At this moment, in Old Town Bay, which had calmed down, hundreds of Ironborn also escaped with their lives from the capsized longships.
In fact, most of them had already suffered fatal injuries before, and if it weren't for the help of that golden energy, they would have certainly perished at the bottom of the sea by now.
Of course, this was also due to their excellent swimming skills; otherwise, even if they had survived in the ocean, they would have found it difficult to escape to safety.
So, everything is fate, and nothing is up to humans!
Although from Oldtown's perspective, these people were not good.
However, in the face of life and death, good or bad doesn't matter; whether one survives depends entirely on luck and one's own capabilities.
When that ugly monster was rampaging, anyone who hadn't completely died managed to survive by a stroke of luck after the golden energy spread.
However, the beast in the bay had been too violent, so the vast majority of the Ironborn perished immediately, with only these more than two hundred people surviving.
And most of them were nobles from the sea monster's ship.
This time, the Iron Islands had dispatched a hundred longships, two to three thousand warriors, and two thousand ship slaves, which was almost half of the Iron Islands' foundation.
Now that they had all been lost here, it was a very serious loss for them.
It was feared that they would find it difficult to recover for the next few decades.
Oldtown, on the other hand, was relatively better off; apart from the Oldtown residents, monks, and maesters swallowed by the ugly monster, many Oldtown Garrison members who were injured but not killed in the Wildfire explosion and sea monster attack all survived, totaling two to three hundred people.
Of course, many also died; the Oldtown Garrison alone lost no fewer than 300 people, plus the civilians and parts of the underground space that were affected, Oldtown lost at least 3,000 people this time.
But Vaegon Targaryen, whose legs had been severed at the roots, was already in his twilight years but still stubbornly survived.
On a damaged giant crossbow frame in Old Town Bay, Jason, the monster terminator, slowly opened his tired eyes.
However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was completely unharmed at this moment.
Many Oldtown Garrison members who had been severely burned by Wildfire or crushed under the ruins of the city wall also crawled out from the rubble.
Under the effect of the golden energy, their injuries had all miraculously healed.
"Leader!"
Rodrik looked at his subordinates who had escaped death, and tears welled up in his eyes from excitement, so he immediately rushed over and gave them a warm hug.
Having experienced life and death together, and then surviving a catastrophe together, deepened the bond between these brothers.
"Leader, look, many of those damned Ironborn have survived!"
On several capsized longships in Old Town Bay, hundreds of Ironborn were trying to salvage several longships that were about to sink.
However, Rogge obviously wouldn't give them this chance; he quickly had someone send a message to the Holy Flame fleet squad docked in the Honeywine River.
At the same time, Rogge also had the Oldtown Garrison members quickly prepare for the Ironborn's upcoming landing operation.
Although the wharf wall was mostly destroyed, there were still many strategic materials and giant crossbows that survived.
And now, those Ironborn were completely within the range of the giant crossbows.
The Ironborn naturally noticed the movements of the Oldtown Garrison; Gonthor, who had narrowly escaped death, placed his Valyrian double hammers on a floating ship plank and quickly swam towards the shore, using the buoyancy of the plank.
"Everyone, don't mind those ships for now; the Oldtown Garrison won't give us time.
If we want to live, we can only leave here by first taking Oldtown and then seizing some ships from the Honeywine River."
Earl Zhuo Gu also echoed,
"Gonthor is right; the entire Old Town Wharf has been destroyed, and they probably don't have many people left.
Let's take Oldtown first."
So these surviving Ironborn quickly rushed towards the Old Town Wharf.
Only Rodrik, the drowned god priest, was still disoriented, holding his unplayable sea monster horn and muttering incessantly,
"How could this be? How could this be?"
Wei He Luosi glanced at Rodrik, who had completely broken down mentally, and ultimately said nothing.
After laboriously removing his heavy armor, he took his Valyrian sword and quickly rushed towards the Old Town Wharf with everyone else.
Antros and Amoros, who had been wailing incessantly, also stopped their cries after sensing the Dragon's aura from Simoros' Dragon Eggs.
Amoros even quickly flew towards the fallen Simoros.
Midway, he glanced at the rambling Rodrik, noticing that he had an aura similar to the previous monster; a breath of Dragonflame instantly burned him to charcoal, and then he swallowed both the man and the damaged sea monster horn.
Then, he scooped up a section of the ugly monster's tentacles from the sea and quickly arrived in front of Simoros.
Upon seeing the miniature Aposos and Simoros, Amoros's large pupils couldn't help but reveal even greater confusion.
However, the recent surge of maternal love prompted her to quickly roast the brought monster tentacles with Dragonflame and then tear them into small pieces to feed to the two hungry Dragons.
Although the two newborn Dragons did not yet know what fear was, they instinctively hid under Simoros' Dragon Wing when Amoros flew over.
However, the two Dragons ultimately could not resist the temptation of food and slowly crawled out, then began to feast.
However, unlike Amoros's other children, these two Dragons were very ill-tempered; although Amoros had cut enough meat, they insisted on fighting over it, as if that was the only way it tasted good.
Antros only watched from high in the sky and did not approach.
In fact, it was very rare for a Dragon like Amoros to exhibit such overflowing maternal love.
Even Silver Wing, known for her gentle nature, had never personally hatched and cared for her own Dragons.
And if her offspring belonged to a different faction than herself, she would attack without mercy.
For a Dragon like Amoros, one can only say that with many Dragons, there are all kinds of Dragons!
Seeing that the Ironborn, oblivious to their impending doom, still tried to occupy Oldtown, Rogge directly ordered his subordinates to come out from the underground space and prepare all the giant crossbows and bows and arrows.
As the Ironborn were about to land, an overwhelming rain of arrows instantly engulfed them.
More than half of the two hundred-plus people who had barely survived died again.
By the time they fought desperately to climb ashore, they were already surrounded by thousands of Oldtown Garrison.
They had no idea that there was an underground space beneath Oldtown, and the entire Oldtown Garrison had suffered very little loss.
Although that ugly monster caused an extremely terrifying scene, very few Oldtown civilians were truly affected.
It must be said that the person who built the underground space was truly great.
Did they know that Oldtown would suffer this calamity so early?
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