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Chapter 307 Dragon Knight
This was Tyrion's second time riding a dragon. However, the two experiences were vastly different. He not only received a custom-made suit of armor inlaid with fur, but also a special seat on the dragon's back to secure him and prevent him from being thrown off by the dragon's movements.
Tyrion asked Lu Xuan while adjusting the device called a seatbelt.
"I don't understand, why me? To be honest, I have no experience in riding dragons in battle."
"Heh, in this world, no one but Daenerys and I have this experience. But it doesn't matter, you will after tonight."
“Wow. That sounds good, but I still want to know. How exactly do you control these pterosaurs? Especially that night, when you were even in the city, but the pterosaur was as intelligent as a human. After that night, I tried, and they weren't that smart at all.”
"Hehe, I thought you should have guessed it."
"You guessed it? Could it be that you're a shapeshifter? But I've never heard of shapeshifters being able to control dragons."
"That's because the shapeshifters you've seen are all too weak. I saw a wild man shapeshifter at the Wall in the North. He could contract several wild beasts at the same time, including a Shadow Lynx, a Frozen Bear, an eagle, and three wolves. If it were him, with a little training, he could easily control one or even two dragons."
"Two?" Tyrion seized on the word. He glanced around; there was a whole Pteranodon.
"There are twenty-one Pteranodons here, but I don't see any other shapeshifters. So you..."
"That's right, just like you think. I'm controlling them all by myself."
"!!!!" The little devil opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single word. Because at that moment, only a million "Holy crap" thoughts were surging within him. However, given that the person in front of him was a monster capable of controlling twenty-one pterosaurs simultaneously, he decided it was best not to swear.
"It's better than I expected," Lu Xuan suddenly said.
"What?" Tyrion didn't understand.
“When I mentioned shapeshifters, at least you didn’t blurt out that shapeshifters are evil and dangerous beings.”
"...I've never really agreed with this view. I feel they're just a special kind of human. Just like how the Targaryen family can control dragons. Shapeshifters are just a weakened version of dragon control. There shouldn't be a distinction between evil and evil. I'm not sure of the origin of this view, but I feel some of the records are a bit strange."
“Heh, very good. There’s an old saying in my hometown: ‘To believe everything in books is worse than having no books at all.’ Tyrion, I’m giving you that saying now.”
"To believe everything in books is worse than having no books at all?" Tyrion pondered this question repeatedly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Hold on tight, we're about to set off." Lu Xuan's reminder interrupted Tyrion's thoughts. Then, Tyrion felt his body suddenly lean back, and a strong whooshing sound filled his ears. When he came to his senses, they were already in mid-air.
But it was only then that Tyrion noticed that Lu Xuan was completely naked, standing on the back of the pterosaur in his armor alone. His feet seemed nailed to the dragon's back, and the dragon's movements couldn't shake him at all.
In the darkness, as if to facilitate this night raid, a fierce wind arose and torrential rain poured down. This severe weather completely demoralized the fleet's guards. Even the heavy dragon-hunting crossbows were temporarily covered with tarpaulins.
The storm did not affect the pterosaurs much. They lived in the rainforest and were used to such heavy rain.
Under the cover of the torrential rain, twenty-one giant dragons appeared abruptly above the fleet, flying at extremely low altitudes. However, at that moment, Lu Xuan's expression changed slightly. The next second, all the dragons suddenly rose into the air. Then, dozens of enormous nets were projected out by some unknown device, sweeping towards the dragon horde in a massive, overwhelming manner.
It seems the fleet had taken precautions after the last raid. However, perhaps due to time constraints, the sheer number of those massive barbed wire nets was limited. Lu Xuan's spiritual senses alerted all the dragons to rise simultaneously. In the end, only one dragon was caught in the net, but it quickly broke free and escaped capture.
Countless soldiers rushed onto the deck, tearing apart the massive dragon-hunting crossbows. But at that moment, Daenerys's dragons launched an attack from another direction. Dragonfire descended from the sky, instantly sweeping across more than a dozen warships.
At the same time, the dragons on Lu Xuan's side began to drop alchemical bombs from their bodies. A series of explosions echoed throughout the entire sea.
In the midst of the raging storm, many bombs were not accurately deployed. However, the good news was that operating the dragon-hunting crossbows also became incredibly difficult. This time, Lu Xuan personally went to the scene, utilizing his Three-Eyed Raven-level shapeshifting abilities. He precisely possessed each pterosaur, controlling them to dodge the crossbow bolts while continuously launching alchemical bombs. In less than fifteen minutes, the entire fleet was thrown into chaos by the relentless bombardment.
Commanding a fleet of over a thousand warships is a huge challenge in itself. Even with prior preparations, the sheer size of the fleet made it even more difficult, especially during a stormy night.
Hunting dragons with ballistae is not impossible, but there's a prerequisite: multiple ballistae need to fire simultaneously to create a sufficient area of effect to achieve the desired dragon-hunting effect.
Using a single ballista to shoot down a dragon is not the same as shooting down a plane with a rifle.
The scattered shots, under Lu Xuan's precise control, all missed their mark. Crucially, the continuous explosions put immense pressure on the Allied soldiers. Facing such intense aerial bombardment, maintaining composure and launching a rational counterattack is something only the Chinese army in the real world, or perhaps the American soldiers in movies, could achieve. No matter how much preparation they made beforehand, or how experienced their soldiers were, the result was the same. Because these soldiers' experience didn't include dealing with a dragon's night attack. No army in the world possesses this kind of combat experience.
Aside from the fear and anguish of the soldiers, one man was ecstatic: Tyrion. The torrential rain did nothing to extinguish the fire within him. Especially as he sat atop a dragon's back, watching countless warships being torn apart by flames, the thrill of destruction was more exhilarating than that of a hundred prostitutes.
"I want to become a dragon rider." This was Tyrion's goal.
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Chapter 308 The Ultimate Reinforcements
Not far away, a fleet, taking advantage of the chaos in the blockade, forced its way through and entered Slaver's Bay. Some of the blockade's warships noticed them and attempted to stop them, but were quickly blasted to pieces by the dragons in the sky.
A full sixty transport ships—the target was indeed quite large. Even with Lu Xuan's cover, many transport ships were still attacked. However, in the raging storm, the effect was actually limited against the well-protected transport ships.
Several warships attempted to board the transport ships, but were immediately thrown off by some immense force. Vaguely visible beneath the massive tarpaulins on the transport ships appeared to be some enormous figure moving about.
Daenerys's dragons harassed the allied fleet from various angles. The entire sea was shrouded in blue and red flames. The allied soldiers were on the verge of collapse. Fighting in such torrential rain was already beyond the endurance of ordinary soldiers, let alone with twenty-one dragons attacking from the sky.
On a certain transport ship.
Jon Snow, or rather, Jon Targaryen, was hiding behind his shield, staring dumbfounded at the battle unfolding before him. He had lived in the North since childhood and had rarely seen the sea, except at White Harbor. Even at White Harbor, he had only witnessed a few pirate raids. He had never seen a naval battle of this scale. In reality, the Seven Kingdoms' economic level simply couldn't afford a battle of this magnitude. They would probably have to include fishing boats to barely muster that many ships.
The roar of thousands of warships, the dragons soaring through the sky, the rolling blue flames, the dragonfire descending from the heavens—the whole scene resembled an apocalyptic world. Jon Snow was somewhat bewildered. He had thought the battles against the wildlings were the most terrifying wars in the world. Now, it seemed their battles at the Wall were like children playing house.
The transport ships Jon Snow was on were heavily fortified. However, this also meant they lacked sufficient combat equipment. So they basically didn't participate in the fighting, just charging forward blindly.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but that apocalyptic scene had been left further and further behind. Jon could even vaguely see the harbor.
Jorah led over two thousand men to stand guard at the port, while also preparing for the arrival of the first group of Free People fighters, who were exceptionally special.
As the ship docked, a huge horn was sounded. From the ship's hull, which was covered by massive tarpaulins and templates, a group of enormous figures began to slowly disembark.