The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 770: Incineration · Exterminate the Ships Completely

The Mountain set fire to the transport ships, and the transport ships' only means of retaliation was to burn even more fiercely.

The sea's water reflected the firelight, turning into a sheet of crimson.

The sky was also crimson, the two reflecting each other, heaven and earth and sea a single expanse of red, dazzlingly beautiful.

Jorah Mormont's heart sank.

The previously smug Aggo could no longer laugh.

Fear of battle spread among the soldiers!

Once they lost their ships, all routes of retreat were cut off.

The dragon could burn their transport ships, and it could also burn the warships in the sea.

What was happening with the battle of the Blackwater Rush in the distance?

Advancing by land and sea, a two-pronged attack, was originally a good military strategy.

But suddenly, the Mountain appeared, riding the dragon that people said had died: a dragon.

And Her Majesty's dragons had not appeared at all. They seemed to have completely disappeared.

The fire from the hundreds of burning large transport ships strengthened the dragon's invincible majesty, and Aggo and Rakharo suspected that the dragon's earlier escape was not real. The dragon soared freely, without a trace of injury.

Kyu!

A dragon's roar resounded through heaven and earth.

Aggo raised his dragonbone bow: "Warriors, defend the sky, prepare for battle, the dragon is coming."

Amidst the shouts, two arrows were nocked onto the dragonbone bow between three fingers. The movements were skilled and fluid.

Five hundred archers drew their bows together, aiming at the sky, waiting for the dragon's attack.

However, the dragon's shadow shrank in their eyes, the dragon was flying towards the outer sea: southeast!

In the southeast direction, on the sea, more than a thousand warships were fleeing in all directions. The naval commanders of the Free Trade City-States had heard Chester's code, and they made the wise choice to retreat quickly with Chester.

The fleets of the Nine Free Trade City-States decided to withdraw their troops completely!

The Mountain had given them seven days to withdraw their troops, or he would slaughter the cities. But they had been ignited by the glimmer of hope sparked by Littlefinger, Varys, and Daenerys. In the battle at the Blackwater Rush's water gate, the Queen's vanguard fleet—the Iron Islands' Iron Fleet—lost more than two hundred ships and was utterly defeated, while the other side did not lose a single ship.

A one-sided massacre!

At the start of the naval battle, their commander's flagship, the Sea Monster, was torn into two pieces by the dense barrage of dragon-hunting bolts. Vice Admiral Theon Greyjoy and all the soldiers on board fell into the water, and the supreme commander Theon's fate was unknown. The Mountain and the dragon only hovered at low altitude, keeping their oath not to attack.

The enemy navy's dragon-hunting bolts were simply unstoppable, no warship could withstand the attack of those iron spears. A single iron spear easily penetrated the hull, tearing a huge gash. There was no way to resist, the unparalleled power contained in each iron spear was like a sledgehammer hitting a wooden board.

And in the sky, there was also an enormous dragon.

Who could resist the dragon-hunting bolts and the dragon?!

The truth was already clear, no one could!

In order to escape smoothly, the naval commanders of the Nine Free Trade City-States took advantage of the excellent opportunity afforded by the dragon flying towards Duskendale, scattering in a fan shape in all directions, away from this sea area with the threat of death.

The warships of the Nine Free Trade City-States scattered in all directions—Braavos' warships headed northeast, the end of the northeast being their port city of Braavos; Pentos' warships headed straight east, the end of the east being their city of Pentos.

Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys' warships headed southeast, their cities being in the southeast. Volantis' warships headed south, first escaping to the Sea of Dorne and then turning east.

The Mountain's dragon took the lead in chasing down Pentos' fifty warships.

The dragon appeared close to the sea, like a giant sea monster rushing out of the sea. A bright red fireball hit a warship's hull, the fireball exploded, the warship was ignited, and instantly burned into a huge ball of fire.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Several fireballs shot out like raindrops, igniting the rear warships of the Pentos fleet one by one.

This process was only a blink of an eye.

On the leading flagship, Commander Chester's face was pale, he knew that disaster had come.

Regret, like the tide of the sea, overwhelmed him: he should have insisted on leaving, instead of going to war with the army.

The Mountain! He finally understood why Governor Illyrio was so afraid of the Mountain!

The Mountain, with one person and one dragon, swayed the entire situation.

Chester had received Governor Illyrio Mopatis's recall order on the seventh day, but at the last moment, he made the worst choice of his life.

A pillar of fire swept across the sea, igniting seven warships, like a giant lighting seven huge candles. The soldiers on the warships jumped into the sea one after another. The flame-covered hulls burned fiercely, and many figures struggled in the fire, letting out shrill screams.

Chester was dumbfounded, a thousand war drums were beating in his chest, and a thousand whistles were blowing in his ears. He could not move, like a stone carving. Soon, he saw a piece of red falling from the sky, the heat wave like a branding iron抽在他的脸上, turning his face into gas... In an instant, a world of red covered him completely...

In a very short time, perhaps only ten or so heartbeats, the Pentos city's naval fleet was completely wiped out, fifty warships were burning and crackling on the sea, like the Sea King holding a grand bonfire party...

On the sea, the warships of other city-states saw this brilliant scene, and on their warships, there was a dense drumbeat, each ship was advancing at ramming speed...

Run! Run! Run!

Run—this was an idea of dark power so strong that it could not be resisted!

It's just that the sea is really—too wide, and the dragon's speed is really—too fast, and the warship's speed is indeed—too slow, and the wooden hull—is really too flammable!

*

In the Dragonstone sea area, Daenerys stood on the flagship Queen, her beautiful face pale, her lips trembling slightly. Her eyes were full of red flames, she could not see the sea, she could not see the soldiers, she could not see the sky, except for the red of the flames, she could not see anything else. In her ears, besides the dragon's roar that resounded through the sky like a whistle, she could not hear any other sound.

The flames in front of her began to blur, sway, overlap, and pull out illusory shadows... She felt her body going soft, slipping somewhere, slipping into an abyss with no end...

Missandei helped their queen in time, the queen's body swayed, almost falling into the sea from the bow of the ship...

The captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan Selmy, looked at the red light of the flames everywhere on the sea, his face as cold as frost. The hand pressing his sword hilt bulged with veins.

Her Majesty's navy, basically, was honored!

In the bright blue night sky, the Mountain drove the dragon to rampage and wreak havoc, chasing the scattered warships in all directions. Faced with the dragon, the warships of the Free Trade City-States, scattered like birds and beasts, were vulnerable.

In this situation, except for Her Majesty's three dragons, no one could fly into the air and fight the Mountain.

But Her Majesty's three dragons had once again betrayed their mother. They had not returned since they left Dragonstone one morning while eating.

Littlefinger held the ship's railing with both hands, his one eye widened, and the dwarf's mouth opened, not closing.

Around the Queen's flagship, there were still more than three hundred warships, these were Her Majesty's escort ships. This fleet was originally intended to land at the Blackwater Rush wharf after Theon had taken the Blackwater Rush port.

On the warships were Unsullied, Dothraki, and mercenaries from Slaver's Bay.

"Tyrion Lannister." Littlefinger vaguely heard Her Majesty seem to be calling him. He mechanically turned his head and saw Her Majesty's lips opening and closing, but he did not understand what she was saying.

Littlefinger calmed down, and the shocked and confused divine consciousness that had flown into the air fell, helping him return to reality from his trance.

"...This is the Mountain you said was brave but lacked strategy..." Littlefinger heard Her Majesty questioning herself.

"...Your Majesty, the Mountain...has changed..." As soon as Littlefinger opened his mouth, he felt that his mouth was full of bitterness. This feeling was terrible, even when he fled King's Landing a few years ago, he had never experienced it so deeply.

"Your Majesty, the Mountain only has one dragon, but we have three," Missandei's voice said. Missandei maintained a rare calmness, this calmness was what the current Queen needed most.

"But where are our three dragons?" Her Majesty shouted sharply.

Missandei lowered her head and took a step back: "Your Majesty, our dragons will grow up and will come back. The Mountain is so invincible with one dragon, then our three dragons will be even more invincible."

"Missandei is right, Your Majesty." Littlefinger said in a low voice, "When the dragons grow up, this world will still belong to us. Your Majesty, please allow me to leave immediately to see the Mountain."

"How can you approach the Mountain, he is riding a dragon in the sky. Even if you see the Mountain, what can you do?" Daenerys said with contempt in her majesty. She believed that Littlefinger had misjudged the Mountain, making her too contemptuous of the Mountain.

"Negotiate! Your Majesty, we should return to the negotiating table, this is what the Mountain needs."

"Negotiate?!" Daenerys did not believe a word of Littlefinger's words.

"Yes, just give me a ship." Littlefinger knew that this was the only last chance for negotiation. Their dragons were still small and needed time to grow.

"I'll go with you, Halfman." Grey Worm, the commander of the Unsullied, stood up and said.

"I know the Mountain, and I am also a Westerosi, I will accompany Lord Tyrion to see the Mountain." Barristan Selmy said in a deep voice.

"Barristan, I don't want you to be burned to ashes by dragon fire." Her Majesty said coldly.

"Ser Barristan, I can go alone." Littlefinger said, "Your Majesty, give me a ship and oarsmen."

"Tyrion, the Mountain controls the dragon in the sky, how can you catch up with him?" Daenerys was still full of doubts about Littlefinger's proposal. She no longer trusted Littlefinger as much as before.

"Give me drummers, I want the deck to be full of drummers." Littlefinger said, "The drumbeats will attract the Mountain, and the dragon will notice me immediately."

It has to be said that Littlefinger is a dwarf, but his courage is definitely not.

Daenerys was silent for a while, she nodded to Grey Worm: "Give the Prime Minister a ship, and drummers."

*

King's Landing. Red Keep. Maester's Tower.

"Grand Maester, you told me that the Mountain's dragon was dead, and when I doubted it, you said you were very sure." Lord Mace Tyrell's face was as black as iron.

"Lord Prime Minister, I also heard the news from Boros Blount." Grand Maester Qyburn looked innocent.

"Besides you, who else knows about the reply I wrote to Littlefinger?" Mace's voice became very sharp.

"I have already sent the letter out, Lord Prime Minister. No one else in the Red Keep knows except me. I will keep it a secret for you, my lord, and for myself."

"Humph! If the Mountain hadn't arrived in time, our Tyrell family would have been completely buried by you. Qyburn, you really deserve to die." Mace Tyrell said through gritted teeth.

"I deserve to die, my lord, but please let us join hands to deal with the current war first. Queen Cersei has gone to guard the city walls, we should follow her side. This is what the citizens and soldiers of the whole city hope to see. Lord Mountain is chasing and killing the enemy navy on the sea, we have to show that we are united against the enemy, and be with the people and soldiers of the whole city."

"Qyburn, after this matter is over, I need you to give me a reasonable explanation. For this country, for King Tommen, for Queen Cersei, I, Mace Tyrell, have never been selfish. The Reach supports the North, dispatches troops to defend King's Landing, and the Redwyne family's navy under its command is all stationed at the Blackwater Rush port. For Westeros, the Tyrell family has done its best."

"Yes, Lord Prime Minister." Qyburn smiled obsequiously, "In King's Landing, the soldiers of the Reach are the most numerous and powerful... Queen Cersei is still waiting for us, we can't delay for too long, I have to go to the city wall quickly. I suggest that you also bring your family knights to appear on the city wall as soon as possible."

"Humph!" Lord Mace stared deeply at the despicable Qyburn, turned around and strode out. Behind him, followed four burly knights of the Tyrell family.

Qyburn was greedy for life and afraid of death, and swayed with the wind. Under his bewitchment, Mace almost tarnished the Tyrell family's centuries of glory! To have his Tyrell family surrender to Daenerys, and let Queen Margaery betray her king, this was not the Tyrell family's style.

*

On the sea, a ship travels alone forward, on the deck, the drums beat loudly. The Mountain, who was comfortably burning the Free Trade City-States' warships, noticed the 'strangeness' of the three-decked ship.

"Mountain, a lone ship is coming from the Dragonstone sea area, the drums are deafening." Arianne Martell said. She was very curious, who was so bold, when all the warships were desperately fleeing, instead, a ship made a huge noise to chase the dragon.

The Mountain said: "The person who dares to chase the dragon must be a giant."

"A giant?! The Unburnt?!" Arianne Martell was surprised. She was worried that the other party had terrible dark magic.

Who would dare to chase the dragon if not the Unburnt?

"Yes, the most famous giant in the Seven Kingdoms: Littlefinger Tyrion Lannister."

Arianne was stunned, looking at the Mountain in disbelief: "Littlefinger, he dares to chase us?"

"If he doesn't chase us, the Dragon Mother might throw him into the sea."

"Is that so, even if Daenerys forced him to come, his courage is not small! What does he want to do? Attack us with his dwarf body?" Arianne couldn't help laughing.

"He is here to negotiate!"

"Oh, if you can't beat them, negotiate!"

"They can't win, and they refuse to kneel and surrender, so of course, they can only choose to negotiate. They have no other choice!" With a roar, Demon Mountain urged his dragon, which flapped its wings and flew from south to east, chasing after the Braavos fleet.

This was the last fleeing fleet!

Demon Mountain's style: eliminate every ship!

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