Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

When Asha Greyjoy found her uncle Aeron "Damphair" Greyjoy, he was drowning by the sea.

The flooded young man was not firm enough in his faith, and struggled desperately in the water, but Aeron "Damphair" held his head tightly.

"Be brave!" Aeron shouted. "We came from the sea, and we will return to the sea! Open your mouth and drink the blessings of the gods. Let the sea fill your lungs. The dead never die, but rise again!"

However, the flooded teenager is still struggling, this is the instinct to survive.

Asha stepped forward to help.

Finally, the boy stopped struggling, and no more bubbles came out of his mouth.

"Damphair" Aeron dragged the boy's body back to the beach with his niece Asha, and then began to pray while sitting on the boy's body, squeezing his chest hard, and bending down to give the kiss of life from time to time.

Kiss after kiss until the teenager started breathing again, coughing, throwing up.

"Another born again! A testament to the Drowned God's favor!" Aeron declared.

He put the gray, blue and green three-color rough robe on the drowned boy, and handed over a driftwood stick, saying:

"From now on, you belong to the sea and the Drowned God. He will protect you to cut through the waves and move forward fearlessly!"

There was still fear in the boy's eyes, but more fanaticism and piety. He held up his driftwood stick and shouted:

"The dead don't die!"

The ceremony was over. Aeron "Damphair" sent the boy away, turned to look at his niece, and asked:

"Did you come to be drowned?"

Asha shook her head quickly: "I have already been drowned."

"There is never a limit to the number of times you can be drowned. Every death is an opportunity to return to the embrace of the Drowned God, and when you return from his watery palace, you will be stronger and more pious." Aeron's eyes shone with eagerness, " How about it? Do you want to do it again? I've never failed a drowning ceremony before."

True, other priests of the Drowned God would miss, but Aeron Damphair would not.

Yet Asha remained unwilling to take any chances, and every time she recalled her drowning, she felt terrified.

No matter how devout a follower of the Drowned God, it is difficult to have the courage to do it again.

That's why Thaler, the "Three Drowned Man," became a legend.

Asha changed the subject: "I'm here to tell you that my father called everyone to the Gray Sea King Hall to gather."

Aeron frowned, as if he understood something.

Ten years ago, his elder brother Balon Greyjoy was crowned King of the Iron Islands in the Hall of the Gray King.

But unfortunately, the Iron Throne quickly sent troops to attack, completely suppressing King Balon's ambition, killing his two sons, and the last son was taken away by the Stark family as a proton.

"Are you going to do it again?" Aeron's tone had doubts that could not be concealed.

"Don't worry, Uncle. The Iron Throne won't take care of us this time." Asha comforted with a smile, "There are already two kings in the Green Land, and they will fight first."

"But when they decide the winner, they will come and crush us. Just like Robert Baratheon."

"Perhaps by that time, we have already robbed enough money and food, and occupied enough castles. Let's go, uncle, if you have anything to say, just talk to my father. I have to inform other people, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he ran away quickly, for fear that his uncle would insist on drowning her again.

Aeron sighed somewhat disappointed, and boarded the longboat alone.

When he arrived at Old Wake Island, he saw countless longboats lined up on the beach, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Balon Greyjoy's battleship "The Giant of the Sea" towered proudly among them, like a king.

Parked beside it is the Iron Fleet Admiral's flagship, the Invincible Ironborn.

Aeron saw his brother Victarion Greyjoy beside the battleship.

Victarion was the third youngest in this generation of Greyjoy. He was tall and mighty. At this time, he was wearing a sea monster iron helmet, wearing heavy armor, and holding a huge axe, as if he was ready for battle at any time. Prepare.

"Brother." Aeron stepped forward to greet him, "The dead never die."

"It will rise again, and stronger." Victarion took off his helm, and knelt on the sand.

Aeron took out the water bag from his bosom and poured salt water on Victarion's head.

After the two prayed, they walked side by side to the shore.

The terrain gradually rises and becomes steeper.

On the mountain, forty-four huge stone ribs emerged from the ground, like huge white tree trunks.

Seeing them, the two brothers couldn't help their hearts beat faster.

These are the remains of the legendary Naga.

Naga is the world's first sea dragon, the most terrifying creature born in the sea. It feeds on sea monsters and sea beasts, and even swallows entire islands when it is angry.

Until Gray Sea King killed it with his own hands, the Drowned God turned its bones into fossils, so that future generations of Ironmen would remember Gray Sea King's achievements forever.

Naga's ribs became the beams and pillars of Gray King's hall, and his mouth became Gray King's throne.

Nine broad steps lead to the top of the stone mountain, and their elder brother, the current patriarch of the Greyjoy family, Baron the Brave, stands there, beside the Gray Sea King's throne, the Seastone Seat.

Aeron and Victarion stepped forward and saluted their brother: "The dead never die."

"It will definitely rise again, and its momentum will be even stronger." Baron nodded in return.

"Brother, have you already made up your mind?" Aeron said with worry in his tone.

"It is time, brother! Let us take back what has been lost!" Victarion was always a fanatical supporter of his brother.

"Yes. The time has come." With firm eyes, Balon spoke the Greyjoy family language, "Forcing is better than hard work (We Do Not Sow). How could the Ironborn be like the sheep of the Green Land?" Farming and fishing like that, we have the blood of killing flowing in our bodies, we are born looters, we will re-trace the glorious 'ancient road', and bring fear and destruction to Westeros continent!"

Victarion screamed strangely at his brother's words.

Aeron asked calmly:

"Then where is the target of our looting? There are now two kings in the Green Land, and we'd better not offend both of them."

"Northern Territory." Baron said, it seemed that he had planned it long ago.

"Northern?" Aeron frowned again upon hearing this, "Brother, but Theon is still the hostage of the Stark family."

Baron responded coldly: "Iron, if someone pinches your dick and forces you to kneel, what will you do?"

Aeron understood: "I will let Gao Wan be crushed, and I will chop off his head with a knife!"

"That's right!" Baron said coldly, "Ed Stark thought he could make us his slaves with this threat, but I would rather lose all my sons than chop off his head!"

"Heads off the northerners!" cried Victarion, his ax held aloft.

Baron nodded slightly, and said to his younger brother, "It's time, let's call."

Aeron walked down the hill and began beating on the driftwood.

More and more ironmen joined in, and the knocking sound became uniform and breathtaking.

Boom boom boom boom boom——

Victarion blew his horn from the top of the mountain.

Ohh Ohh ohh--

The ironborn left the longship, the beach, and the bonfire to gather in the Gray King's Hall.

Among them are captains, helmsmen, oarsmen, shipbuilders, warriors with axes and fishermen with nets, slave labor and salt concubines who are serving, and knights, singers, and bachelors who have been assimilated by the green land... The crowd came surging, like a colony of ants returning to their nest, as if hundreds of crows came following the smell of blood, and were about to start a gluttonous feast on a corpse named Westeros.

It is densely packed, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Aeron Damphair spread his hands, letting the blows and horns fall to rest.

Everyone stopped talking, and there was only the roar of the waves in the world.

"We came from the sea, and we shall return to the sea!" Aeron's voice echoed among the remains of the naga. "The great Drowned God has called! And my brother has answered the call! He is Balon the brave, he is the god Blessed Baron, he is the Baron who gave everything to restore the ancient road! Cheer, use your cheers to welcome the birth of the new King of the Iron Islands!"

"Baron! Balon! Balon!"

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, echoing the sound of the waves, resounding over the island.

Balon Greyjoy, wearing a cloak embroidered with the golden sea monster crest, came to the Seastone Seat and accepted the driftwood crown worn by his brother Aeron on his head.

"Ten years ago, we tried to restore the ancient road, but the Iron Throne killed our ambition and forced us to work like slaves!" Baron's voice suppressed the shouts from the mountain, "But our pursuit of the ancient road It will never stop! Today we rise again, and we will take back everything we lost with our own hands! The dead will never die, and they will rise again, and the force will be even stronger!"

"The dead don't die!"

"The dead don't die!"

"The dead don't die!"

...

The cheers of the ironborn shook the hills of Naga like thunder.

The frenzied air flow swept up, as if the power of the God of Storms dispelled the dark clouds in the sky.

Balon Greyjoy finally took the seat of the Seastone once again under the eyes of everyone's anticipation.

At this moment, the sea seemed to feel the birth of a new king, and a raging tide was born from it, sweeping eastward.

They will bring the anger and cruelty suppressed by the Iron Islands for ten years, sweep the green land, destroy the Seven Holy Temple, pull up the bloody white tree, flood the strong castle, and bring death and destruction.