Chapter 459: The Night of Catastrophe

Since the end of the last 'Gulf War'.

The Braavos got a taste of victory by defeating their proud fleet at the doorsteps of the Pentos and Lys.

Braavos hasn't had a real war with the outside world since then, just some insignificant friction.

And the Braavos never seemed to have a taste of homeland warfare, and their people wailed in flames as the war burned on their land.

Today, however, they experienced all of these feelings at once.

The bright moon hangs high, and the night is shrouded in darkness.

The sparkling sea reflects the beautiful night view of the bustling city of Braavos, full of lights and feasts.

However, at this moment, a huge black dragon suddenly fell from the sky.

His dragon flames melted the stubborn stones and destroyed the standing titan.

Immediately afterwards, the giant dragon made a loud roar, and its shadowy figure shrouded the sea, flying fast against the choppy water, its wings flapping against the gust of wind.

Then the ferocious head was raised high. Just before Braavos' Armada had time to react, it suddenly spit out dragon flames.

boom--

The raging dragon flames directly destroyed the brig of an invincible fleet, shards of wood flew, and the hard hull exploded into two sections.

The Braavos soldiers on the boat had just crawled out of their beds, not knowing what was going on, before being enveloped in flames as far as they could see.

Some made a shrill scream and were drowned in the sea of ​​fire, while others jumped into the big lagoon with flames on their bodies, hoping that the flames on their bodies could be extinguished with the help of sea water.

rumbling—

However, the dragon flames continued to divide the sea, and countless Braavos warships shattered in a straight line.

Because it was already late at night, except for the warships that were out on patrol, the rest of the Armada's warships were docked at the arsenal.

This is the base for defending the main port of Braavos, and the Braavos arsenal is located at the entrance of the Great Lagoon, just behind the Titans, on a fist-shaped sea reef.

The rock crenel at its top is densely covered with catapults, ballistas, and fire-breathing crossbows, and this is the barrier to the sea of ​​Braavos.

If there is a war, the enemy invades from the sea, you can directly use the narrow channel under the crotch of the Titan to resist the enemy's attack.

However, the people of Braavos never thought that the enemy would come from the sky. Maybe they did, because the city of Braavos was prepared to resist the dragon's attack from the very beginning.

This group of slaves who were the first to escape from Valyria feared the most that their former masters would descend on a dragon.

Therefore, the entire city of Braavos is composed of large and small islands, full of stone buildings but not a single tree, to prevent the dragon's flames from spewing out when the dragon attacks, causing devastating damage.

And the arsenal has arranged a large number of giant crossbows pointing straight to the sky, just to fight the dragon flying from the sea.

But it is a pity that the Braavos Armada, which has no rivals across the Narrow Sea, the Shivering Sea and the Summer Sea, has brought long-term comfort to the city, and even made the Braavos people lose their most basic vigilance. They forgot the threat posed by dragons.

They indulged in the peaceful and gentle township, arrogant, arrogant, and dismissive. They never thought that one day someone would burn the flames of war on the top of the 'Secret City'.

The red dragon flames that fell from the sky continued to destroy Braavos' ships, detonating the kerosene stored in the cabin from time to time, forming a larger explosion.

Countless Braavos soldiers in the cabin or the port of the arsenal were fried in a frying pan, and they screamed and jumped into the sea.

The giant crossbow that pointed straight to the sky was destroyed under the raging dragon flame, and the towering trebuchet collapsed and fell into the water.

The sea is burning, and the sky is lit up by the fire, which is like the end of the world.

huh~

Viserys rode on the dragon's back, the scorching wind whistled in his ears, and his silver armor gleamed on the burning sea.

He actually wanted to attack Braavos a long time ago, because the other party has challenged his bottom line one after another.

From the union of Pentos and the Iron Throne, to the assassination of the Faceless, the invasion of the Dothraki, although Braavos was very clean and did not capture any evidence, for some people or some things , you don't need evidence at all, you just need to know.

If it wasn't for the White Walkers' early recovery that disrupted Viserys' plans, he must also intervene in the Westeros situation in advance, otherwise he would prefer to conquer the Free Cities first and then attack the Iron Throne.

This time, however, Braavos' attack on the young dragon touched Viserys' bottom line again.

He was no longer going to continue to be feigned with this unfriendly neighbor, but smashed each other with an iron fist.

"Bellerion!"

Immediately Viserys took hold of the saddle ring, and the black dragon understood.

The giant dragon flew above the sea at high speed and made a low neigh in its mouth, then fluttered its wings into the sky in a sea of ​​fire, and went straight to the center of Braavos, the bustling city that never sleeps.

And in the city of Braavos, it is a brightly lit city that never sleeps.

Near the Moon Pond in Flooded Town, countless assassins who are proficient in the "Dance of Water" are comparing their skills here.

But at this moment, they all stopped and stared at the sky in astonishment, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

And the rapier in their hands can't play any role at this time.

On the sea between the islands and reefs, the world-famous ladies and courtesans of Braavos were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

And the prostitutes at the Happy Pier and the Cat Shelter also stopped shaking from the guests, climbed down, took only a blanket, came to the window naked, and opened their mouths slightly.

"My God, the gods are above"

The bright fire lit up the sky, and in this night called catastrophe, every Braavosian could not escape and remember it for life.

They never thought that their proud armada would one day be as fragile as a piece of paper.

Breaks with a poke.

They didn't understand until this day why their ancestors were so afraid of dragons, and even kept their names incognito when they were established for a century.