When Victarion arrived at Dragon's Head with two thousand men, he looked surprised.
Because at this time, there were two or three thousand people on the road leading to Deepwood Motte, including two tall giants.
Victarion was a little confused. According to Euron, his niece Asha should be in Deepwood Motte at this time, but the road to Deepwood Motte was blocked by a group of wildlings.
Most of these savages were women and teenagers, except for the several hundred people led by two giants who looked well-equipped.
Victarion keenly sensed that something was wrong. If Asha had really occupied Deepwood Motte, these wildlings would not have gathered here.
"Wiggins, go tell the people over there that we are here to find Asha Greyjoy," said Victarion.
Wiggins nodded, then came to the front of the formation and loudly stated his purpose.
Bernardo frowned and said unhappily: "What did Bibi say? Swearing, right? Bring me the arrows!"
The deputy quickly handed the bow and arrow to Bernardo. Bernardo was a master archer among the free people, and it was because of his excellent archery skills that he became Miller's adjutant.
When Wiggins saw that the other party did not respond, he thought it might be a language barrier, so he turned around and prepared to go back.
Just as Wiggins turned around, a sharp arrow pierced his neck with a puff.
Wiggins' eyes widened instantly. He had not yet seen Lord Victarion ascend the Salt Throne, but in the end he slowly fell down with reluctance.
Victarion's hair stood on end with rage. Wiggins was his beloved relative, friend, and brother, and yet he died in the negotiations between the two armies.
"****, kill, kill all these savages!" Victarion roared angrily.
Two thousand well-equipped iron races instantly rushed towards the forest clan.
It is said that they are well-equipped, but in fact it is only relative. If one-fifth of the iron races are equipped with sophisticated iron tools and leather armor, this army can be called elite.
This is practical for any army no matter where it is placed. Not everyone has gold mines everywhere like in the West, where every soldier can get weapons and armor during battle.
Miller obviously knew this. Except for the Sons of Winter who had decent weapons, all the clan savages were armed with spears and sticks.
Miller looked at the charging Iron Men with a smile on his face. He raised his hand and a hundred archers immediately drew their bows and prepared.
Just as Miller was waiting for the best shooting distance, the spearwomen and teenagers around him roared loudly, and then, in front of Miller and Bernardo's dull gazes, a group of people rushed out.
How can I describe that momentum? It's worthy of someone fighting to protect his homeland. The momentum is really strong.
But the problem is that this is not how a war is fought. The enemy is the one who is provoked and charges forward.
At this time, Bernardo didn't know what to do and could only look at Miller.
"Shit!" Miller cursed angrily, and then told everyone not to charge, but to call Wangwang and Senbei over.
"When the two sides collide in a while, the entire army will charge into the Iron Race camp, with Wangwang and Senbei clearing the way and heading straight for the other side's leader's life!"
Just as Miller was nervously looking at the crowd that was about to collide, a faint roar was heard.
While Miller and Bernardo were stunned, the second roar was clearly heard.
"Hiss—"
Two figures, one red and one black, descended from the sky, and then the blazing dragon flames instantly created a huge hole in the Iron Race's formation.
Miller was surprised. He didn't expect Jack to come with two dragons to support him!
The biggest advantage of the dragon is its air-to-ground and high mobility. Jack certainly won't waste it.
Asha was also shocked at this time. Obviously, she still underestimated the dragon's AOE damage. Even Daenerys's little black dragon could knock down more than a dozen people with a breath of dragon flame.
The giant dragon under her crotch is even more exaggerated. With a body size of 12 meters and continuous dragon flames, it can take away a large number of lives every second.
This feeling is like stepping on ants to death as a child, which is completely different from the feeling of killing someone with your own hands.
He shifted his stride to make the dragon below more comfortable, then began to scan the ironborn below.
Soon Asha found the person she was looking for - Victarion Greyjoy.
She could tell at a glance that the people below were the elite Iron Fleet, and the commander of the Iron Fleet was her uncle Victarion.
"That man is my uncle, Victarion Greyjoy, the commander of this army. If he hadn't taken away the gold and silver of Pyke, I wouldn't have lost to Euron Greyjoy."
"If you kill him, can you control the Iron Fleet?" This is the question that Jack cares most about.
"You can try!" Asha was not sure if she could control the Iron Fleet. After all, Victarion had been in charge of the Iron Fleet since her father Balon's first rebellion.
Jack instantly entered the Dragon Spirit state upon hearing this, and Korakhu's eyes changed, and he climbed up to above Victarion.
At this time, Victarion was anxiously commanding the soldiers to disperse, and then asked the archers to gather and aim at the black dragon.
Drogon was spewing dragon flames wantonly, his eyes full of excitement. The feeling of slaughter made his scales tremble with excitement.
"Hiss—" An excited roar came from Drogon's mouth.
At that moment, as Drogon flew low, Victarion saw the right moment and ordered the arrows to be released.
A dense rain of arrows shot at Drogon at an angle of 75 degrees. Daenerys, who was on Drogon's back, noticed all this keenly. Drogon was overwhelmed by excitement, but she was not.
She instantly entered the dragon spirit state, and the brutal pleasure filled Daenerys's mind.
Although the pleasure is as stimulating to the brain as charging, the feeling of killing is more violent and difficult to control.
Fortunately, Daenerys had recharged many times and had a strong control ability. After entering Drogon's consciousness, she instantly raised Drogon's position and blocked the rain of arrows with the hardest scales on her chest.
But the fragile edge of the wing membrane was still pierced with several holes, and the pain was transmitted to Dany through the dragon spirit state.
Not daring to stay for too long, Dany controlled Drogon to quickly move up a position to ensure that the rain of arrows could not hit her, and then attacked the infantry.
Victarion was excited. "It seems that dragons are not invincible. The red one is coming down. Get ready, get ready!"
Korachou swooped down from the sky, and when he was thirty meters away, Victarion ordered his arrows to be released.
Korakxiu instantly changed from a dive to a gliding state, blocking all surveillance with his wings.
Unlike Drogon, Korak-Hugh also has fine scales on the edges of his wing membranes. If Korak-Hugh was not afraid of hurting Jack on his back, he would not even change his diving posture.
Seeing that Koraxus was not hurt at all, Victarion instantly realized that this red dragon was much stronger, so he organized a second wave of arrows.
But Korakshuu would not give him this chance. He dived again, his mouth wide open. Victarion could even see the scarlet flames gathering!
(End of this chapter)