Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 272: Legend of the Savage Land

The scorching sunlight beat hard on the calm and windless sea surface, but could not create a single ripple. Only when the dark green dragon shadow passed through the endless deep blue would it cause a little ripple. Even the big fish that often appeared in this sea area on weekdays had to fly a long way to be found.

The long summer brings a good harvest, and also brings love for the windless time of the summer sea.

Centrolos roared as he skimmed across the sea, his wings gently gliding into the water. As he passed the Explorer, his dragon wings rose, stirring up a splash of water, allowing the naked sailors on the deck to enjoy a rare coolness - it was a pity that they had to endure the salt stains, after all, fresh water in summer was very precious. After setting sail, in such weather, the fresh water stored in the cabin rotted quickly. If it weren't for Captain Misanben's rich experience and the Explorer was equipped with long oars and small boats.

I'm afraid it will get worse.

Fortunately, dragons don't need to consume fresh water.

Sentros roared and landed on the space cleared for it at the stern of the ship. The ferocious dragon resisted the urge to spit fire. After all, Sentros knew that what he was stepping on was not stone, but fragile wood. If the fire ignited the wood under his feet, his companions would be very sad.

So Senderos lazily stuffed his head into the butterfly-patterned wings, out of sight, out of mind.

Dan climbed down from the dragon saddle tiredly, took the rum handed to him by his guard and took a small sip. Although he was used to it, he still frowned uncomfortably as he had never liked drinking since he was a child.

"Captain Misanben, we are heading in the right direction." Dan swallowed the wine that was full of dregs in his mouth and said excitedly, "According to our current speed, we will reach the Island of Tears in three days."

"Your Highness, there are still bandits gathering on the Island of Tears. It is not safe there." Misanben said subconsciously. His plan was to send a small boat to the pirate town on the Island of Tears to buy supplies, and then they would set off immediately to the colonial town in the north of Sothoryos.

After the Doomsday, the colonies of the Valyrian Freehold in Sothoryos collapsed one after another due to natural disasters or diseases. High Gothos, once full of blood magic, and those large colonial towns collapsed into ruins. But on their ruins, greedy people still built towns made of mud and blood. People went deep into the rainforest, hunting pterosaurs, striped men, basilisks, giant lizards, apes, and legendary monsters, searching for treasures left over from ancient times. It is said that someone really found a golden lake guarded by lizardmen deep in the rainforest, but it is just a legend.

At least the scholars of the Citadel and the monks of many gods' temples do not recognize this.

These small mud-blood towns worship power and money. Misan conquered one of the port towns with money and the military force backed by the Varese family.

His plan was to disembark there, hire hunters, guides, and mercenaries, and then go deeper into the unknown rainforest.

"With dragons around, everywhere is safe." Dan was quite confident about this point: "The pirates of Tear Island cannot be unfamiliar with this flag and murder the descendants of the Silver Dragon in front of it." The young descendant of the Silver Dragon suddenly laughed out loud: "Even the pirate kings of the Stone Steps Islands did not dare to do so. But you are right, Captain, we should be cautious."

Misanben nodded and asked the rowers to take a break.

There will be wind at night, and the speed of the large sailboat will be much faster at that time. Combined with the power of the oars, a lot of time can be shortened.

Dan sat beside Cendrolos, quietly munching on his portion of hard bread.

They must take advantage of the wind tonight to speed up and try to reach Tear Island for supplies as soon as possible.

Island of Tears.

The island is named for its tear-like shape. During the Valyrian Freehold period, the dragon kings built a huge city called "Golgothos" on the basis of the ancient Ghis Empire's colonial city "Golgor" - a place of exile. They transported slaves here and handed them over to the blood witches and warlocks in the pit. They conducted evil experiments that the gods despised in the dungeons and bloody pits of Golgothos.

So, not long after the Doomsday catastrophe, Gogothus, which once flourished with its slave trade and magic—some even called it the "Tenth Free Trade City-State"—suddenly fell.

The deadly Red Death killed 90% of the population of the Basilisk Islands, and Golthos was destroyed and never rebuilt. After that, all the towns that were built were simple and shabby, no longer as glorious as they once were. In the taverns built with mud and wood mixed with red paint, scum from all over the world gathered on this prison island that was once the Dragon King's Gate, drinking and talking, then robbing houses or going to the south to try their luck.

In the corner, a young figure huddled in a black robe, trying hard to hide himself in the darkness in the corner of the tavern.

Although Huo recognized the smell of Sendrolos, it was just recognition. After all, Huo had not returned to the dragon's lair in Dragon Nest City for many years. So Beile did not find his uncle's ship and dragon, but arrived at the Island of Tears in advance.

This is the largest town in the Basilisk Islands, and my uncle's ship must be resupplied here.

Beile quickly realized this logic, so after exploring the Island of Tears alone for a few days, he told Huohuo to hide himself and sneaked into the town quietly.

As a noble, although he was still a big boy in age, his height was no less than many adult civilians. Beile hid his sharp dagger under his black robe. He observed for a few days and learned a lot about the situation on the Island of Tears, which enabled him to buy food and unadulterated wine with his fluent common language.

Of course, you need a sword to buy the latter.

"Boy, your wine." The tavern owner, who was missing half of his teeth, spat and smashed a dirty glass bottle in front of Beile. Beile took back his hand on the table, leaving behind a round silver coin.

The prices here are weird, but Beile decided to buy peace with money.

The boss picked up the silver coin, looked at it, took a bite, and suddenly sat down next to Beile mysteriously. He tried to see Beile's face under the black robe, but found that the boy was wearing a mask. He could only whisper in disappointment: "Where did you get such a good Westeros silver coin?"

Belle said nothing, just staring at the dirty bottle of wine.

"Hey, don't despise me, at least this bottle of wine has never been opened." The boss whispered, "There are not many people on the Island of Tears who can produce Westeros silver coins of such high purity. Are you from the Conquered Land?"

Baylor couldn't help but frown under the mask, and said in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense, and say what you want to say."

"Don't be so disrespectful, my friend." The boss understood what Beile meant, but his attitude did not change: "Gold and silver coins from Westeros are hard currency here. If you can get coins of such high purity, I have a way to get you rare goods from the south."

Belle silently took out a knife, opened the seal of the bottle, and took a gentle sniff.

It’s not bad, it’s considered to be a relatively good quality Qingting Island Gold Wine, but it’s not well preserved and is not as good as the ones in the palace.

"Not interested in."

Before Beile finished speaking, a strong man who was drinking nearby slammed the table and stood up. He had a big belly with dozens of crooked scars on it, which was very scary. It was obvious that he was in cahoots with the boss.

"Don't be so shameless!"

He reached out to grab Beile's robe.

Blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)