Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 12 Fleet Sets Sail
Silver Dragon Wharf, Volantis.

After several weeks of rest and preparation, Longzel finally notified other nobles of the upcoming voyage. The Bentaro family had completely collapsed, and their wealth and land had been divided up by the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party. Longzel also obtained valuable gold, 23 large ships, and nearly small and medium-sized ships.

Now all these ships are incorporated into the fleet of the Varese family.

Of course, not so many ships will be used on this voyage.

During the rest period, Longzel selected the ships for this voyage, including the newly built "Weeping Boy" and "Lord of Silence", the latter of which served as the flagship of this operation. These two giant ships used the shipbuilding methods left by Cleolius, did not use oars, and had multiple huge masts and sails that covered the sky.

It is said that these two warships were faster than the three-hundred-oared warships during their sea trials.

In addition to these two giant ships, the fleet also included 9 large sailing ships without oars, 12 warships with 65 oars, warships with oars and oars.

As long as this navy does not encounter a storm, it can easily sail across the summer sea.

As soon as the short silver-haired boy jumped off his horse, he opened his arms impatiently and rushed towards Longzel Vareses who was also waiting for him with his arms open.

"Brother." Valar hugged his brother tightly, allowing Longzel to tiptoe and rub his hair and pat his shoulder.

"Yes, I'm a lot stronger now. I'm sorry about the assassination."

"It has nothing to do with you, Longzel." Valar let go after hugging her long enough. "It was us who were not careful enough."

"As long as you are safe." Longzel nodded to Hoffa and Sebastian who followed him. "You too, safety comes first."

The two young men stood up at the same time and knocked their fists on their chests.

"Valar!" A dissatisfied voice came from behind Longzel, and Valar then discovered Rey hiding behind his elder brother.

The little guy grows very fast, changing almost every day.

"And you." Valar rubbed Rey's head a few times with a playful smile. "You've grown a lot, little brat."

"Hmph." Rey pouted in dissatisfaction. But he still gave his brother a big hug. "Fortunately you are okay, Valar, everyone was worried about you."

"How's Flamewing?"

"That's great. I can fly out and have fun every day." Rey looked at Dr. Vesalius who came to see him off with some resentment. "You have more freedom than me."

"Flamewing is very old." Longzel sighed. "It might not survive our return flight, so I asked them to let it go."

The three young men mourned for the falcon for a while, then boarded the warship surrounded by the crowd.

Because Longzel had announced the departure of the warships through the Senate in advance, there were fewer onlookers, and the area outside the dock had basically been cleared to allow large ships to leave side by side.

The red-robed monk Malach, who had basically recovered, also followed and was now reading quietly on the deck.

Vincent Kaon and Gunthor Jieyan stayed in Volantis, and Dr. Visali returned to the mansion with his apprentice Evans Dayne.

Most of the young people around Longzel followed their master onto the warship.

Lynn Vartaken put on purple armor, and Ago, who was not wearing armor but had an Arak scimitar hanging on his waist, guarded the master on the left and right. Hoffa and Sebastian Jieyan were also on the flagship "Lord of Silence", and participated in the command of the flagship with Yamor.

Tigaro Dagareon and Adams brought young Rey aboard the "Weeping Boy". This large ship was more comfortable and had spacious and bright cabins inside.

Amos Fezel and Zelsar Shadowweaver went to the three-hundred-oared ship "Swordfish" and commanded this capital ship with Aslan Longdel.

The dull sound of horns echoed throughout the harbor.

The huge fleet slowly left the port, towed by barges.

The waves are surging.

At this moment, in the far north.

In the thick fog, the towering Titan suddenly broke through the fog, revealing the floating city behind it. Hundreds of islands of different sizes were scattered throughout the huge city, and long gray, golden or red bridges connected them together.

The city is full of stones and there is not a single bit of green.

On an island surrounded by water, on a low rocky hill, a building with a strange black spire is sleeping quietly.

The twelve-foot-high carved wooden doors were tightly closed. The weirwood door on the left was as white as a skeleton, but had a half-moon carved out of ebony. The ebony door on the right was as dark as night, but had a crescent moon carved out of weirwood. The combination of the two formed a full moon in black and white.

The ten-foot-diameter pool was still rippling, reflecting the countless holes on the wall and thirty statues of various shapes.

Among them were the Weeping Woman, the Night Lion, the Hooded Walker, Bakalon, the Pale Moon Maiden, the Stranger, and the Mermaid King. All the gods stood there, quietly looking at their reflections in the pool.

The man staggered to the pool, plopped down on his knees beside a man wearing a half-black, half-white hooded cloak, and took the glass of water he handed over.

"May you finally rest in peace." The voice under the hood was indifferent, yet had a strange magnetism, as if some magic was attracting you to listen to what he said unconsciously, yet making you ignore his existence unconsciously. A red candle was burning slowly.

The black water cup fell to the ground.

The man died quietly.

The man in the hood gently brushed his hand across the corpse's face.

The next moment, he looked up.

It was the dead man's face, but there was no expression on his face.

Suddenly, the man covered his face, as if a huge pain exploded from his body.

The man squatted down in pain, muttering incomprehensible words.

Until a long time passed.

The man stood up expressionlessly.

“The oracle of the Thousand-Faced God?” The man stroked his decaying face. “Is the descendant of the Breaker of Shackles, the benefactor of the Faceless Ones, finally embarking on the journey of destiny?”

The man lowered his head, slowly walked to the statue of Stranger and sat down.

“The Faceless One never forgets.” The man murmured, “Just as the Thousand-Faced God expects, someone will do it. Someone will definitely do it.”

A tall, thin figure, also wearing a hood, stepped out of the shadows.

"All men are mortal."

He said.

"Everyone must serve."

The man under the hood raised his head, revealing a face that was half decayed but still expressionless.

"Someone is here on call." The man who had just approached the pool raised his head. There was nothing under his hood.

"Someone still needs to be served." The expressionless man's other half of his face was decaying. "The price has been paid, and the gift will be given. Someone needs to go to the East and find the musician who changed the music as guided by God."

"Someone still has doubts."

"As God wishes." The man, whose face had completely decayed, lowered his head again.

"Someone will tell you everything he knows."

(End of this chapter)