Chapter 264 Battle of Shield Islands
Two hundred and sixty-two, Battle of Shield Islands
It is said that with only one glance from Aeron the Damphair, the ironborn would let the sea wash away their ignorance and delusion, and accept the baptism of the Drowned God with trembling.
But this kind of majesty has no effect on Serenity.
Aeron Greyjoy retched, the harsh sun burned his forehead, and his long wet hair became dry, feeling like he was rubbing firewood.
He was tied to the bow of the boat, facing the sun with the mouthless girl beside him.
Aeron stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, feeling a stinging pain like a predator's sharp blade striking at him.
The priest of the Drowned God looked around the deck. Sailors and crewmen of all kinds, mutes and half-blood mongrels, went about their work in silence.
A black man as dark as asphalt, a short and hairy ape-like guy, a half-faced man with half his face covered with scales and half his face without skin.
A horde of monsters, Aeron's legs stretched helplessly.
The sunlight struck his cheeks and eyes mercilessly, so much so that his cheeks felt like burning coals, and his eyes seemed about to melt.
A large door gradually appeared in front of his eyes, Aeron's lips began to tremble, and the rusty iron door chain shook violently.
"No, no, the dead will not die, the dead will not die! The dead will not die! The dead will not die!" He began to pray non-stop, and the prayers became louder and louder, so that in the end he could not hear what was being said, he could only hear Aeron was screaming.
"Admit it, brother," Euron finally came, and the huge figure submerged him, spreading like the tentacles of a sea monster, "your faith comes from fear, fear of me."
Fart, Aeron wanted to scold him loudly, to accuse him, to accuse him of blasphemy, to accuse him of imprisoning his relatives, to accuse him that his real purpose was not to revive the Ironborn, but to satisfy his selfish desires
But when it came to his mouth, it turned into, "Where am I?" Aeron surrendered.
"Where are you?" Euron seemed to be amused by these words. His blood-red silk cloak was shaking. It must not have been blown by the wind. Aeron did not feel the wind. "You can be wherever your king wants you to be." Where.”
But, Aeron thought to himself.
"But," Euron sipped the wine with graceful and gentle movements, as if the bugs and rats around him did not affect his mood at all, "I am a compassionate person." He threw the wine glass off the boat and pointed to the front, "The front A beautiful ceremony is being held, a ceremony that satisfies everyone, the honor of the ironborn, plunder, and conquest."
Aeron wanted to straighten his upper body, but was blocked by Euron's shoes. The iron pieces on his short shirt collided with each other, making a familiar sound.
The rusty iron door chain from his childhood appeared before his eyes again.
The whole body went limp instantly.
"Our dear Victarion, my brave brother, the king's warrior who pursues honor, is killing the enemy with blood for his king." Euron's words were still in his ears, but Aeron smelled a strange smell. It doesn't taste like wine.
This is the Shield Islands, Aeron thought, though he didn't know which islands.
Euron left, and some mute sailors came and took away his robes, shoes and socks, and even his loincloth.
I still have the Drowned God, Aeron thought. "I curse you," he told the sailors.
The chain was violently pulled away, and Aeron was forced to lie down on the deck. He grabbed the iron statue of the mouthless girl on the bow of the ship with both hands and looked forward.
Dozens of longships, fallen towns, castles as big as sesame seeds, and ports that were wantonly plundered.
A fainting spell followed, and the sailors knocked him unconscious and dragged him to the bottom of the cabin.
Victarion chopped off the hand of the knight of Oakshield Island, and blood spurted out. He ignored the knight's heart-wrenching wails and begged for mercy. The giant ax smashed the knight's face, and the knight suddenly shut up.
But there was still a lot of noise around him, and Victarion raised his head and looked toward the town.
The ships in the harbor were either sunk or occupied by the Ironborn, and the heads and limbs of the sailors on board were scattered on the sea like cheap pieces of paper.
He glanced at the resisting soldiers indifferently. Most of them were unarmored, and they were probably just fishermen making up the numbers.
"I surrender~" The ironborn didn't sympathize with the cry of mercy. The predator's flying ax shattered this dream and inserted it into the neck of the beggar. The ironmen frantically searched for treasures and women, using throwing axes and swords to deal with the old people and young children who were in the way. The civilians fled in all directions, like a swarm of rats, and the noise and miserable wails filled the entire town like a plague.
Victarion's eyes moved back and forth. His sailors tore the woman's hair and dragged her into the longboat to gang-rape her. The old man, fisherman and fisherman who punted the boat with a basket full of fish were submerged into the sea. The bright red sunk to the bottom, soaking them. Wrinkled skin appears.
Killing, raping, and looting, the Ironborn were scattered throughout the town, and the laughter of victory was everywhere.
Victarion ignored this and walked straight into the castle.
"Go to hell!" A crowd of people gathered around, and the leader was holding a knight's sword.
The giant ax struck his face, the leader lay on the ground, and the sound of courage faded.
Victarion looked at them. "Where is Humphry?" he called the name of the Earl of Oakshield.
The earl sat on the chair behind everyone, with the dagger in his hand pointed at his neck.
His eyes were full of fear, and he looked at Victarion in a daze, his pupils constricted, "Hightower, Highgarden and Lord Tywin will never let you go!"
Victarion took off his sea monster helmet and threw it on the long table in the middle. He raised his giant ax and stood directly in front of the count. He raised his chin and said, "Kill yourself."
"You" The earl's hand holding the dagger softened for a moment, and then fell off after a moment. The dagger fell to the ground, and he also lay on the ground.
Victarion nodded, turned around, took back his helmet, and walked out of the hall.
Lord Humphrey Hewett was gagged and tied to a stool.
His wife and daughter walked naked through the banquet. Victarion could not hear the crying sound, because the youngest daughter who cried first had been dragged to one of the ironborn longships. When the wailing ceased, the count's wife and daughter also stopped crying.
Euron tasted the delicacies on the island, as if he was eroding his honor. Victarion stared at his brother, and the ironborn around him knew it well and did not provoke him. They just asked for a drink.
Euron didn't seem to notice him, but he liked the count's illegitimate daughter very much, holding his face and kissing her.
"It is one thing to kill an enemy," said Victarion, "but another to insult him."
The surrounding Ironborn were silent, looking uneasily at Euron above the banquet, while the latter looked at Earl Hewett indifferently.
A joking voice sounded, coming from Euron, "Come and kill me."
Victarion stood up, holding the great ax in his hand, and approached the earl, that is, Euron. His eyes never stopped looking at Euron.
An uneasy commotion appeared behind Victarion, did they think I was going to chop off Euron's head? Big mistake.
Victarion smiled disdainfully and raised his axe.
The earl's face festered crazily, and a hoarse scream came out of the earl's mouth. Victarion saw that there was no tongue inside.
The earl lowered his head without saying a word, and the wails and cries of his wife and daughter arose again, louder than when they came naked to serve.
The illegitimate daughter lying in Euron's arms seemed to have had her soul sucked by a sea monster. Her body was frozen and her eyes were empty.
"Poison is a tool for evildoers." Victarion stared at Euron, slowly put down the axe, and returned to his seat silently.
He stared at the food on the plate. Euron was not the Drowned God's will, but just the recommendation of a group of idiots.
Where was Aeron? Victarion pursed his lips and sighed heavily.
(End of chapter)