More importantly, Redd wants to see what kind of show Corlys is going to play.
He was almost certain that Corlys's so-called "personal search" was simply a cover for Tormund's escape or hiding.
Daemon is doubtful, but there is no way to force Redd.
He looked up at the three-headed giant shadow in the sky that was almost integrated with the leaden clouds, feeling both fear and desire in his heart.
If he could have such a powerful dragon... no, even if it was just the steam sea dragon, his power would be completely different!
At this moment, an officer from the Driftmark fleet hurried over and reported a few words in a low voice to the general staying at the camp (who was also Corlys's confidant).
The general's face changed slightly and he immediately walked towards Redd and Daemon.
"Master Redd, Prince Daemon," the general said after saluting, with a hint of excitement about "discovering a major clue" in his hurried tone.
"Our people discovered traces of fierce fighting in an extremely hidden fjord on the southwest side of Gray Gallows Island!
There were many shipwrecks, which looked like converted merchant ships used by pirates. There were also a lot of blood stains and scattered weapons.
The most important thing is..." He paused and looked at the two of them, "We found this on the rocks on the shore."
He handed over a scale that was the size of a palm, had irregular edges, was as thick as a steel plate, had a dull metallic sheen, and had a slight scorch mark and the smell of sulfur!
The texture of the scales is peculiar, definitely not that of an ordinary creature, and there is still a faint but clearly discernible... feeling of coercion belonging to the dragon type on it.
Daemon snatched the scales and examined them carefully, his eyes bursting with blazing light. "They are the scales of that strange dragon! That's right!"
This thickness, this texture... and this flavor! They beat it here!
Tormund and the dragon must have been injured, otherwise they wouldn't have left such obvious marks!"
Redd also took the scales, which were heavy and cold. His fingertips could feel that there seemed to be a trace of heat inside the scales that had not been completely dissipated.
The workmanship is very realistic and can even be said to be the real thing.
It seems that in order to create this "fake scene", Corlys spent a lot of money, even willing to take out the real dragon scales (or was it provided by Tormund?).
"What else was found at the scene?" Redd asked.
"There are also some... scorch marks burned by high-temperature steam, and the rocks show signs of melting.
In addition, in the depths of the fjord near the outlet, some larger scratches and impact marks similar to dragon claws were found, and the rocks were broken, pointing to the deep sea in the south."
The general replied, "Based on the traces, the battle should have occurred between last night and this morning. The opponent... was probably seriously injured during the breakout, and then forcibly fled in the Summer Sea direction."
"Escaped to the deep sea in the south?" Daemon immediately looked to the south, where the sea and the sky met, and the fog was hazy.
"Chase! We must chase! It's injured and can't run far! Where is Corlys? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
"Master Earl is personally conducting a survey at the scene and has ordered some speedboats to conduct preliminary tracking to the southern sea area." the general replied.
Everything seemed reasonable. Fierce encounters, pirates and sea dragons were injured and escaped, and the direction was clear. Corlys took the lead and directed the pursuit. A perfect script.
Daemon couldn't wait any longer and immediately ordered his fleet (although there were no ships) and the Driftmark ships that could be mobilized to pursue southward.
Redd rubbed the scales in his hands and fell into deep thought. It was so "perfect", so perfect that it seemed to have been carefully choreographed.
Battle traces, dragon scales, escape directions... all clues point to the south, drawing their attention.
Corlys personally "discovered" and "confirmed" it, increasing credibility.
But...King Ghidorah's sensing at high altitudes was vague, but it did not point clearly to the south.
That unique energy field seems to still be lingering near Gray Gallows Island, but it has become more obscure, almost blending into the environment.
Is King Ghidorah's induction interfered with by more sophisticated means?
Or is it that Corlys and Tormund played a more clever trick - hiding their real bodies and using some real scales and forged traces to create the illusion of fleeing south?
Redd raised his head, looked in the direction of King Ghidorah in the sky, and conveyed a clearer instruction through his mind:
Focus on monitoring Gray Gallows Island and its surrounding underwater areas, especially geothermal anomalies and obscure energy fluctuation points.
Also... look out for signs of large underwater creatures moving silently.
Then, he turned to Daemon and the Driftmark general, with an expression of approval on his face. "Now that we have found a clear clue, we naturally cannot let it go.
Daemon Prince, I will lead the elite fleet with you to pursue southward.
Corlys Earl is familiar with the sea conditions, so he and the main fleet are asked to continue searching here and serve as backup. At the same time, they can eliminate any remaining pirate forces and ensure the safety of the waterway.
We will use a two-pronged approach to ensure that Tormund and that sea dragon cannot escape."
His arrangement not only complied with Daemon's eager pursuit, but also left Corlys and his main fleet "reasonably" behind.
If Tormund really fled south, he and Daemon would chase him; if this was to lure the tiger away from the mountain, then Corlys would stay where he was.
On the contrary, it may reveal the truth, or create an "opportunity" for Tormund to truly evacuate (of course, this opportunity will be under the supervision of King Ghidorah).
Although Daemon wants to bring more ships with Driftmark, he feels that Redd's arrangement is considered safe. After all, Corlys is left behind to mop up and provide support.
He was eager to chase the dragon, so he agreed, "Okay! That's it! We'll set off immediately!"
Soon, a mixed pursuit fleet consisting of a small number of ships directly under Prince Daemon, some clippers from the Dragon King fleet, and a small number of reconnaissance ships sent by Driftmark, sailed away from Bloodstone Island and galloped towards the misty waters in the south.
Daemon rode on the back of "Caraxes" and flew in front of the fleet, his eyes burning as if he had seen the injured sea dragon and the secret at his fingertips.
Redd stood on a fast sailing ship of the Dragon King fleet. Looking back, the outline of Bloodstone Island and the huge main fleet of Corlys gradually blurred.
He gently tossed the cold dragon scale in his hand and raised an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Corlys Earl, the acting was good." He thought to himself, "I just don't know where the 'golden cicada shed' its shell fell off."
Let's see whether your disguise is better or King Ghidorah's perception..."
The fog on Gray Gallows Island seems to be getting thicker.
The real hunters and prey may not have left this seemingly "cleaned" sea area yet.
The game has entered a deeper level.
The channel ahead suddenly opened up, and under the gloomy sky was the endless Summer Sea with turbulent waves.