Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

Volantis, Silver Dragon Wharf.

After several weeks of rest and preparation, Longzel finally notified other nobles of the upcoming voyage. The Bentalo family has completely collapsed, and their wealth and land have been divided up by the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party. Longzel also obtained valuable gold, 23 large ships, and nearly 100 small and medium-sized ships.

Now all these ships are incorporated into the fleet of the Varese family.

Of course, this voyage will not use so many ships.

During the rest period, Longzel selected the ships used for this voyage, including the newly built "Crying Boy" and "Silent Lord", the latter of which served as the flagship of this operation. These two giant ships used the shipbuilding method left by Cleolius, without oars, with multiple huge masts and sails covering the sky.

It is said that these two warships were faster than the three-hundred-oar warships during the trial.

In addition to these two giant ships, there are also 9 large sailing ships without oars, 12 warships with 300 oars, 65 warships with 200 oars and 150 oars included in this fleet.

As long as this navy does not encounter a storm, it can walk sideways in the summer sea.

As soon as the short-haired boy jumped off his horse, he couldn't wait to open his arms and rushed to Longzel Vareses, who was also waiting for him with open arms.

"Brother." Varale hugged his brother tightly, allowing Longzel to rub his hair on tiptoe and pat his shoulder.

"Not bad, a lot stronger. I'm sorry about the assassination."

"Longzel, it has nothing to do with you." Varale hugged enough before letting go. "We are not careful enough."

"As long as you are safe." Longzel nodded to Hoffa and Sebastian who followed. "You too, safety comes first."

The two young men stood up at the same time and knocked their fists on their chests.

"Valar!" A dissatisfied voice came from behind Longzel, and Valar then discovered Rey hiding behind his elder brother.

The little guy was running very fast, almost changing every day.

"And you." Valar rubbed Rey's head with a playful smile. "The little brat has grown a lot."

"Humph." Rey pouted in dissatisfaction. But he still gave his brother a big hug. "Fortunately you are okay, Valar, everyone is worried about you."

"How is Flame Wing?"

"Very good, I can fly out every day." Rey looked at Dr. Vesalius who came to see him off with some resentment. "Much freer than me."

"Flame Wing is already very old." Longzel sighed. "It may not survive our return, so I asked them to let it fly."

The three teenagers mourned for the falcon for a while, and boarded the warship surrounded by the crowd.

Because Longzel had announced the departure of the warships through the Senate in advance, there were fewer people watching, and the area outside the dock for large ships to leave side by side had been basically cleared.

The red-robed monk Malach, who had basically recovered, also followed and was reading quietly on the deck.

Vincent Kaon and Gunthor Jieyan stayed in Volantis, and Dr. Vesalius returned to the mansion with his apprentice Evans Dane.

Most of the young people around Longzel followed their master onto the warship.

Lynn Valtaken put on purple armor, and guarded the master on the left and right with Ago, who was not wearing armor and had an Arak scimitar hanging on his waist. Hoffa and Sebastian Jieyan were also on the flagship "Lord of Silence", participating in the command of the flagship with Amor.

Tigaro Dagareon and Adams took young Rey aboard the Weeping Boy, a more comfortable ship with spacious and bright cabins.

Amos Fezel and Zersar Shadowweaver went to the three-hundred-oared warship "Swordfish" and commanded the main battleship with Aslan Longdel.

The dull sound of the horn resounded through the port.

The huge fleet slowly left the port under the tow of the barge.

The waves were surging.

At this moment, in the far north.

In the place surrounded by thick fog, the towering Titan suddenly broke through the thick fog, revealing the city floating on the water behind it.

Hundreds of large and small islands are scattered throughout this huge city, gray. Golden or red long bridges connect them together.

The city is full of stones, without a single bit of green.

On the island surrounded by water, on a low rocky hill, a building with a strange black spire is sleeping quietly.

The twelve-foot-high carved wooden door was tightly closed. The fish beam wood door on the left was as white as a skeleton, but it was carved with a half moon in ebony. The ebony door on the right was as dark as the night, but it was carved with a crescent in fish beam wood. The combination of the two was a black and white full moon.

The ten-foot-diameter pool was still rippling. It reflected countless caves on the wall and thirty statues of various shapes.

Among them were the Weeping Woman, the Night Lion, the Hooded Walker, Bakalon, the Pale Moon Maiden, the Stranger, and the Mermaid King. All the gods stood here in silence, quietly watching the reflections in the pool.

The man staggered to the edge of the pool and knelt down beside a man wearing a half-black and half-white hooded cloak. He took the glass of water he handed over.

"May you finally sleep in peace." The voice under the hood was extremely indifferent, but it had a strange magnetism, as if some magic was attracting you to listen to what he said unconsciously, but making people involuntarily ignore his existence. A red candle burned slowly.

A black water cup fell to the ground.

The man died quietly.

The man under the hood gently brushed his hand over the corpse's face.

The next moment, he looked up.

It was the face of the dead man, but there was no expression on it.

Sudden. The man covered his face, as if great pain exploded from his body.

The man squatted down in pain and muttered words he couldn't understand.

Until a long time passed.

The man stood up expressionlessly.

"The oracle of the Thousand-Faced God?" The man stroked his decaying face. "Is the descendant of the Shacklebreaker, the benefactor of the Faceless Men, finally embarking on his destined journey?"

The man lowered his head, walked slowly to the statue of the stranger, and sat down.

"The Faceless One will never forget." The man murmured: "Just as the God of Many Faces expected, someone will do it, someone will definitely do it."

A tall, lanky figure also wearing a hood stepped out of the shadows.

"All men are mortal."

he said.

"All mortals must serve."

The man under the hood raised his head, revealing a face that was half decayed but still expressionless.

"Someone is here in response to the call." The man who had just approached the pool raised his head. There was nothing under his hood.

"Someone still needs to be served." The other half of the expressionless man's face was also decaying. "The price has been paid, the gift has been given, and someone needs to go east and find the one God has guided to change the music."

"Someone still has doubts."

"As God wishes." The man whose face had completely decayed lowered his head again.

“Someone will tell everything they know.”