Pass the order, all large ballistae fire at will at the enemy dragon.
The Lannis's two scorpion ballistae carefully aim and shoot at the Vermithrax's wings, make sure to lower its speed!"
On the Royal Fleet's flagship Lannis, Ser Tylan looked up at the sky at the four dragons relentlessly pursuing each other and gave the order.
His goal was clear, which was to hinder or lower Womax's flight speed, allowing his three dragons to take the opportunity to kill it.
But because scorpion ballista technology was not mature enough and the cost was high, the Royal Fleet only had the two on the flagship and could not replace all.
Otherwise, the threat to Womax would increase exponentially.
However, just looking up at the sky, it was very easy to stumble because of neglecting the ground.
Swish swish swish!
Thud, thud!
Thump thump thump!
The Royal Fleet's foremost six or seven warships were immediately subjected to the Crossbow Legion's saturation arrow rain attack.
The House Lannister soldiers who couldn't dodge in time instantly became human targets covered in arrows.
The others who reacted in time and hid in the ship cabins or other cover, the House Lannister soldiers, were also suppressed so much that they didn't dare show their heads.
During the Battle of Shipbreaker Bay, the Royal Fleet was blocked by the self-destruction of eighteen medium and small warships.
and did not truly participate in or witness Prince Jacaerys's core force's combat strength.
As for the Hightower Fleet that had witnessed the Crossbow Legion's fire suppression, the remaining one-third had probably just escaped from the Summer Sea back to Oldtown.
One could see in the area south of the Wendewater Bridge, three thousand Baratheon soldiers forming a shield wall in front of the Crossbow Legion.
to defend their allies from the Royal Fleet's potentially incoming arrow rain counterattack.
The logistics troops on the bridge were currently continuously taking down quivers one by one from the supply wagons to resupply the Crossbow Legion behind them with arrows.
With the enemy's ranged troops having an excellent output environment, the Royal Fleet, serving as the Green Party's ambush reserve, was simply unable to approach the Wendewater Bridge.
As the six or seven warships suppressed by the arrow rain couldn't lift their heads and stalled, the Royal Fleet gradually became blocked in the channel of the Wendewater.
In the sky, four enormous dragons were like performers, flying in various postures and trajectories.
But because Womax always circled around the Wendewater Bridge, its flight path gradually became familiar to the three enemy dragons.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Roar!
Silverwing, whose flight speed was faster than the other two dragons, got ahead by predicting and circling around in advance, and suddenly spewed out a large stream of gray Dracarys from its wide-open maw.
The power of this gray Dracarys was hard to say, but its attack range was truly enormous.
Unlike the fan-shaped attack range of most dragons, Silverwing's gray Dracarys was like a suddenly opened umbrella.
It was initially spewed out from its maw as a thin, long stream of gray, and after shooting a certain distance, it directly exploded outwards in all directions.
All flight paths directly ahead were blocked, and behind it were two relentless enemy dragons.
Womax now only had up and down as two choices.
Jacaerys had been controlling Womax to circle around the Wendewater Bridge, naturally having his own purpose.
He put the special telescope in his hand, used to observe the situation below, into his bosom.
Then decisively controlled Womax to fold its wings, turn direction, and free-fall downwards.
"Messenger, quickly tell the captains of the foremost few warships not to worry about losses and continue forward.
Even if all the soldiers on deck are shot dead by the arrow rain, they must quickly make the channel clear.
In this battle, all warships can only advance, not retreat!"
Ser Tylan, who realized the channel was blocked, was currently issuing an advance-only, no-retreat death order to the entire Royal Fleet.
Suddenly, he heard a series of the sound of dragon wings cutting through the air coming from overhead.
Seeing that his three dragons had cornered the enemy dragon within the attack range of the scorpion ballistae, how could Ser Tylan still care about commanding the Royal Fleet.
Immediately, with an excited face, to the soldiers operating the scorpion ballistae on the flagship, he shouted, "The opportunity has come!
The enemy dragon is directly above us, whoever can hit it will receive a bounty of one hundred Golden Dragons!"
The House Lannister soldiers operating the scorpion ballistae were immediately stimulated by the heavy reward, each with red eyes wanting to aim at the Vermithrax.
But they suddenly discovered that the Vermithrax, which was directly above the Lannis, had already exceeded the two scorpion ballistae's maximum attack elevation angle.
Boom boom boom!
Swish swish swish!
The ballistae on the Royal Fleet's other large warships continuously shot thick, long ballista bolts towards the sky at the Vermithrax.
Jacaerys controlled Womax to dodge as much as possible.
If it couldn't dodge, it relied on Hard Skin (Defense +50%) and Masochist (Defense +20%)'s defense bonuses to tank the hits.
Crack, crack!
Womax's scales' defense was getting higher and higher, these ordinary ballista bolts could only cause some fine cracks.
Bang!
Crash!
The Lannis, painted crimson all over, with a large sail ostentatiously embroidered with a golden angry lion, was smashed into two halves from the middle.
Ser Tylan, whose position had been locked onto in advance by Jacaerys using the special telescope, was furthermore immediately smashed into a puddle of flesh.
Plop!
Womax's dragon body submerged into the wide Wendewater, thereby escaping the three enemy dragons closely pursuing it.
Splash!
Just as Aemond, hovering there, was about to instruct Hugh and Ulf to successively guard a section of the Wendewater, waiting for Womax to reappear.
Womax suddenly again burst out of the water from near the Wendewater Bridge.
Unlike the Battle of Shipbreaker Bay, without Lucerys as a concern, Jacaerys could freely operate.
In this battle today, he truly brought Womax's agility into full play.
Roar roar roar!
Womax, after bursting out of the river, surprisingly followed the King's Road north, flying at ultra-low altitude and spewed black-gray Dracarys at the large group of Green Party cavalry in front of Sunfyre.
Ah!!!
Womax was not the immobile Sunfyre; its spewed black-gray Dracarys covered the King's Road where the Green Party cavalry were located with extremely fast speed.
Whoosh!
Green Party cavalrymen one by one, both man and horse, were ignited by the black-gray Dracarys, and even the thick trees near this section of the King's Road could not escape either.
The raging Dracarys cut off the retreat route of the Green Party cavalry, the remaining Green Party cavalry on the north side of the Wendewater Bridge could either choose to face Sunfyre directly or choose to dismount and kneel in surrender.
Criston, whose left leg was broken, had originally wanted to find a riderless warhorse and then escape back to King's Landing.
But Jacaerys directly rode the dragon and cut off his retreat route, he could only limp along the bank of the Wendewater and flee.
The cannon fodder troops who followed Jacaerys from Essos to the Seven Kingdoms had fought no small number of such battles where the situation suddenly turned from unfavorable to favorable.
They, who had originally started to rout, after seeing their two dragons successively display great power, immediately had their morale greatly boosted and returned to the fray.
A group of sharp-eyed cannon fodder troops immediately discovered this person wearing eye-catching silver-white armor, the Hand of the King and Captain of the Kingsguard.
Eager to gain military achievements, they swarmed and chased after Criston.
This top fighter whose combat strength ranked among the top three in the Seven Kingdoms was quickly caught by the cannon fodder troops.
Criston, after continuously smashing and killing seven or eight cannon fodder troops with the chain hammer in his hand, was carelessly tackled to the ground from behind by someone.
Subsequently, the cannon fodder troops, like piling up arhats, literally used their numbers to forcibly restrain him.
Not enough, still not enough!
After a round of ultra-low altitude strafing, Jacaerys, looking at the slowly increasing entry prompts, frowned tightly.
Perhaps it was because Sunfyre, this iron dragon, brought too great an impact, or perhaps it was because these Green Party cavalry were not at all high-spirited elites.
The entry points he harvested from the Green Party cavalry were quite a bit less than expected.
There was no other way, Jacaerys could only place his gaze on the Royal Fleet blocking the channel!
However, Vhagar and the other two dragons had now chased to above the Kingswood.
Using the advantage of the high ground, they spewed Dracarys at Womax below.
Roar roar roar!
Vhagar still had bright yellow Dracarys with terrifyingly high temperature that could melt gold and iron.
The thick trees in the Kingswood, whose age was unknown, in an extremely short time, turned into charcoal.
Silverwing's gray Dracarys did not have such terrifying temperature, but still maintained the advantage of wide-range attack.
Vermithor's spewed Dracarys was copper-brown; this copper-brown Dracarys pillar of fire was extremely condensed, its narrow attack range was completely opposite to Silverwing's.
But the trees hit by this copper-brown Dracarys pillar of fire directly melted like candles, and even the stones on the ground were like this.
When it came to Dracarys's single-target damage, Vermithor was the best among the three dragons.
And the target Jacaerys chose to break through was precisely it.
Roar!
Womax flapped its wings and agilely dodged Vermithor's copper-brown Dracarys, then at it spewed black-gray Dracarys in counterattack.
Hugh on Vermithor's saddle, seeing this was fearless, and intended to control his dragon to spray Dracarys at Womax.
Because His Majesty Aemond had told him long ago that even Vhagar did not dare to directly compete with Vermithor in Dracarys.
After all, Vermithor's Dracarys belonged to the concentrated, high-penetration type.
But compared to Prince Jacaerys, how much did Hugh, who had just become a dragonrider, understand about dragons?
Whoosh, whoosh!
Vermithor, whose dragon leg was still burning with black-gray Dracarys, saw the Dracarys that had injured him coming again.
Ignoring the dragonrider's command, it flapped its wings and flew high, avoiding the black-gray Dracarys.
Seeking advantage and avoiding harm is the instinct of all living creatures!
Except for Prince Jacaerys, who could control Womax through mental connection, no one could forcibly suppress the instincts of these top-tier creatures.
Womax took this opportunity to break through the blockade of the enemy's three dragons and flew towards the royal fleet crowded in the Wendewater at the fastest speed.
Due to the flagship House Lannister being in a semi-submerged state, the royal fleet was already in chaos.
The front half of the warships, which were being attacked by the Crossbow Legion's arrow rain, saw the flagship damaged and wanted to retreat to save their lives.
While the latter half of the warships faithfully carried out the death order given by Ser Tylan before his death, which was to only advance and not retreat.
This created an excellent opportunity for Womax to harvest attribute points.
Hoo hoo hoo!
The black-gray Dracarys exploded on the surface of the Wendewater, igniting one after another of the royal fleet's warships.
Phew, finally enough!
Prince Jacaerys, who had been staring at his attribute panel, breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he saw that the points had reached fifty thousand.
The last time he harvested a large number of attribute points was in Myr.
To obtain the special reward attribute, he had spent one hundred and ten thousand attribute points, leaving only over ten thousand.
After burning Harvest Hall some time ago, the attribute points had risen to nearly forty thousand again.
As mentioned before, Prince Jacaerys had already guessed that his ground forces were very likely to encounter an ambush in the king's wood.
But he still insisted on leading the team himself, specifically for the purpose of harvesting attribute points.
Being surrounded by three enemy dragons and not escaping or fleeing was also because he had a trump card that could turn the tide and counterattack.
Attribute points - 50000!
[Please wait, true dragon (blue) is interacting with this world...]
[Interaction successful, true dragon (blue) has been upgraded to Valyrian Dragon Lord (purple)]
Whoosh, whoosh!
When Aemond flew over the fiercely burning royal fleet, which was emitting thick smoke, with Vhagar.
He immediately felt that something was wrong.
Because Womax, who had been scurrying around holding its head from the beginning, was no longer fleeing, but was just hovering in the air in front, quietly waiting for the three dragons.
Aemond, who had suffered losses from Prince Jacaerys twice, immediately raised his vigilance to the maximum.
He quietly slowed down Vhagar's flight speed.
Hugh and Ulf, who were unaware, flew side by side towards Womax at their original speed, one on the left and one on the right.
Womax's dragon eyes, which were suspended in the air, suddenly widened, and its dragon might activated!
But this time, Vermithor and Vhagar were completely normal.
Only Silverwing's dragon eyes showed a human-like struggle.
But that hint of struggle disappeared too quickly, so fast that even Ulf, who was controlling it, didn't notice anything unusual.
Vermithor and Silverwing were already close in the blink of an eye, and as soon as they entered the range of dragonflame attack, they both opened their bloody mouths, with dragonflame faintly visible within.
Roar~~
And Womax faced the attacks of the two dragons without dodging, just opening its mouth and letting out a huge dragon roar.
As the dragon roar sounded, a sudden change occurred!
Silverwing, which was opening its mouth to brew its dragon breath, suddenly turned its head, changing from facing Womax to facing Vermithor on the left.
Hoo!
Sizzle, sizzle!
A large area of gray dragonflame exploded violently, directly engulfing the entire right side of the unprepared Vermithor's dragon body.
Yes, Silverwing's gray dragonflame was the lowest temperature among the three dragons.
But this was only relative!
The damage caused by an adult dragon spitting dragonflame at close range was definitely no joke!
Woo roar~~
Suddenly severely injured, Vermithor, whose right side of its dragon body was scorched black, let out a mournful dragon roar and directly fell from the sky towards the Wendewater.
"Damn it, Silverwing, what the hell are you doing?
Quickly turn around and attack the enemy!"
Aemond, with a face full of shock, struggled to control Silverwing and shouted loudly in the common tongue.
After reacting, he immediately shouted in the high valyrian words that Aemond had taught him before,
"Silverwing, calm down, listen, attack!"
Roar~~
Womax's second dragon roar came, and Silverwing began to roll left and right in the air and constantly twist its dragon body.
Ulf on the dragon saddle had to hold on tightly to the handle and do his best to stabilize his body.
During this time, he kept repeating the limited high valyrian words loudly, but it was useless.
Silverwing suddenly stopped sharply with a flap of its wings, and Ulf, caught off guard, was directly thrown off the dragon saddle by the strong inertia, free-falling towards the ground.
"Ah! Save me, save me, Silverwing!"
Silverwing seemed to hear its master's cry for help and immediately folded its wings and dived down.
Ulf was overjoyed at the sight and immediately shouted for help to Silverwing even more hoarsely.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer, closer and closer...
Crunch! Gulp!
Silverwing, which had caught up with Ulf, opened its bloody mouth, bit him into its dragon mouth in one bite, and then swallowed him after chewing a little.
Aemond, who was a step behind, had already turned around and fled towards King's Landing as soon as Silverwing turned its head to attack Vermithor.
Putting everything else aside, his timing for withdrawing from the battle was definitely at a master level!
Prince Jacaerys only glanced at Vhagar, which was still in good condition, and then controlled Womax to go towards Vermithor, which had fallen into the river.
Because he had been staring at the attribute panel, he had already discovered that when the true dragon attribute was upgraded to purple quality, the Glutton attribute's cooldown state disappeared.
This meant that Womax could once again devour high-level creatures and gain explosive growth speed.
And now, the best choice was right in front of him.
"Fly, Vermithor, fly..."
Hugh on the dragon saddle struggled to control the falling Vermithor.
This bronze dragon, whose right wing was scorched black and whose wing membrane was burned through, obeyed and flapped its dragon wings for a while, looking much like the broken-winged sunfyre.
But it did work, and the trajectory that was originally falling straight into the Wendewater became a glide towards the king's wood to the northeast.
Bang bang bang!
Vermithor's huge dragon body, which was over a hundred meters long, crashed into the king's wood.
It finally stopped after have no idea how many thick trees it had knocked down and ploughed out a very obvious deep ditch.
Poof!
Hugh, who was tightly holding on to the handle and lying prone on the dragon saddle, spewed out a large mouthful of blood due to the violent shock.
Although he was severely injured internally, he at least survived.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Just as Hugh was Rejoiceing his survival, the familiar sound of dragon wings breaking the air came from the sky.
He looked up, and his gaze met that of Prince Jacaerys, who was looking down from above.
"Prince Jacaerys, no, your majesty, I have true dragon blood, and I can forge scorpion crossbows.
I swear by the gods in heaven that I will always be loyal to you!"
Hugh loudly stated his value, wanting to switch allegiance to Prince Jacaerys.
But what he received was a high valyrian word he had recently learned.
"Dracarys!"
Hoo!
The black-gray Dracarys exploded on Vermithor's dragon back, and Hugh instantly turned into a charred human form.
Woo roar~~
Hoo!
Vermithor, which was severely injured again, let out a mournful cry, raised its head, and spit out bronze-brown dragonflame, wanting to counterattack.
But how could it, already half-crippled and on the ground, possibly hit Womax, which was flying nimbly in the sky.
Vermithor, which had suffered repeated severe injuries, soon stopped moving.
But Womax did not stop attacking, still circling it in the sky and constantly spitting black-gray Dracarys.
It only stopped after roasting it until its whole body was charred black and emitted a strong meaty smell.
Slap!
Prince Jacaerys forcibly suppressed Womax's constant telepathic requests to devour.
He only allowed it after jumping from its dragon saddle to the ground.
Tear, tear!
Accompanied by bursts of blood rain, a large piece of roasted and fragrant Vermithor dragon meat was torn off by Womax and swallowed in large gulps.
And at this moment, a blood-red dragon shadow flew from the sky downstream of the Wendewater at an extremely fast speed.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Perhaps because it felt the threat of the blood-red dragon shadow, Silverwing flew above Womax, which was constantly devouring flesh and blood.
Like a loyal guard, it took on the role of lookout.
The blood-red dragon shadow hovered above the Wendewater, and Rhaenys on the dragon saddle maintained her usual cold face,
She first glanced at Womax, which was wantonly devouring Vermithor, and then looked at Prince Jacaerys, who was smiling and waving at her.
Without a word, she controlled Meleys to turn around and return the way they came.