Chapter 21 The Battle of Dragonstone Island

Lord Paxter Redwyn's fleet attacked silently in the dark of night.

wow-

The warships split the waves, the night was quiet, all the warships turned off their lights, and silently approached the direction of Longshi Island.

The sea breeze howled.

The soldiers of the fleet were all clutching their weapons and stood on the deck with trepidation, waiting for their fate to come.

Because no one can guarantee that they will survive the next war.

However, Earl Redwyn's sneak attack strategy played well, but there were still problems in the execution stage.

The sneak attack was still noticed by Dragonstone Island.

A patrolling longship found the silent Qingting Island fleet on the sea in time, and then quickly issued a warning, reminding the lighthouse in the distance, and finally alarmed the entire Longshi Island defenders.

rumbling—

The next moment, the earth-shattering drums sounded.

The last of the Targaryen fleet, still loyal to the Targaryen, took the initiative to attack under the orders of their commander, Sir Geoffrey, and a confrontation took place over the sea.

The alarm bell of the Lighthouse on Longshi Island is ringing, warning everyone on the island to be more vigilant and guard against enemy attacks.

Because Queen Layla was pregnant and could no longer be stimulated, she was quickly transferred to the castle to rest.

The head butler Shad and the trainer went to the beach, stepping on the soft sand and looking into the distance.

Viserys originally wanted to go with him and see the real battle scene with his own eyes, but was ruthlessly rejected.

As the only boy in House Targaryen's face right now, Viserys' safety wasn't just his own.

The silver-haired boy was dragged into the castle by a maid in desperation, and at the special request of the instructor, two guards were stationed outside the bedroom door to 'protect' him.

bang——

The heavy brown wooden door to the bedroom was tightly shut and bolted.

Two heavily armed guards flanked the gate to prevent Viserys from escaping undisturbedly.

Viserys was locked in the room alone, restricting his personal freedom. The boy sat on the soft big bed for a while, scratching the slightly curly silver hair.

Finally, he sighed helplessly.

"Really are…"

compared to half a year ago.

Viserys' bedroom now on Dragonstone is a little richer.

An old low bedside table, a half-burned candle is emitting light, and there is a book with bookmarks on the table. This is a book about the continent of Essos, which tells about a What travelers see and hear.

Viserys was very interested in this kind of book, and read it for a while every day before going to bed.

On the other side is a bookcase, which is also full of various books. In fact, there was no need for the old bachelor to remind him, Viserys naturally knew the importance of knowledge.

At that time, he was only frightened by the attack, and at the same time, he was worried about the future, so he practiced swordsmanship with extreme extremes in order to protect himself.

But now he also understands that swordsmanship is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two.

Then Viserys looked at a brown wooden box in the corner, jumped off the bed, and walked to the wooden box.

beep--

The sound of the horn outside the window is still melodious, the drums of war are shaking, and the sound of shouting and killing can be vaguely heard.

The silver-haired boy could feel that the heart in his chest was beating continuously with the rumbling sound, and the hot blood was rapidly flowing out of his body.

Viserys put a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating faster.

He didn't know why he felt that way, and that feeling was giving him fearless courage.

Even if he is only a seven-year-old child.

"Blood and fire are of the same origin."

For some unknown reason, the boy suddenly recited the mantra of House Targaryen, and then opened the wooden box in the corner to reveal the contents inside.

A set of tailor-made small leather armors are neatly arranged, and there is a short sword that is also tailored for him, and has already opened its edge.

The sharpness of this sword can't be said to cut iron like mud, but at least Viserys can use this 'short sword' to cut off the head of the grass figurine in daily practice.

Then Viserys put on his leather armor and put on his short sword.

Then the boy moved over to a small stool, stepped on the stool and clawed it to the edge of the small narrow window on the wall, sticking his head out and looking down.

call…

The sea breeze at night blew the boy's long silver-blond hair and gently swept it on his white forehead.

A pair of lavender eyes were as clear as water, looking at the battlefield where the sound of thunderous fighting could be heard in the distance under the dark night.

"Hope everything goes well."

Then he closed his eyes and prayed softly.

He's not a troublemaker, and he certainly won't run out of the window on his own accord.

Then fell to death.

Viserys's bedroom was in the tower on the edge of the castle, and there were rocks under the windows, and it was almost a dead end for him to jump from here.

And he wasn't going to escape, just a little panic in the face of the war for the first time, but he didn't know who to share this panic with.

Put on your own little equipment to give yourself a little psychological comfort.

And in the distance.

In the darkness that Viserys couldn't reach.

Above the rough sea, the two fleets even had nearly a hundred warships of different sizes.

The desolate long horn sounded.

woo-

The clear-cut Qingting Island fleet was lined up in formation. Under the cover of countless long ships, three larger and higher tonnage oared battleships were used as the main ships to kill in the direction of the Dragonstone Island fleet.

On the other hand, the Dragonstone Fleet seemed to be a little underprepared. It hurried out of the port, and even before the formation was ready, it faced the impact of Earl Redwyn's fleet.

Yet their coping was just as excellent.

The sea breeze howled.

woo-

The horn sounded continuously from all directions, trembling above the eardrums, making people's blood boil involuntarily.

Paxter Redwyn, a former Targaryen admiral and Admiral of Aerys II, is now wearing a blue-and-white wool coat with the coat of arms of dark purple grapes embroidered on his chest.

He was standing on the largest warship among the three oared warships in the Qingting Island Fleet, with both hands tightly clenching the railing in front of him, leaning out slightly to look at the dragon stone in front of him. The formation of the island fleet.

The experienced general in naval battles is not actually majestic in appearance, but a middle-aged man with a thin stature and looks a bit wretched.

His shoulders drooped slightly, and a few sparse strands of orange-yellow hair on top of his head were struggling in the sea breeze.

A horn sounded from the direction of Longshi Island in the distance, and a melodious and low-pitched bell also rang.