Chapter 444 The Dead

  Boom! Rumble!

  The continuous gunfire echoed on the Black Water Bay, and the sea breeze was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

  The roaring sound from more than 300 artillery pieces of the Stormland Fleet was like a deadly symphony, and the brilliant explosion flames seemed to open the gates of hell, devouring the souls of every dead person.

  The sea surface has absorbed the blood of the soldiers, and it has become an unprecedented crimson.

   "My lord, the Braavosi want to escape."

"They can't run away," Lord Lucas Dayne ordered calmly, "give orders to Spirit, Swordfish, Seaflower, Glory of the Guard... to go after the Braavosi. The remaining warships are cleaning the battlefield and preparing to land on Chaotou Island."

"yes!"

  After giving the order, Earl Lucas turned his attention to the sea in front of him again.

  There are countless shipwrecks, corpses, and banners of various ironmen and Braavos floating on the sea.

  Under the artillery bombardment of the Stormland Fleet, both the ferocious Iron Fleet and the arrogant Braavos Fleet suffered heavy casualties, almost completely annihilated.

  Of course, the Stormland Fleet itself paid a considerable price.

   Both the Griffin and the Rose were unfortunately sunk during the battle, and the rest of the ships were also damaged. As for the casualties, it is not yet possible to count them, but it is estimated that they are not a small number.

   However, these casualties are not worth mentioning compared with the brilliant victory achieved.

  The Iron Fleet was destroyed, and the Braavos fleet was severely damaged. Now the waters around Westeros are dominated by the Stormland Fleet.

   They have become a veritable armada.

  Whether it is the major lords of Westeros or the many free trade city-states across the narrow sea, if they dare to make an enemy of Caesar, they must bear the risk of their waterways being cut off.

   This is an extremely critical factor for those cities near the sea and rivers that rely on ocean trade.

  Earl Lucas has faintly noticed the possible far-reaching impact of this sea battle on Chaotou Island, and he can't help but feel a little complacent.

   "My lord, what do you think is that?"

Earl Lucas was pulled back to the battlefield by the first mate's voice, and looked in the direction the other party was pointing at. He saw a thick and strange blood-red smoke rising from Chaotou Island. .

   "It might be something burned." Earl Lucas didn't think too much, and ordered, "Notify all ships and prepare to land."

"yes!"

  The Stormland Fleet slowly turned around and headed towards Chaotou Island.

   At this time, the sea water suddenly began to surge restlessly, stirring up high waves from time to time. The sea wind also became violent and violent, making the sails of the ship bulge.

   "The storm is coming." The first officer said looking at the gloomy sky.

   "Lower the sails and move on." Earl Lucas said calmly.

   A little storm, naturally he didn't pay attention to it.

  But soon, he realized that this storm was unusual.

  After just a moment, the sea water seemed to be boiling. Wave after wave hit the bow of the ship, as if the sea was roaring angrily.

  The gust of wind blew past, bringing a strong smell of blood and rancidity, which even made many battle-hardened soldiers vomit.

  The originally sunny sky suddenly darkened at an extraordinary speed.

  Boom!

  A thunderstorm suddenly exploded, followed by a downpour of rain.

The strong sea wind swept across the deck, easily sweeping all the movable materials into the sea. Although the sails had been lowered long ago, under the impact of the huge waves, the warship, which was still invincible just now, seemed to be toddling in front of a giant. little kid walking.

   Earl Lucas held the side of the ship tightly with both hands, barely able to stabilize himself on the violently shaking deck.

  He has realized at this moment that this storm is too wrong.

   Could it be that the God of Storms is angry?

The strong wind that swept across the sea brought up huge waves. The battleships of these stormy fleets were like building block toys floating in the water. They were lifted high by the waves for a while, and even the bottom of the ship was almost out of the water at the highest point, and then smashed again. Down, the entire deck was submerged in the water, and it took a long time before it resurfaced.

  The artillery that was originally fixed on the deck was too heavy, some were swept directly into the sea during such violent turbulence, and some smashed through the deck and fell into the cabin.

   "My lord, Dreadnought! Dreadnought!"

   Earl Lucas wiped off the sea water on his face, and looked at the Dauntless behind in the direction pointed by the first officer.

  The thousand-ton battleship was originally damaged in the battle, but now it suddenly encountered such a strange and strong storm, and it disintegrated in the middle of the bumps!

  The huge hull was divided into two parts under everyone's horrified eyes, tilted high, and then slowly sank into the sea.

  The tall mast hit the water with a bang, making a loud bang.

  Thousands of hundreds of crew members fell into the water, shouting for help.

   "Hurry up and save people!" Earl Lucas roared.

  Nearby warships approached one after another, throwing ropes one after another, trying to get the companions who fell into the water to catch and climb.

  Boom!

  Thunder roared, the wind gusts, and the entire Black Water Bay seemed to be boiling.

   Earl Lucas also joined the rescue team.

  It was just that when a person grabbed the rope he had put down and climbed up to him, Earl Lucas suddenly realized something was wrong.

   "You're not one of us!" he snapped. "You're the Ironborn!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Earl Lucas immediately drew his long sword, and the ironman climbed onto the bow along the rope.

   Chi!

  The long sword slashed out, almost cutting off half of the Ironborn's face.

   It stands to reason that with such serious injuries, even if the Ironborn survived, he should have wailed and fell into the sea.

   But something weird happened.

  The ironman in front of him rushed towards Earl Lucas without hesitation.

  Caught off guard, Earl Lucas was really thrown to the ground by him.

   At such a close distance, Earl Lucas could clearly see the ironborn's face—

  It was a terrifying face.

   Flesh and blood flew from one side, and brains flowed turbulently, while the other half was white and swollen from blisters.

  In the only remaining one eye, there is a blood-red light that does not resemble human beings.

   "Hiss—" the ironman roared like a beast, and bit Earl Lucas.

  Fortunately, the attendant arrived in time, and he chopped off the whole ironman's head with a sword.

   "My lord, are you okay?"

   "I didn't..." Count Lucas wanted to struggle to get up, but he was shocked to find that the headless ironman was still hugging him tightly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pinch his neck.

   Chi Chi Chi.

  The two waved their long swords continuously, cutting the iron man into seven or eight pieces, and only then let him "die".

   "What the **** is this?" Earl Lucas gasped, obviously shocked.

  The attendant thought of a slogan that the ironmen often talked about, and suddenly exclaimed:

   "Pass, the dead don't die?"

   "Bullshit can't die! If we can kill them once, we can kill them a second time!" Earl Lucas said coldly, "Notify everyone to be careful, those in the water may not all be our companions."

"yes."

   Having said that, Earl Lucas was never at peace.

  No one can deal with such a strange scene calmly.

  He ran to the side of the boat and looked out.

   On the surface of the dark sea, there were countless red eyes shining, like stars weeping blood, surrounding them.

  The storm is still going on, and the air is filled with the smell of blood and carrion.

  The entire Black Water Bay is like falling into hell.

   There is one more chapter in a moment

  

  

  (end of this chapter)