As his temporary base and Rhaenyra's territory, Dragonstone is the most suitable transfer station.
Mysaria understood what he meant and immediately went down to make arrangements.
As night gradually fell, bonfires were lit on Bloodstone Island. The survivors gathered around the fire, sharing limited food and water. Their faces were full of exhaustion, numbness, and confusion about the future after the disaster.
On the sea, the blood color where the Naga beast sank has long been diluted by the ocean currents, and only the remains of strange creatures that occasionally rise up remind people of the thrilling battle during the day.
Redd was sitting alone on a rock far away from the crowd, looking at the dark sea and the boundless starry sky.
King Ghidorah has landed in the open space behind him. The three heads are bowed and seem to be resting, but the six eyes are still shining with a faint golden light in the darkness, maintaining alertness.
Tormund escaped, taking with him his sea dragon and possibly a deeper secret.
Daemon's secret has been partially exposed, but he obviously has more cards up his sleeve.
Corlys is dead, and House Velaryon's future is uncertain.
The emergence of Naga descendants proves that the world is far more mysterious and dangerous than it seems.
And he himself dropped another crucial, blood-stained chess piece on Westeros's chessboard.
In the next step, will we continue to control the situation in secret, or will we gradually move towards the front of the stage?
Should you continue to use Rhaenyra as your banner, or... show a more independent stance?
Maybe the answer is not far ahead?
The night wind blows, bringing with it the low sound of the tide in the distant sea, like the irresistible and heavy echo when the gears of fate turn.
At the same time, on the other side, Tormund, who had successfully escaped the danger on a giant dragon, was galloping towards Summer Isles non-stop.
This mysterious and beautiful archipelago is located in the Summer Sea at the southern end of Westeros, like a bright pearl inlaid on the blue sea.
Summer Isles is composed of more than fifty emerald green islands of different sizes and shapes, each of which exudes unique charm.
These islands are like masterpieces of nature, covered with dense vegetation, lush and beautiful.
It is worth mentioning that the battleships that had been transferred here in advance and a large number of experienced crews are all gathered here at this moment.
This has become an ideal haven for them to take a break and escape the limelight - a relatively safe and difficult-to-find hiding place.
So, what is the reason why Tormund likes this place so much?
In fact, the answer lies in its special conditions: first, the situation here is extremely chaotic and piracy is rampant;
Secondly, and more importantly, there is an extreme lack of iron ore resources here. There is neither a large-scale pirate group nor a strong mercenary team stationed there.
Moreover, the weapons used by the local indigenous residents are basically simple tools made of wood or stone, which are almost indestructible to the well-equipped Tormund fleet!
On the Summer Sea, there are vast expanse of blue waves and bright sunshine, which is completely different from the gloom in the north of the Narrow Sea and the ruggedness of Stepstones.
The continuous emerald green islands are like emeralds scattered on blue velvet, the sea breeze carries the sweet fragrance of tropical flowers and fruits, and the climate is warm and pleasant.
However, this Summer Isles, which is described as a "paradise on earth" by the world, also has undercurrents surging under its calm appearance.
Tormund rode the injured "Raging Wave" and flew slowly at low altitude, looking for the gathering sea area he had designated in advance.
The condition of the sea dragon "Raging Waves" is very bad. Although the wounds left by the fight with "Caraxes" are no longer bleeding, the scales are open, the flesh is everted, and the flying posture is somewhat reluctant.
More importantly, it seems to consume a lot of money and seems a little sluggish.
Tormund himself was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally tense and scared.
But he steeled himself and scanned the dotted islands and sparkling sea below with sharp eyes.
Finally, in a hidden bay surrounded by two larger islands, forming a natural harbor,
He saw the densely packed silhouettes of ships with numerous masts - the more than 600 ships he had transferred in advance, as well as the core team on board.
Seeing that the fleet was safe and sound, Tormund felt a little at ease.
He drove the "raging wave" to land on a small deserted beach deep in the bay.
As soon as Hailong landed, he let out a low cry of exhaustion. He placed his huge head on the beach, closed his eyes, and began to use the warm sunshine and relatively safe environment to repair and recover himself.
Tormund slid down the dragon's back, his steps a little frivolous.
Several confidants who had been waiting here immediately came up to him, and when they saw his embarrassed appearance and the injured Hai Long, they all looked shocked.
"Boss! You're back! What... what's going on? That sea dragon..." an old pirate named "Bone" with a face full of scars asked in surprise.
Tormund waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
"We encountered some troubles, but they were all resolved. 'Wrathful Wave' was a little injured and needs to recuperate."
He didn't want to talk more about the thrills of Stepstones, especially about the black statue and the Naga beast. It was too unbelievable and could easily shake the morale of the army.
"How is the fleet? Is it exposed? Where are the supplies?"
"Don't worry, boss!" Another shrewd and capable deputy in charge of logistics, "Iron Hook", quickly replied,
"According to your instructions, we arrived separately and entered the bay in batches. We only said that a few small caravans joined together to take shelter from the wind.
The natives on the island did not dare to approach our fleet, and other sporadic pirates also took a detour when they saw our size.
The supplies are sufficient for the time being, and we exchanged some fresh water, fruits and food from the natives on the island. However, iron tools, weapons and medicines... are indeed scarce, and there are almost none on the island."
Tormund nodded, this was one of the reasons why he chose this place.
The lack of iron tools means that the indigenous people and sporadic pirates here cannot pose a real threat to them.
Although the core of their fleet is elite, most of the ships are stolen merchant ships and renovated. It is feasible to maintain the status quo and lie low and dormant for a period of time.
"Well done." Tormund patted "Iron Hook" on the shoulder, "pass the order, everyone should keep a low profile, not disturb the native people on the island, and temporarily stop all looting activities.
Repair the ships, train sailors, count the goods we grabbed, and see which ones can be exchanged with passing merchant ships (if any) or distant city-states for what we need.
Especially medicines, iron materials and... about dragon treatment methods or records." He glanced at the sleeping "Raging Waves" and added.
"Yes, boss!" Several leaders followed the order and left.