Hiccup gently patted Night Fury's head.
With a sharp turn, the Dragon Knight Legion instantly headed towards the coastline.
Dark figures emerged on the sea surface, and the fleet below immediately raised their massive Bows and crossbows, preparing for battle.
"Lord Rogge, the Dragon Knight Legion on Green Island has discovered us."
"If we dock now, we will definitely be attacked."
Rogge stroked his white beard.
"We have twenty thousand Vikings."
"At the same time, the fleet is equipped with a thousand ship crossbows and ten thousand stone nets, but our food is running low."
"Send a small team ashore, disguised as a merchant caravan to buy provisions."
The Viking Warriors looking up at Rogge below all had aged faces.
These veterans were once demons who killed without batting an eye, but in their old age, they often used their aged appearance to feign weakness and deceive every enemy.
This was also their value in continuing to be part of the Savage Dragon Hunting Group.
High above.
Hiccup surveyed the main body of the fleet.
The main ships, escort ships, and patrol ships were arranged very neatly.
Pirates didn't have such a sophisticated arrangement; most pirates spread out in a triangular formation and charged whenever they encountered someone.
Although this fleet didn't have many ships, it looked more like an army.
"Ga~ ga~ ga~"
A circling Terrible Terror suddenly appeared in Hiccup's line of sight.
This small Dragon, incredibly fast over short distances, was intelligent and clever, with a pure bloodline giving it the intelligence of a twelve-year-old child; it could be used for messaging, sneak attacks, and intelligence gathering.
Crucially, after training, although it couldn't speak human language, it could write, making it perfectly suited to act as a secret intelligence agent within merchant caravans, gathering information on enemy caravans.
Now, facing Hiccup, it simply spoke in Dragon Language.
"Respected Divine Emissary, these people are from the Dragon Hunting Group; they are not here to hunt Dragons, but for Draeger's castle."
"They also said that Draeger is still alive."
"Hmm?"
Hiccup looked at the circling Terrible Terror with some surprise.
Draeger had a strong life; Dragon King Alpha had already been killed, yet he was still alive.
Without the Dragon King, wouldn't he just be a paper tiger? Even if his individual combat ability was strong and he had the ability to train Dragons, how could he return for revenge in such a short time?
Could it be that he deceived others in the Dragon Hunting Group?
He couldn't have gone to find Grimmore.
Hiccup guessed roughly, putting himself in Draeger's shoes and trying to figure out how he could seek revenge.
However, looking at the situation now.
This fleet should be for scouting.
"Since that's the case, then sink them all."
Then, Hiccup gave the order: "Let Draeger's former subordinates board the fleet and attack this fleet."
"Also, give orders to capture the small team that landed alive."
"Yes, Divine Emissary."
In the sky, the Dragon Knight Legion quickly dispersed.
The small team Rogge sent out, disguised as merchants, were immediately captured by the cavalry on shore as soon as they landed.
"What are you doing? We are just merchants."
"You cavalry have no right to arrest us merchants."
"Oh, hey, watch your hands, I'm sixty years old."
"Slap~"
The patrol knight directly delivered a slap.
"What's wrong with being sixty? Do you believe I'll beat you to death right now?"
"What a rude fellow," the old man muttered, his eyes filled with resentment towards the knight.
In his heart, a grand revenge plan had already begun to unfold.
The knight captain, sitting on horseback, waved his hand and said, "Tie these people up, put bags over their heads, load them into carriages, and then throw them into the dungeon."
"Yes."
The patrol soldiers, having received the order, immediately hung their longswords at their waists.
Like tying up a sheep, they tied the knots in a few quick motions.
...
Draeger's abandoned castle.
Captain Bourne, riding a Terrible Terror, hovered above the castle.
The Terrible Terror breathed Dragon fire, two flames spurting from its nostrils and then extinguishing.
Its captivating vertical pupils surveyed the neatly dressed Viking Warriors below.
These were all Draeger's former subordinates; on land, they were strong warriors, but on the sea, their combat effectiveness was even greater.
The sea was their main battlefield.
Returning their former warships to them, and adding some new weapons from Berk Island, made these men even more formidable.
But now, it was their first battle serving Hiccup.
They not only had to fight beautifully but also show their loyalty, so Hiccup would see that they were fearless Vikings.
Bourne shouted from the sky: "Today, a fleet has come to challenge the authority of the Divine Emissary."
"As the strongest Vikings under the Divine Emissary, it is time for you to defend the Divine Emissary's glory and dignity."
"Vikings, the Divine Emissary will return your warships to you, and will also bestow upon you even more powerful weapons."
"If anyone dares to flee, if anyone dares to disobey orders, if anyone dares to steal spoils of war, my Dragon will send you to meet Odin with the hottest flames, so you can confess personally before Odin."
The Viking Warriors, clad in new armor, looked at the Dragon above with fear.
But none of them had any thoughts of fleeing or resisting.
Even Draeger, the former overlord of the seas, was no match, so how could they possibly win? Moreover, if they tried to escape by warship, could they outrun a Dragon?
Only through battle could they gain glory, be valued, and obtain more food, gold, and women.
As long as someone could guarantee these things, defending anyone's glory was the same.
And now, Bourne knew the warning was enough.
Then, he continued to shout loudly: "Each of you is now an ordinary warrior."
"In this battle, as long as you kill ten people, you can be promoted to squad leader; twenty people for a squadron leader... The number of people you kill will determine what kind of rights and status you can obtain."
"Vikings, the opportunity is at hand, board the ships, prepare for battle."
"We swear to defend the Divine Emissary's glory to the death!"
After all the Viking Warriors roared in unison, like ants moving house, they lined up in a long queue to board the warships.
At the same time, they were carrying wooden crates on their shoulders.
These were new weapons prepared by Hiccup, perfect for testing their power on these people.
These Viking Warriors looked at the warships they once relied on for survival, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Hey, friend, you're back again."
"Hurry up and work, or there'll be no meat to eat afterward."
"After this battle, we'll not only get meat but probably female slaves too."
"Although it's still dangerous, it's much better than before. Before, losing half your life only got you a piece of black bread, but now you can at least eat meat, and maybe even get a female slave."
All the Viking Warriors muttered as they kept to their posts, rocking with the warships as they charged towards Rogge's fleet.