Chapter 106 Yege Island Military Port

At the seaside, the sea breeze is howling, and the waves are beating against the rocks.

Gavin found an empty beach, placed the wildfire jar on the ground, unscrewed the lid, and the two quickly moved away.

Cobain watched nervously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Gavin took a deep breath and prepared to light a wildfire.

Gavin raised his hand, and a ball of blazing flame flew out quickly, like an arrow from a string, speeding towards the wild fire jar in the distance. In an instant, the wildfire jar was ignited, and with a loud "boom", the jar exploded instantly. In an instant, green flames spurted out like a demon and spread crazily. A small jar of wildfire actually covered an area of ​​more than ten square meters.

The flames burned fiercely and made a crackling sound, as if they were going to devour everything around them. With a thought in his mind, Gavin began to control the flames. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were focused and sharp. With his control, the flames seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, and began to erupt more violently, and their scope continued to expand. The flames that were originally raging seemed to be given life, becoming more ferocious and violent.

Seeing this amazing effect, Gavin laughed, his smile full of pride and excitement. He turned to ask Qyburn, who was already stunned: "How many cans of wildfire do we have now?"

Qyburn finally recovered from the shock and stammered in reply: "Sir, at present... there are probably hundreds of cans left."

After hearing this, he immediately said: "Order some more wildfires, the more the better."

Qyburn responded quickly: "I obey, sir, but the transportation of wildfire is more dangerous. The group of alchemists must pay special attention during the transportation process, and the quantity should not be too large each time."

Gavin nodded solemnly and said, "Send more ships and remember to pay attention to safety when transporting."

After finishing speaking, Gavin looked at the still burning wildfire again, his eyes full of expectation, as if he had already seen the scene of defeating the enemy with this powerful wildfire.

Lys is one of the nine free trade city-states, located on the southern coast of the Essos continent, southeast of Tyrosi and west of Volantis.

It spans three islands and part of the Essos coastal area. It has a cool climate, abundant sunshine, fertile land, a large number of palm trees and fruit tree vegetation, a turquoise ocean, and more fish activities.

Lys is a city built on a rock on the island of Lys and ruled by a council of governors, elected from among the wealthiest men in the city.

Governor Byron Heywood was born into a poor family and would do anything to gain wealth. He was ruthless and initially colluded with pirates, using the power of pirates to gain population and accumulate primitive capital. In the slave trade, he used all cruel methods to suppress his opponents without mercy.

With this, his wealth increased dramatically. He not only expanded the scale of slave trading, but also got involved in training and management, and his business became increasingly prosperous. In the end, he was elected Governor of Rees with his astonishing wealth, but his ruthless style never changed.

Since Lys is dominated by islands, its naval power is the strongest among the Three Daughters, with three ports and 92 warships, including 26 sailing warships. In addition to the two thousand standing soldiers on land, there are also three More than a thousand mercenaries.

Although Nightsong Island is the smallest of the three islands in Reese, it has an extremely important position. The port on the island is Reese's only military port, and there are two large shipyards. Since the Thorn family took refuge in Reese, Also stop docking warships here. A military camp is located very close to the port to ensure that soldiers can quickly board the ship at any time.

The island is lined with green trees and undulating peaks. Under the moonlight, the outline is clear and mysterious. Dense vegetation covers the hillside, and the branches and leaves sway in the gentle sea breeze, making a rustling sound.

The tranquility of the night enveloped the land, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

The port is another lively scene. 70 warships were moored neatly in the harbor, forming a spectacular scene.

The 40 Thorn family warships are in varying conditions. Some are brand new and sturdy, others look old, and some are even pieced together and converted from merchant ships. The hulls of these warships are covered with traces of battles, as if telling the story of the fierce battles in the past.

Their bows have different shapes, some are sharp and sharp, while others are slightly blunt. The ballistae on the deck are also different, with different sizes and models.

In sharp contrast are the 30 warships of the Lys fleet, including 10 huge sailing warships. The huge sails on the towering masts are vaguely visible in the moonlight. These sailing warships are magnificent, with strong hulls and exquisite decorations, demonstrating Lys's strength and exquisite craftsmanship.

The remaining 20 or so ships are long boats with outstanding speed. Although the hulls are lower, they are smooth in shape, exquisite in design and extremely fast. Their lower sides make it easier to move around in battle.

The sea breeze blew gently through the military port, and the warships swayed slightly with the waves. The ropes rubbed against each other, making a slight squeaking sound, as if these warships were talking in their sleep. The moonlight shines on the water, forming patches of silver light that jump and flicker with the ups and downs of the waves. The entire military port was immersed in a tense and peaceful atmosphere. These warships seemed to be waiting for an order and would rush to the battlefield like arrows, showing their powerful strength and fearless courage.

Under the deep night, the sea is like an endless piece of black satin, undulating slightly. A bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold light and illuminating this turbulent world. A standard warship flying the flag of Reese slowly sailed towards the military port of Night Song Island.

The warship looked shaky in the moonlight. The planks of the hull were broken in many places. Although simple repairs were made, many broken parts were still clearly visible. A huge hole appeared at the stern, as if it had been hit hard by a sharp ram. Several holes were hit on one side of the ship by the enemy's crossbow, and the edges were jagged.

The statue on the bow was incomplete, losing its former majesty and style. The sails were severely damaged and riddled with holes by sharp arrows, and it was almost impossible to move forward with the wind.

On the deck of the warship, deep knife and sword marks crisscrossed. Although the bloodstains had been washed away by the sea, the cruelty of the battle was still vivid. Although this warship did not sink, it was no longer glorious.

However, the mast of the warship was still standing tall, and the flag of Rees fluttered in the night wind.

At this time, a sailor on the deck held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes dull, and mechanically adjusted the direction with the rhythm of the waves. His movements were stiff, as if driven by some invisible force. Another sailor was at the stern, pulling the ropes and controlling the sails with an expressionless face. They were silent, with only the whistling of the sea wind and the crashing of the waves filling the surroundings.