Under the moonlight, the huge three-headed dragon was lying next to the stone house, with its three heads drooped, as if it had fallen asleep.
Redd stood at the door, draped in moonlight, his figure stretched very long.
Dawg Las withdrew his gaze and walked quickly to the dock.
He had to check the fleet to make sure it could set off on time tomorrow morning.
And those prisoners - what if we can pry out some more information about the man in black robe from their mouths?
This night, the lights on Bloodstone Island were brightly lit.
Dawg Russ and his men were busy for most of the night, inspecting the fleet from beginning to end, and reading the news from Gray Gallows Island several times.
When it was almost dawn, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a nap against the side of the boat.
In the dream, he saw Redd riding King Ghidorah, hovering over Oldtown's Citadel.
The thousand-year-old city burst into flames, and countless men in black robes ran and shouted in the fire.
He woke up suddenly and found that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
The east has turned fish belly white.
In the distance, a low dragon roar came from the stone house. It was King Ghidorah calling Redd to get up.
Dawg Russ wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and shouted to the sailors who were preparing to weigh anchor, "Cheer up!"
Today we set off for Lys. If anyone dares to hold you back, I will throw him into the sea to feed the fishes!"
After yelling, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of Oldtown.
That side is still far away.
Since Daemon cannot be found, we can only turn the target back to Lys.
Redd stood on the back of King Ghidorah, overlooking the gray-blue sea below.
The clues point to Lys - where the man in black robe, Daemon, and everyone taken away by him went.
In this case, as long as you knock on the door of Lys city-state, everything will naturally come to light.
"Let's go."
He gently patted King Ghidorah's neck, and the dragon let out a low neigh, slowly spread its wings, and rose into the higher clouds.
On the sea below, Dawg Russ's fleet is sailing at full speed.
More than twenty warships lined up in two columns, their sails were fully bulging, and they cut through the waves.
Seen from the air, they seem to be pushed by an invisible hand, drawing two white trails on the dark blue sea.
God makes things beautiful.
Thick clouds obscured the sky, and only a few rays of sunlight occasionally leaked through the gaps in the clouds, casting mottled beams of light on the sea.
The breeze blows from the southeast, neither fast nor slow, and the wind direction is excellent.
Dawg Lars stood on the bow of the flagship ship, feeling the sea breeze blowing against his face, feeling quite comfortable - such a good wind was simply God's help.
But he did not give orders to stay away from the coast.
It has been sailing for nearly two hours since Bloodstone Island set off.
The fleet always followed the coastline and did not go too far into the open sea.
There is no other reason - since morning, there has been a thin layer of mist floating on the sea.
At first, the fog was very light, as if someone had spread a translucent veil on the sea. The islands and rocks in the distance were vaguely visible, and it did not hinder navigation.
Dawg Lass has rich experience and knows that the area of Stepstones is criss-crossed by waterways, connecting Narrow Sea and Summer Sea. The terrain is complex, and occasional fog is normal.
He even felt that the fog came at just the right time - the mist could obscure the fleet's whereabouts and prevent them from being discovered in advance by Lys people's scouts.
Redd also noticed this layer of mist in the air, as fine as sand.
He looked down and saw that the fog on the sea seemed to have given the fleet a hazy coat. Looking from a high place, it seemed a bit poetic.
King Ghidorah The middle head yawned, while the right head looked around curiously, seemingly not interested in the fog.
"Don't relax." Redd whispered, his eyes scanning the blurry coastline in the distance, "Keep your eyes peeled."
The three heads shook at the same time in agreement.
However, things started to go wrong after half an hour.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker.
At first, the outline of the distant coastline could be clearly seen, but gradually, the outline became blurry, like ink stains soaked in water, blurring and dissipating little by little.
The visibility on the sea dropped sharply, from being able to see hundreds of meters clearly to only being able to see dozens of meters clearly, and then to--
"Stop the boat!"
Dawg Russ's roar came from the flagship, with obvious tension in his voice.
"All ships slow down! Maintain formation! Each ship reports its position!"
The semaphore waved the flag desperately, but the thick fog was like a wall, swallowing up both the light and the signal.
The silhouettes of neighboring ships loomed in the fog, flickering in and out like ghosts.
Dawg Russ stood at the bow of the ship, with more cold sweat on his forehead than when Bloodstone Island was just now.
"This isn't right." He muttered to himself, holding the side of the boat tightly with both hands, "This fog isn't right."
He has been running in the sea near Stepstones for more than ten years and has never seen such fog.
It came too quickly and was too thick to be normal.
What's even more frightening is that it was almost generated out of thin air around the fleet - there was a vast expanse of white in all directions, as if someone had packed the entire sea area into a huge steamer.
"Sir!" the adjutant's voice came from the side, with uncontrollable panic, "The front... the front can't be seen clearly! Do you want to anchor?"
Dawg Lars gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself down.
"Don't anchor! Slow down, keep the course, and use horns to communicate with each ship! Send people to the bow to measure the water depth, don't hit the rocks!"
He raised his head and glanced at the sky - he couldn't see anything. The thick fog covered the sky, and the figures of Redd and King Ghidorah had long since disappeared into the vast whiteness.
This feeling made him feel uncomfortable.
Not because of the fog itself, but because the fog came so coincidentally.
It happened that they were on their way from Stepstones to Lys.
It just happened that they had just found out about the man in black robe.
It just so happened that Daemon was missing and his whereabouts were unknown.
Is this fog natural, or...
He didn't dare to think about it.
"Command all ships to be on alert!" His voice rose a little higher, "The crossbows are cocked and the trebuchets are loaded! No one is allowed to leave their posts!"
In the sky, Redd's brows were furrowed.
King Ghidorah was hovering below the clouds, with three heads raised and six golden eyes watching the surroundings vigilantly.
Viewed from the air, the sea below has been completely covered by thick white fog, like an endless sea of clouds.
Dawg Las's fleet disappeared into the fog, and even the flag on the top of the mast could not be seen.
"Interesting." Redd whispered.
King Ghidorah The middle head let out a low hiss, with a hint of uneasiness in the voice - this giant beast was far more sensitive to abnormal smells than humans, and it smelled something wrong.
Redd patted its neck and signaled it to lower its height.
King Ghidorah folded its wings and descended slowly.