The escape route is blocked, and the only exit is two ferocious Targaryen dragons and a fleet of ships eyeing them.
The air in the cave became more and more turbid as time passed. Although "Raging Waves" could temporarily obtain oxygen from the connected seawater gaps, he could not sustain it for long.
Food and water are also running out.
Desperate situation, real desperate situation.
Tormund leaned against the cold and rough rock wall, his fingers digging deeply into the cracks in the rock due to force.
His eyes were bloodshot, showing unwillingness, anger, and deep exhaustion.
My elder brother Corlys may not be able to protect himself and will no longer be able to lend a helping hand.
Are we really going to die trapped here, or are we going to rush out and be torn apart by those two dragons?
No! He Tormund Velaryon, even in the name of a pirate, would never be willing to die in such a useless manner!
In despair, Tormund suddenly remembered a past incident.
His eyes fell on a small object that he carried with him, carefully wrapped in a tarpaulin.
It was a "thank you gift" received after an almost mythical encounter many years ago... or in other words, a slim "hope".
With trembling hands, he untied the oilcloth, revealing a statue inside that was made of neither gold nor wood, had cold tentacles, was completely black, and had a simple and weird shape.
The statue is only the size of a palm, and it depicts not a human being, but a humanoid creature.
It has smooth lines, fin-like ears and extended limbs. Its face is blurry, but it exudes an ancient and mysterious aura.
This is the token left to him by the "Guide of the Sea" - the mermaid.
The other party once told that if there is an unresolvable life and death crisis and it is near the deep sea,
This statue can be smashed, and it will emit a special wave that will attract "powerful and ancient dependents" from the nearby sea area to come to help.
But there is only one chance, and the consequences are unpredictable, because the summoned existence may not be completely friendly, nor may it act according to the summoner's wishes.
"The powerful and ancient family..." Tormund murmured and repeated the words he heard back then.
What is it? Another sea dragon? A giant sea monster?
Or some other indescribable thing? He couldn't imagine it.
But now, apart from this slim hope, he has no other way to go.
Looking at the cold black statue in his hand, a fierce struggle flashed in Tormund's eyes.
Using it may lead to unknown and more terrifying existences, pushing the situation completely out of control.
But if he doesn't use it, he and "Raging Waves" will definitely die.
"Wrathful Wave" seemed to sense the decisive thoughts in his master's heart. He struggled to raise his head, looked at Tormund with his dark yellow vertical pupils, and let out a low sob that sounded like encouragement and farewell.
"... Gamble!" Tormund gritted his teeth suddenly, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by madness.
He raised the black statue high and used all his strength to throw it down towards the hardest rock on the cave floor!
"Crack--!"
A crisp but unusually melodious sound of shattering sounded, completely unlike the sound of ordinary objects breaking.
The statue shattered in response, turning into dozens of black fragments of different sizes.
However, the fragments did not scatter in all directions. Instead, the moment they landed, they seemed to be pulled by invisible forces and suspended in the air just inches above the ground!
Immediately afterwards, all the fragments lit up with a faint blue light, like the phosphorescence of the deep sea!
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a penetrating chill, instantly illuminating a corner of the cave.
A strange, indescribable wave, centered on the fragment, spread out silently like water ripples,
It penetrates rocks and seawater, and at far ultrasonic speeds, it quickly spreads to the deep sea connected to the caves, and to the wider and darker unknown sea areas!
After the fluctuation, the light on the fragments quickly dimmed and extinguished, and then fell to the ground like ordinary gravel, with nothing special about it anymore.
The cave had returned to its previous darkness and silence, except for the slightly rapid breathing of "Raging Waves".
It was as if nothing had happened.
Tormund stared blankly at the pile of dull debris on the ground, feeling a little confused and... panicked for a moment.
Is this the end? Was the summoning successful? Or failed? Where is the so-called "powerful family"?
Time passed by, and the noise of Daemon directing men to carry fuel and prepare for fire attacks could be heard faintly outside the cave, as well as the occasional, heart-stopping low hiss of King Ghidorah.
Just when Tormund was almost desperate, thinking that the summoning had failed, and was preparing to make a last ditch effort--
A brand new, indescribable feeling suddenly came from the direction of the deep sea connected to the cave!
It's not a sound or a sight, it's more like a... "tremor" that directly affects the depths of the soul!
It was as if there was some huge thing, awakened by the blue fluctuations in the extremely deep seabed, and slowly and heavily... began to move!
Immediately afterwards, the seawater in the cave began to undergo abnormal changes.
The originally relatively gentle water flow became turbulent, and the temperature seemed to drop sharply.
An older, colder, and deeper breath that does not belong to geothermal heat or "raging waves" quietly spreads out with the surge of sea water.
"Raging Wave" suddenly raised its head, its dark yellow vertical pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, and an unprecedented low growl emitted from its throat that was mixed with vigilance, fear... and a hint of strange resonance.
Its thick plate armor scales stood up slightly, and its body involuntarily assumed a defensive posture, but it seemed to be listening to some "call" from the deep sea that ordinary people could not hear.
Tormund's heart beat wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.
It's coming! It's really coming! The "thing" summoned by the statue... is approaching!
Is it a blessing? Is it a curse? No one knows.
But the only thing that is certain is that the situation of the siege on Gray Gallows Island will undergo earth-shaking changes that no one can predict due to the unknown variables coming from the deep sea.
Outside the cracks, Daemon's fire attack plan, Redd's patient siege, Corlys's anxiety...
Perhaps they will all become insignificant in the face of the coming existence of the deep sea.
Under the urging of Redd and Daemon, the crew began to pour barrels of fish oil and fire oil at the entrance of the cave, preparing to use fire attacks against Tormund and his sea dragon Fury Tide who were hiding inside.
Ordinary soldiers simply cannot fight against such a powerful creature. Entering the cave is tantamount to death.
King Ghidorah Although Gravity Beams cannot destroy the entire Ash Gallows Island, flame can be an effective weapon.
Even if the dragon can withstand the high temperature, I believe Dragonrider will not be immune. Even if he is a the Unburnt, the smoke will be enough to suffocate him to death.
Just when everything was ready and about to light the fire, an abnormal phenomenon suddenly appeared on the calm sea.