coercion contained in it did not decrease at all but increased.
Immediately afterwards, Redd continued with a slightly higher tone, "But remember, this is your last chance.
Immediately reorganize the army and prepare for war with all our strength. We must ensure that we can smoothly move north to attack Qohor City. If anything goes wrong again... you will be responsible for the consequences!"
Hearing this, Marcus was shocked and quickly bowed and saluted in response:
"I will obey His Highness's will! I will go all out and fight to the death to repay Your Highness for your kindness, and to make meritorious deeds and live up to Your Highness's love!"
As he spoke, Marcus's voice trembled slightly, but the determination and perseverance revealed in it were clearly discernible.
Without any intention of stopping, the mighty army of more than 60,000 slaves took action quickly under the strict orders of Redd. They hurriedly packed up their camps.
Then he marched north without hesitation, and his destination was the city of Qohor located in the northeast.
At this moment, on a distant hill, a group of Dothraki clan scouts were closely watching the movements of the majestic army below.
When they saw this huge army set off again, they couldn't help but feel an unspeakable feeling of fear in their hearts.