"Prince Daemon has only completely tamed Wild Dragons in recent years. It is said that its nest is in the most remote and dangerous volcanic fissure. It is extremely ferocious. Previous attempts to tame the dragon failed until Prince Daemon took action himself.
"She supplemented the information she had gathered in a low voice, "It was named 'Caraxes'. Prince Daemon seems to have used this name to commemorate the previous dragon."
"Caraxes..." Redd repeated, his eyes lingering on the dragon body covered with bone spurs for a moment.
This name is quite appropriate. Daemon changed to a dragon that is more fierce and more in line with his current state of mind? This is an interesting sign.
Daemon himself is riding on the back of "Caraxes", located at a slightly lower height.
He was wearing dark leather armor and a cloak with the Targaryen family emblem embroidered on it. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were constantly scanning the Corlys fleet, the Redd fleet, and the vast sea below.
He has no command authority, the Driftmark fleet will not listen to him at all, and the Dragon King fleet will not pay attention to him.
He was like an unnecessary bystander, which made the depression and anger in his heart even more intense.
Especially when he saw Redd's calm and calm appearance, as if he had everything under control, and King Ghidorah's suffocating figure, they all made him feel extremely uncomfortable and... jealous.
"With the order sent, the forward reconnaissance fleet fanned out to search for islands and bays where Tormund and its main force might be hiding.
The main fleet maintains its formation and advances slowly." Corlys finally gave the order, and the voice was transmitted through semaphores and horns.
The Driftmark fleet began to move in an orderly manner, like an awakening python, slowly swimming towards the Stepstones dotted island group.
Redd nodded to the commander of his own fleet, and the Dragon King fleet also adjusted its course to stay on the flank of the Driftmark fleet, both as a support and to maintain relative independence.
Daemon drove "Caraxes" to lower its height, almost flying along the sea surface, causing white waves.
He seems to be showing his existence in this way, or he may be looking for something.
The operation to exterminate the pirates officially began in this strange atmosphere of everyone's own agenda and mutual distrust.
The only sound on the sea was the sound of wind, waves and the roar of ships breaking through the waves, which was so repressive that it made people breathless.
Everyone knows that the real battle has not yet begun, and the undercurrents within the fleet may be more dangerous than the hidden pirates.
King Ghidorah's three heads turned slowly, and its six eyes looked in different directions - Corlys's flagship, Daemon and "Caraxes", as well as the depths of the archipelago where the fog was gradually rising ahead.
It let out a low and long neighing sound. The sound was not sharp, but it seemed to carry some ancient rhythm, penetrating the sea breeze and making everyone and the dragon who heard it feel frightened.
Stepstones, this maze composed of countless broken islands, reefs and caves is opening its silent mouth, waiting for this group of "hunters" with their own evil intentions.
The prey, Tormund, may have already set a trap.
In fact, Corlys had already revealed the fleet's march route to Tormund, and asked him to lead the fleet to temporarily evacuate Narrow Sea to avoid possible risks and troubles.
At the same time, Corlys also carefully planned a series of plans: sending some pirates to lurk in the areas around Stepstones to act as "scapegoats";
The enemies that really need to be dealt with are just those insignificant minions - after all, this so-called pirate eradication operation is just a formality and show-off!
As long as you can kill a few insignificant "small fish and shrimps" and submit them to the superiors as the results, you're done!
After receiving this important information, Tormund immediately began to deploy related matters.
First, he decisively selected the most elite and powerful troops from the original pirate team and ordered them to quickly leave their current location and sail to a safe area.
Immediately afterwards, Tormund personally stayed and commanded the remaining few most maneuverable warships to stay on standby.
Not only that, Tormund also came up with a brilliant idea:
He used the large amount of wealth and resources accumulated through his years of plundering to acquire many robbed merchant ships, and slightly modified them to make them look more like regular warships.
After a lot of hard work, they successfully pieced together more than 300 "fake warships" that looked mighty and majestic but were actually vulnerable!
Facing this motley army in front of me, which is composed of people of all colors and whose equipment is so crude and worn that it looks like it was picked up from a scrap recycling bin, as well as the pile of warships that look like scrap metal,
Tormund was secretly thinking about how to fight this battle successfully so that he could successfully complete the mission without revealing his true intentions?
Finally, he made up his mind to launch a battle with this group of guys who were a mixed bag of good and bad, good and bad, and could even be said to be a complete mess with no fighting ability at all.
But the final result will definitely end in failure - of course, this kind of defeat is not a real defeat but a strategic retreat!
When the time is right, he will lead everyone and go straight to the Summer Sea to go happily...
In this way, not only can brother Corlys get the credit and honor he deserves so that he can return to his superiors,
It won't cause too many unnecessary suspicions and suspicions. It can be said that everyone is happy with the best of both worlds!
Stepstones Outskirts, the foggy sea area.
Tormund's "fleet" - if the more than 300 ships that were barely renovated and pieced together from merchant ships, fishing boats and even some old galleys can be called a fleet - are gathering in a relatively open sea in a chaotic manner.
Most of the sailors were temporarily recruited desperadoes or low-level pirates, with poor discipline and various flags. They looked majestic, but were actually chaotic.
Tormund stood on the flagship of a stolen merchant ship Lys, which was one of the more decent merchant ships, and frowned.
He had a thick black beard, his skin was burnt bronze by the sea breeze and the scorching sun, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
He is not worried about his brother Corlys's fleet. There is a tacit understanding between them. This is just a show for King's Landing.
But those two huge shadows in the sky made him feel deeply uneasy.
"Dragon King" Redd's King Ghidorah, three heads looming in the clouds and mist, like a world-destroying beast from mythology.
Prince Daemon's "Caraxes" was hovering at a lower altitude, its ferocious appearance covered with bone spurs full of aggression.
The two dragons were the biggest variable outside of his plan.
"Boss, Velaryon's fleet has arrived! And those Eastern ships!" the lookout screamed.