"ready the men! Tonight we shall bring front bloodshed apon the Dragon Master and his delusional men! We will rain supremacy years to come once this threat is dealt with!" One of Drago's commanders motivated the crew to which they all drew out there weapons and raised it, pointing towards the gloomy sky.
The wind was amongst their side as it blows their sails towards their destination. Men rushed everywhere, preparing for a bombardment and to lay siege to a dragon village no less. They begin to reload their catapults with boulders and their enormous crossbows with spears. Several more men rush out of the armory with stacks of dragon root arrows. Their thoughts clouded with glory and bloodshed at the upcoming battle ahead of every single of them. Too glory or death.
Drago smirk towards the horizon once the island came to view. He saw many of the devil's beast flying above the large village. The sight angers him. Dragons and men as equals, only a crazy fool would support such a union... And yet his looking at a nation full of them. He was gonna enjoy spilling their blood on their own land. He was soon Brought back too reality when he heard roars from the cages on board. He too had an army of dragons, enslaved dragons with years of torture that make them submit to him unwillingly.
He laughed at the thought of countless lives that will be loss after his victory. He imagine the Dragon Master's head on a spike, they women as whores and children as slaves. He was an evil man with a vision of the world beneath his hands.
"Dragon riders!" one of his man yelled while pointing at the sky, and all eyes locked on two dragons circling their ships. They are none other as scouts, using the clouds to hide in plain sight but it seems that's no longer the case. Very unfortunate indeed. Drago watch as his men fired arrows at the two beast of the sky. They dodge dozens of their arrows with ease but it soon became to much for them. Sending the two to pummel towards the vast freezing ocean surface with a loud splash.
The men on board cheered a short victory before they when back to the main objective but he enjoyed the lust his men had for shedding his enemy's blood. This are the type of men he needs, the men that will help him enforce his new world order once it is his to control. He could almost sense the victory that awaits him, and he has the prefect weapon for the job and then don't evem know it.
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"Prepare the defenses! Civilians get towards the great hall! We are taking in defensive protocols!" Hiccup barked towards his men who all nodded and rush towards their given task. The ground shook from the vibration of a thousands people, preparing for war, the air clouded and thicken with tension and fear. Adrenaline was high amongst the dragon warriors and Vikings.
"ready the ships! We will sent in a counter attack!" he then turn towards Heather "I need you to send for our allies! If we fall, they will stand no chances against them"
"Have it done chief!" Heather exclaim before rushing off, her dragon following suit. They soon heard the sound of a Night Fury and said dragon landed next to the Cheif who look relieve to see his long time friend but there was no time to waste and have a chit chat. Many depend on his capabilities to give out orders. He turned to looked at one of the warriors
"get my daughter to safety and I want to have every guard watching her to keep an eye on her and keep her out of harms way" his priority was his daughter, he worry for his wife and father too but both of them are very capable fighters while his daughter could barely be able to lift up a sword and could only use a knife as a toy.
"yes Chief!" the loyal trooper saluted before running along with his dragon who was not far behind him. Hiccup let out a sigh of distress. The whole situation was obviously frightening and dangerous, even the bravest dragon or man will cower and he can't blame them, he is fearful too, fear to lose his family, his friends, his people, dragons and tribe. Doing this has a huge risk and a single minor mistake may mean the survivability of their people. It means Life or death.
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FanfictionHiccup Horrendous Haddock III a teenage Viking who earn the ranks to kill his first ever Dragon in Dragon Training. He could not kill it, he wouldn't kill it knowing himself having one of them as his own, never the less, he was afraid of losing his...
