The Mountain of Ice and Fire

A pirate captain stood on the deck.

This was a pirate who liked to wake up early.

He had large silver rings hanging from his nostrils, his head was shaved clean, and on top of his head was a blue flame tattoo like a flower petal.

His arms and cheeks were tattooed with blue flame patterns.

From these tattoos, it could be seen that the pirate was a devout follower of the Red God; he believed in the Red God.

On his waist belt were inserted short-handled axes and daggers, but no long sword was to be seen.

This captain was very tall and burly, with a fierce look on his face, and his gaze was like that of a wild beast.

His gaze was like an awl.

This awl was now fixed on one place, unblinking.

A golden-red fireball in his pupils shone like a star, magnified, and came rapidly.

The captain didn't move!

He couldn't move anymore.

Well-informed, he had never seen such a huge dragon; this suddenly appearing dragon was right in front of him, taking up all the space in front of him.

A golden-red dragon filled his entire world.

Boom!

The fireball shot down and exploded on the deck, the captain was submerged in the fireball.

Shocked, he didn't utter a scream.

The dragonfire fireball, as bright as the sun, flowed forward on the deck, advancing like a wall, unstoppable.

Whether it was wooden planks, anchors, ropes, human bodies, or other metals, they were all ignited.

Thick iron chains and anchors became liquid in an instant.

The red-hot flames engulfed the deck of the ship.

The oarsmen rowing below deck cried out in alarm.

The second fireball shot in time, like a giant red fist smashing into the middle of the ship's hull.

The flames made a strange crackling sound.

Since when did flames have a sound? It was as if some terrible red monster was tearing and biting in the flames.

"What is that?" a voice exclaimed from the bow of the neighboring ship.

The Sheepstealer turned its head, a golden-red fireball like a flame bomb launched by a catapult, hitting the bow with a bang.

The entire ship's forward momentum stalled, and the second fireball roared in, like a meteorite falling from the sky, hitting the center of the deck.

In the time it took for a heartbeat, the ship was burned into a huge fireball by dragonfire.

On the left side, the pirate ship flew a black flag with a grinning monster fish painted on it.

The pirates on this ship were awakened from their early sleep and rushed from the cabins to the deck.

A huge black shadow lashed down from the sky like a whip, with a loud cracking sound, the pirate ship's side shattered, the hull split in the middle, and the screams of the pirates and oarsmen awakened this sleeping fleet.

The Sheepstealer's tail was like a black iron steel whip, indestructible.

The dragon's tail stood up and struck down, splitting a ship in half.

The Sheepstealer's body was too huge; even several ships combined were not as large as its body.

The dragon's wings, when spread, were more than two hundred meters long.

Bang!

An even more violent explosion awakened the calm sea.

A pirate ship was blasted into the air by a huge force like a small toy.

The dragon's wings struck out like iron plates, directly knocking the pirate ships on the left and right into the air.

Bang bang bang!

Several fireballs shot out like bullets, hitting the pirate ships tumbling in the air.

Pirate ships were not known for being large and tall, but for being long and narrow, like a fish, making it easy to move freely in the sea and turn flexibly. Large merchant ships, on the other hand, were known for being tall and wide, so that they could carry more goods. The long and narrow pirate ship's size was too small for the dragon, like a tiny toy of the dragon.

A dragon's tail, claws, and wings, with a casual strike, were like a huge, infinitely powerful beast crushing a small wooden toy box.

The Mountain rode the Sheepstealer, commanding the Sheepstealer to flap its wings, and knocked a pirate ship into the air, fireballs chasing after it, igniting a huge torch in mid-air.

The Mountain had rarely chosen close combat this time!

Close combat was not the best tactic for dragons.

Because it was easy to get hit by arrows!

But close combat could give the enemy a stronger deterrent, making the enemy never forget. It was like a knight who clearly had swords but chose to use his fists, punching flesh to flesh, beating people to death.

The Mountain was not recklessly riding the dragon to land in the center of the pirate ship; he seized the best opportunity.

The pirates on the pirate ship were all asleep. By the time they organized an effective counterattack, the Mountain had already slaughtered most of them.

In the unprepared early sleeping hours, it took time for a fleet at sea to organize an effective counterattack!

The dragon swept forward at the Mountain's command, its giant claws grabbing the side of a ship, the dragon rising, lifting the entire ship out of the water, a ship full of people falling from the ship like ants.

Far and near, the awakened pirates saw this scene, and even the most fearless pirates were stunned.

At the Mountain's command, the dragon threw the ship out.

Crack!

With a earth-shattering loud noise, two ships collided, shattering into a pile of flying wood chips on the sea.

This scene stunned all the pirates and leaders, unable to move.

The Mountain chose to attack the pirate fleet!

Seen from the sky, this fleet had nearly two thousand warships, covering the sea in a dark mass.

More than five hundred of the warships came from the Mountain's fleet, more than five hundred warships came from the pirates of the Stepstones, hundreds of warships came from Asha Greyjoy of the Iron Islands in her conquest of the Iron Islands and nearby waters, and there were also hundreds of warships from Daenerys in the port of Dragonstone.

The Mountain distinguished them by flags, and locked onto the pirate fleet at the first opportunity.

The Mountain's fleet was in the middle column of the entire fleet, the fleet in front was Asha's ships, and the large flag on the flagship was the kraken flag of House Greyjoy. The fleet on the left was Daenerys's fleet, and the flag on the flagship was the three-headed dragon flag of House Targaryen—the three-headed dragon was not three dragons, but one dragon with three heads.

And behind the Mountain's fleet were pirate flags with various bloody and cruel scenes as patterns.

The Mountain chose to attack the pirate fleet at the rear.

The dragon Sheepstealer participated in the battle alone!

Arianne Martell rode the White Dragon to suppress the formation in the sky; the Mountain did not want her to participate in the battle.

The Black Dragon Drogon and the Bronze Dragon Rhaegal flew alongside at low altitude.

Dragons were magical creatures with high intelligence; they listened to their knights, getting along like family; they also listened to the leader of the dragons, which was a respect from the nature of the race.

The Sheepstealer was the leader of Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion's clan.

The Mountain rode the dragon, fireballs like bullets, burning down several pirate ships. When all the pirate ships were awakened from their early sleep, he rode the dragon, letting the dragon launch 'close combat,' the opponent being the pirates' ships.

Compared to the giant dragon, the small pirate ships were vulnerable to the dragon's claws, tail, and wings.

After the dragon grabbed a pirate ship and lifted it into the air and threw it onto another pirate ship, making a devastating collision, the shock brought by the loud collision and earth-shattering noise exceeded the light of the dragonfire.

The ships of the entire pirate fleet stopped. On the decks of hundreds of pirate ships, pirates stood stunned.

They had never seen such a terrible dragon!

They had never seen such a fierce and burly warrior!

The Mountain shouted: "Lay down your weapons, submit to me, the seas of the whole world are yours. I am the Mountain, from Westeros, I am the chosen messenger of God, I am invincible. You—submit? Or be buried in the sea?" The Mountain's voice, like rolling thunder, spread along the sea to the distance, and echoed back from the extreme distance.

A dark-skinned man standing on the bridge of the flagship raised the long-handled axe in his hand high, and then, with a clang, he dropped the axe.

As if a gust of wind blew, the pirates on one ship after another dropped the weapons in their hands, swords, guns, axes, and bows and arrows all thrown on the deck.

The first guy to take the lead in surrendering jumped from the bridge to the deck, he strode to the bow, and knelt on one knee to the Mountain suspended in the sky.

"What's your name?" The Mountain patted the dragon's head, the dragon lowered its altitude, and the wind blew towards the bow as its wings flapped. The skull flag was flapping wildly.

"Lord Mountain, my name is Steven."

"Are you from the Summer Isles?"

"Yes, my lord."

The Mountain saw the feather decorations on Steven's sword belt. The people of the Summer Isles loved to use feathers as decorations.

"Are you a knight?"

"I am not a knight."

"You are a knight now. I am the Duke of Dragonstone, the Master of War of the Seven Kingdoms, the Hand of the King of Westeros. I now bestow Steven as a knight under my command in the name of the glory of House Clegane and the Old and New Gods." The Mountain drew the Ice giant sword from his back, and under the sunlight, the sword shone with a bright light. The Mountain giant sword pointed remotely to Steven's shoulder, "Steven, what is your last name?"

"My lord, I have no last name."

"You have a last name now, from now on, your last name is Clegane, this is the most remarkable last name on the continent of Westeros. My name is Gregor Clegane, you are Steven Clegane. You are my brother of the same race.".

The Mountain's words were like the supreme oracle, with absolute authority and absolutely awe-inspiring inviolability.

His noble status as a Duke, the power of the Hand of the King, and the bravery of riding a dragon made the pirates submit.

Steven Clegane's face twisted, and blue veins appeared on his exposed arms and neck. He could hardly believe the change in his destiny, he was excited. He was originally a fierce pirate with no other merits besides killing and fighting, he had no status, not even a freeman. He was a despicable criminal who had committed a capital crime in his hometown and escaped.

But the Mountain gave him the status and status of a knight, he suddenly became a glorious knight from a despised pirate.

Knight, in addition to glory, there is another identity that can be flaunted: noble!

Steven Clegane drew a dagger from his waist, slashed his left palm, blood oozed out, dripping gurglingly: "In the name of the ocean, the sky, the earth, in the name of the Red God, the Seven Gods, the God of Death, the Old and New Gods, Steven Clegane hereby swears, from this moment on, forever, Steven Clegane pledges allegiance to Lord Gregor Clegane, no matter how brutal the enemy is in the future, no matter how terrible the changes are in the future, my loyalty will never change, and when necessary, Steven will not hesitate to dedicate his life to the lord."

"Good, get up, my knight." The Mountain's voice softened a little.

Even if his voice softened, it sounded like a call with extremely strong penetrating power. The Mountain's might was like a talent, born with it. This was not only reflected in his size, but also in his voice, eyebrows, and momentum.

In a very short period of time, the Mountain conquered a fierce professional pirate and took in an absolute confidant. Apart from him, no famous general in the Seven Kingdoms could do this. Arianne Martell in the sky saw her heart swaying. She never thought that the Mountain could destroy no more than ten pirate ships in a very short period of time, and then deter the entire fleet, and make the pirates of this fleet all kneel down and surrender.

This was the success of the Mountain's 'close combat' tactics.

He could clearly use swords, simply and neatly, but he chose to use his fists, punching flesh to flesh, one punch after another, beating people until they submitted.

The pirates of the Stepstones robbed the whole world, and the continent of Westeros launched a long war, and only after the famous 'War of the Ninepenny Kings' did they reach a delicate balance with them. But the Mountain opened an impossible, he opened a dark door. Letting the first ray of light shine into that mysterious and dark pirate world.

There were many teams of pirates in the Stepstones, usually fighting on their own, and they would only unite to fight when they encountered the encirclement and suppression of the navy of a certain country or continent. But when it came to being strongly conquered, there had never been a precedent in nearly a hundred years.

Asha was able to invite the pirates of the Stepstones to help in the battle, not the conquest that Littlefinger said, but hiring them.

It was a long story, but in fact, the time it took for the Mountain to launch a surprise attack to conquer and grant Steven the title of knight and the Clegane surname was extremely short.

When the dragon lifted a ship into the air and then dropped it on another ship, the shock brought by the roaring collision and earth-shattering noise exceeded the light of the dragonfire.

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"Knight Steven, from now on, you are the captain of this ship."

"Yes, my lord."

"Who is the leader of your fleet?"

"I am, Lord Mountain!"

A voice shouted from a larger ship in the distance.

The Mountain had long noticed that this ship was larger than the other ships, he needed a leader to command and mobilize this fleet, so he chose to attack the area with smaller ship types.

The success of any plan includes details that are not known to outsiders.

"What's your name."

"My name is Donnel, the leader of this fleet."

"Donnel, from now on, Steven Clegane is your deputy, and will manage this fleet with you."

"Yes, Lord Mountain."

"Very good." The Mountain was very satisfied with Donnel's obedience to him, "I order the fleet to be divided into two routes, General Donnel leads the right route, Knight Steven leads the left route, cover up and surround Daenerys's fleet."

"Yes, Lord Mountain."

"Blow the horn of attack!" The Mountain's voice boomed!

Woooooo!

The pirate fleet's horn of attack sounded, high-pitched and shrill, full of murderous aura!

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