"Pah!"
He slapped himself in the face, causing the adjutant next to him to stagger in fright.
"My lord?! You--"
"Shut up!" Dawg Russ shouted, his voice changing the tone, "Give me the order! Everyone raise the sails! Go at full speed! Catch up with His Highness Dragon King's car! Immediately! Immediately!"
He rushed to the side of the ship and yelled at the dazed sailors on the lower deck, "You trash!"
What are you doing standing still! Raise the sail! Turn! If anyone is one step slower, I will throw him down to feed the fish!"
After cursing, he simply rushed down personally and kicked a sailor who was a little slower on the butt, causing him to stagger and roll under the mast.
"Waste! They are all waste! Dragon King His Highness just helped us destroy the enemy, and you just want to bask in the sun here?
Come on, everyone! If anyone dares to make His Highness wait a moment longer, I will skin him with my own hands!"
The sailors had never seen their general look like this.
Mr. Dawg, who was usually calm and cautious and spoke slowly and slowly, was now flushed with red eyes and wide-eyed. He cursed people more fiercely than the thugs on the street and kicked people harder than the bullies at the dock.
But they didn't dare to ask. They could only pull the sails and turn the rudder desperately, turning the huge warship at the fastest speed, and chased in the direction where King Ghidorah disappeared.
Dawg Russ stood at the bow of the ship, holding the railing tightly with both hands and staring at the distant skyline.
His lips were moving silently, and if you listened closely, you could vaguely tell what he was talking about:
"Loyalty... loyalty... go through fire and water... never give up... how do you say the oath of allegiance... you must say it nicely... you must satisfy His Highness..."
The sea breeze rustled his cloak and made the cold sweat on his forehead cool.
He had thought about it - if Redd was in front of him at this moment, he would not hesitate to rush over and hug Redd's thigh, shouting the most loyal pledge of allegiance in the most sincere and touching voice in his life.
All face, dignity, and reserve, go to hell. To be able to follow such a master is a virtue accumulated by our ancestors for eight lifetimes!
"Faster! Faster!" he roared again.
On the distant skyline, that small black dot has almost disappeared.
Dawg Lars stamped his feet anxiously, wishing he could grow a pair of wings and fly over.
And above the figure that was getting further away, Redd lowered his head and glanced at the fleet desperately chasing below, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Dawg That guy from Russ is quite active this time."
King Ghidorah The head in the middle turned around and let out a low whine, as if asking: Do you want to wait for them?
"No need." Redd patted its scales and said, "Let them chase it for a while. For some people, the harder they chase, the more they know how to cherish it."
King Ghidorah The three heads shook at the same time. I don't know if I understood it, but the speed was indeed a little slow - just enough to allow the fleet behind me to see the trace, but just enough to not catch up.
Redd laughed and scolded, "You do know how to play."
The giant dragon made a series of low sounds, like it was laughing.
The Dragon Head was moving at full speed through the waves. Dawg Russ stood on the bow, his eyes fixed on the looming black spot ahead.
The sea breeze made his cloak rustle, while cold sweat trickled down his back.
It's almost time to catch up.
He could see the figure of King Ghidorah slowing down in front. The three heads would occasionally turn around to glance at the fleet behind them, and then continue to move forward.
Dawg Lars knew that this was His Highness Dragon King waiting for them - to be precise, waiting for him.
"Everyone, listen!" He turned around and shouted to the busy sailors on the deck, "When we board Stepstones later, please cheer me up!"
If anyone dares to make any mistakes in front of His Highness, I will chop him up with my own hands and feed him to the fishes!"
The sailors were silent and nodded desperately.
Dawg Las turned to the adjutant next to him and asked in a low voice, "Look at me, how do I look? Is my cloak crooked? Is there anything dirty on my face?"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment and said cautiously, "Sir... there is sweat on your forehead."
"Wipe it off! Wipe it off quickly!" Dawg Russ hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve, straightened his collar, pulled on his cloak, and finally took a deep breath, trying to look calmer - even though his heartbeat was so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.
Stepstones ahead is getting closer.
It is an archipelago composed of more than a dozen large and small islands. The main island, Stone Step Island, has a flat terrain and has a simple dock and several wooden sentry towers.
At this moment, a group of people have gathered on the dock - they are the followers brought by Redd on this trip and the guards who landed in advance.
And everyone's eyes are looking in the same direction.
The black spot in the sky is falling.
King Ghidorah's wings slowly unfolded, and its huge body landed lightly on a flat rock at the highest point of the main island.
Even though it landed as gently as possible, the three hundred tons of weight still made the entire island tremble slightly, startling a flock of seabirds.
Redd jumped off the dragon's back, his cloak flying when he landed, feeling calm and relaxed.
He reached out and patted the hanging middle head of King Ghidorah. The dragon head immediately narrowed its eyes and made a comfortable low sound. The other two heads also came over and rushed to rub against his hand.
--If you haven't seen the scene just now with your own eyes, anyone can see that this is the owner teasing a well-behaved big pet.
On the pier, Dawg Russ's flagship slowly docked. Before the ship could completely stop, he jumped onto the pier and almost stumbled into the sea. Fortunately, the adjutant was quick to help him.
But he didn't care about this, threw away the adjutant's hand, took the cloak and ran to the high ground of the island.
He was panting all the way, his cloak was crooked, his collar was loose, and sweat was coming out on his forehead, but he couldn't care less.
Seeing Redd's figure from a distance, Dawg's legs went weak and he almost rolled over and threw himself over.
"Your Highness--Your Highness!"
He threw himself three steps away from Redd, bent his knees, and knelt down firmly. His forehead banged on the ground with a loud sound that made the surrounding guards look sideways.
"Your Highness! The last general, Dawg las, comes to see Your Highness!"
Redd turned around and looked at the general who was kneeling on the ground, shaking all over, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Get up."
"No, no, no, I don't dare!" Dawg Ras didn't dare to raise his head, his voice was trembling, "The general is incompetent! The general has betrayed His Highness's trust! The general... the general..."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he raised his head suddenly, his eyes turning red. "Your Highness!
I will swear to God that from now on, I will be loyal to His Highness, even through fire and water, even if I die! If you violate this oath, you will be struck by thunder from the sky, and you will not die a good death!"