Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Euron's lips turned blue again.

Exposure to the sun is like a poisonous arrow piercing the body. The toxins are embedded in the connection between the skin and the flesh, causing the skin to peel, fester, and then shrivel.

"flutter!"

A burst of cold water hit him, and Aeron became Aeron "Wet Hair" again. He lowered his eyes and looked to the side. Faria Buddha's head was leaning against the mast, her lips were white, and she looked sick. .

Aeron did not choose to call Euron for help like last time. The madman came to the bow of the ship and laughed maniacally when he saw the poor woman. Then the woman was dragged into the cabin. After only one night, she returned to the ship. My head was choked and I couldn't speak, but my energy and energy were much better.

Euron also saves people, why does he torture them repeatedly?

Aeron sighed, the answer was self-evident, just like it had been when he was a child.

The memory of the door and the screams behind the rusty iron door made him tremble and shiver under the hot sunshine.

The wizard of Qarth knelt on the slippery deck, his blue lips trembling, and he raised his hands to beg for mercy from the person who kicked him down. The latter held a dagger and looked at him with an indifferent expression.

It's no use, Aeron thought, the people on this ship were tongueless and quiet, not like an Ironborn ship.

He grabbed the wizard's chin with his hand, forced it open, and slashed the dagger inward. Blood spurted out and spread all over the surrounding deck. A lump of flesh spit out. Surprisingly, the wizard's tongue was not blue. .

Fake wizard? Aeron thought to himself that Euron had captured the wizard and the priest of the Drowned God. He also saw the monks of the Seven Gods and the red monks of the Red God being tied to the deck together and later dragged. Drag him into the cabin.

Euron really wants to kill a god? Is he crazy? !

Aeron smiled bitterly, he was a madman, but even a madman would not dare to think of such a thing, but he seemed to really want to do it.

Incomprehensible! Nameless fire surged into his heart. Euron wanted to kill the god, but he dragged his remaining body to fight with him!

The dead do not die! The dead do not die! The dead never die!

Aeron raised his head and leaned the back of his head on the bow of the ship. The Drowned God reminded himself that he respected the ironborn tradition too much, insisted on justice, and chose not to interfere in the kingsmoot.

For a crime that could not be repaired even if he fell into the abyss, Aeron banged his head on the bow of the boat, once or twice, his head felt dizzy, and he did not even have the strength to commit suicide.

Victarion. Where are you?

Victarion was at the foot of the city of Meereen thousands of miles away. The sea pushed the bravery of the iron race forward, and the longship followed the pushing wave straight towards the huge Qarth fleet.

"A bunch of small wooden boats are coming to attack my big warship?" The slave-owning officer on the deck curled his lips disdainfully through the telescope, "I'm afraid that he will die under the arrows of our army before he even gets on the ship. Where can he come from? A barbarian? He looks like a stinker."

Before the slave sailors and soldiers could react, the ironborn marauders' hooks had already been raised to the deck. Ironborn soldiers wearing light armor and black curved half-helmets had already jumped onto the deck. They were alone. Holding a wooden-handled ax or a Westeros-style long sword, he swung his head and face, slashing at the Qarth slaves around him who had not yet raised their spears.

"Crack!" The inferior handle of the spear broke, and the tearing sound of "crack" came from the body of the Qarth slave, and the ironborn's flying ax penetrated straight into the slave soldier's abdomen.

The head of the slave-owning officer plopped into the sea and floated at the bottom of the battleship, becoming the ghost of the battle.

"kill!!!"

The Ironmen swarmed forward, and dozens of longships shuttled among nearly a hundred battleships. The slave owners, who lacked combat experience and had not fought pirates for decades, commanded the battleships in a panic. The long arms of the catapults were at a loss. He peered around at the other friendly ships, staring at the flexible longships. The slings that came out one after another sprinkled a deadly heavy lime on the beasts of Qarth's battleships.

"Boom!!!"

The Ironborn left arrogantly, and the Qarth fleet was in chaos without a fight.

Victarion silently watched the fighting and roaring of the Ironborn, and carefully observed the current situation of the Qarth fleet.

They are all big ships, even the unformed ships that are supposed to be reconnaissance ships are big ships.

What a waste, Victarion thought scornfully.

The longship is like a marching insect ant that bites the flesh of a giant beast. It clings to the skin of the Qarth warship, revealing its greedy mouthparts and absorbing the blood of the giant beast.

The panicked Qarthen could only use some of the skills they had on land, and the swordsmen and shieldmen all went into battle, trying to surround the small number of ironborn marauders.

But this ironborn has seen too much in Westeros. The hulking knights of the Reach are much more organized than this group of half-naked sword and shield soldiers composed of slaves. They used their hands and feet together, with giant axes and bucklers, and long swords with short spears. They flexibly covered and cooperated tacitly. Warriors were constantly interspersed among the unformed sword and shield soldiers. Although the forerunners were bound to die, Qarth managed to survive in the wet. Formations formed by the slippery deck were easily disrupted.

More ironborn marauders climbed up from all directions, climbed onto the deck of the battleship, threw spears and flying axes at the sky, like seabirds screaming high in the sky, and rushed into the Qarthen sky.

"Okay," Victarion waved his hand, and the Invincible Iron Type ship under his feet began to tremble slightly. Following the waves, the blade-like bow quickly cut through the blue flesh of the sea water, splashing out blood like foam, pointing directly at Qarth's large and useless warship, "Walking on the ancient path, cut down these aliens!"

"kill!!!"

The drums beat, the plundering bugle sounded, and the iron fleet pounced with all its strength on the defeated Qarth fleet in the rear but had nowhere to escape.

The Arbor's giant ship spies the Ironborn longship.

"Where are they?" Lord Paxter Redwin asked Gunthor, the ninth son of the old man in Oldtown and the so-called commander of the Oldtown fleet, who came for reinforcements.

"In the Whispering Bay, no one has left, except for a few desperate raiders," Gunthor said, referring to the ironmen who risked their lives to test the defenses of Oldtown these days. "Their longships are not even connected to the mouth of the Whispering Bay. He didn't even notice the iron pillar hidden at the bottom of the river, and rushed forward with all his strength."

"How did you get out?" Paxter looked a little doubtful. "I received your letter on Qingting Island. Didn't I agree to kill the Iron Fleet in Whispering Bay?"

Gunthor shrugged, "Didn't he run away?" He pointed to the chart near Whispering Bay, "Maybe Euron Greyjoy is not as impulsive as his brother, but he still has some brains and knows that he is invincible. The powerful combined fleets of Qingting Island and Old Town have slipped back from Whispering Bay, fearing they will return to the Shield Islands."

Paxter narrowed his eyes and stared at Gunthor for a long time, smiled, and rubbed the ring on his hand, "I have a bit of a feud with the Ironborn. We also fought a few battles in the past. They may retreat and pretend to be bait to lure People chase you, but you will never be afraid of your opponent. You must remember that the iron type is crazy."

Gunthor nodded slightly. He admitted that the earl was right, but he still breathed out, "They finally ran away from the Whispering Bay. The merchants from Old Town come every day, crying and mourning. Hightower values ​​everyone's presence." The interests of Old Town and the filthy Ironborn torture us so much that it makes it difficult for me to be a qualified Hightower."

Pax turned his head and stared at the chart, saying nothing for a long time.

"count?"

"The ocean is wide, and Euron Greyjoy is not trying to escape," Paxter said.

"Then what does he want to do?"

Paxter's drooped shoulders straightened up. "He's looking for a decisive battle, a decisive battle at sea, between the Iron Fleet and the Arbor Fleet."

"And the fleet in Old Town." Gunthor added hurriedly.

The earl ignored him and lowered his body, "If he wants a decisive battle, I will give it to him."

"ah?"

Paxter ordered his men: "Replenish all supplies in Old Town and pounce on the cowardly ironborn who retreat and want to escape into the arms of the false gods they serve!"

The sound penetrated the air, making Gunthor Hightower's head buzz.