The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

During this period, the Red Keep sent news to the Seven Kingdoms one after another.

"My 'Dragon Horn' became his gift to the Princess of Dragonstone, ha!"

"It seems that I will soon find the person hiding in the shadows (Chapter 438)."

The morning sun shines on the rippling sea, the light is too dazzling to look directly at, Euron Greyjoy is wearing a light black scale armor, the edges of the scales are red gold, decorated with spirals, runes and mysterious symbols.

His only remaining blue eye slowly moved forward, and his eyes seemed to hide a bottomless cold pool: "No one can take my things, right, my good brother?"

Eron Greyjoy was tied to the bow with rough ropes. His body was broken and he could no longer see the human form. Bruises, blood scabs and torn flesh were intertwined, like a broken doll that was tossed around by a demon.

After waiting for a long time without a response, Crow's Eye first sneered, then sighed helplessly: "It seems that you can't help your good brother this time."

After a pause, he turned his head to look at the person behind him, and raised the corners of his lips: "Moqorro, my wizard, has your god sent a message?"

Moqorro's bright red velvet robe rustled, and the corners of the robe fluttered in the sea breeze, like a dancing flame.

He was as dark as coal, about seven feet tall, with a round belly shaped like a huge pebble, and a bone-white beard like a lion's hair winding out from his face, and a red flame pattern tattoo covered his cheeks and forehead.

He bowed, folded his hands in front of him, and said respectfully: "Forgive me for being so presumptuous, the title of wizard does not suit me, I am just a humble slave of the Lord of Light R'hllor."

Euron turned around, the smile on his lips became stronger: "It seems that you have brought good news."

Priest Moqorro slowly raised one hand, wisps of black smoke rose from his fingers, and his low voice came faintly: "I saw a castle in the shape of a dragon in the night fire, a round room, and a table engraved with a map of Westeros. You saw a silver-haired girl."

"Dragonstone?" Crow's Eye pinched his chin and was silent for a while. His eyes narrowed slightly: "Just silver hair?"

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

The black smoke dissipated, and Moqorro's black eyes sparkled: "You will find her eventually, but your journey is full of dangers. Please allow me to... Allow me to go with you. "

The Crow's Eye flashed a dangerous light, and said playfully: "Is this the real purpose of your service to me? Is your target also her?"

Moqorro did not deny it, and nodded frankly: "This is the will of Benero, the Supreme Priest of the Temple of R'hllor. My mission is to find Daenerys Targaryen and provide her with guidance and help."

"Our goals do not seem to conflict..." As he said, the Crow's Eye's tone suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "... You haven't answered me yet, what is the silver-haired girl?"

Moqorro bowed, apologized first, and then said: "I haven't seen her, but I heard that she has the most charming silver hair in the world, Dragonstone Island, Dragonstone Castle, Table Hall, it is obvious that she is the Targaryen princess you are looking for. "

Swish!

The scimitar that Crow's Eye had pinned to his waist was unsheathed. Its blade was pitch black, and the ripples on it were like a dark river flowing, revealing a chill. This was another of his treasures—the dragonbone-handled Valyrian steel scimitar.

He put the tip of the knife against Moqorro's neck: "Who ordered you to lead me to Dragonstone? If you don't tell me the truth now, you will have no chance soon."

Moqorro did not move, his face was as calm as water, without even a ripple: "King Euron, I am following your orders. The Lord of Light has given me guidance, and my only mission is to tell you the truth."

Euron's hand holding the hilt suddenly tightened, exerting a little force, and the tip of the knife instantly cut through the skin on Moqorro's neck, a line of blood winding out, and blood slowly seeped out.

"As far as I know, Stannis also has a red priest. They arrived at the Wall, but my nephew just escaped from there. Are you trying to tell me that all this is a coincidence?" The threat in the words of the Crow's Eye became stronger and stronger. The blue eyes stared at Moqorro, as if to see through the soul of the person in front of him.

"She will not participate in such things. She came to Westeros to find the prince predicted in the ancient book of Asshai."

"Why are you so sure?"

"She and I are both slaves of the Lord of Light. We all have our own missions."

"Mission?"

Moqorro hesitated for a moment and said, "The eternal mission of the red priest is to spread the faith of the Lord of Light."

After a suffocating silence, the Crow's Eye suddenly laughed and put away his scimitar: "Is this the reward you want from me?"

Priest Moqorro stroked He stroked his chest, his voice still respectful: "As long as you don't object, it will be the most generous reward. I have no way to repay, King Euron."

The Crow's Eye laughed again: "Of course I won't stop it. The Drowned God, the Old Gods, the Seven Gods, and the King of Light, the more gods, the more lively it will be, and I will be happier."

"Dear Majesty."

The loving voice suddenly came, and the illegitimate daughter of Shield Islands and Earl Hewitt, Faria Flowers (Chapter 437), wearing gorgeous clothes and jewelry, was walking towards them.

The doctor on the Serenity just told her that she was very likely pregnant with Euron's child. She was extremely happy at the moment. She did not dream of becoming his "rock wife (not a typo)". She recently learned that it was the position he reserved for the Targaryen princess.

Her greatest wish was to become Euron's "salt concubine". She would regard the noble princess as her sister.

Coming closer, Faria bowed gracefully to him: "Good day, my king."

The Crow's Eye looked at her, with a smile on his face: "You are here, my dear."

Faria stepped forward and took the Crow's Eye's arm. She first looked at the "rotten meat" tied to the bow with disgust, then looked up at the king and said in a delicate voice: "Your Majesty, I want to tell you a good thing..."

Her voice was suddenly interrupted by the priest of Moqorro: "If you have made a decision, I suggest you use some special means, because we need to hurry, King Euron."

He turned his eyes to Faria, who looked unhappy, and said: "Sacrifice her, the wind will be favorable for you on the way to Dragonstone."

Sacrifice?

Faria couldn't help but look back at the bow, trembling all over, holding Euron tightly with both hands.

At this time, Euron's voice came from above her: "It's a pity, she is working very hard."

"Your Majesty, I beg you, please..."

Faria's miserable and horrified pleading made Crow's Eye feel happy instantly: "I will miss you, well, if you are lucky, you can live a few more days, hehe."

Faria couldn't help falling: "I am pregnant with your child, I have your seed in my belly, wuwuwu, I beg you..."

"What good news, you really helped me a lot, I will miss you for a few more days."

Faria, who was about to escape, was caught by several sailors of the Serenity. Crow's Eye waved his hand and said: "Be gentle, I want to appreciate the sacrifice of the red priest... By the way, strip off that annoying skirt for me, oh, hehe..."