Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

A fleet of nearly a hundred longships slowly sailed into Slaver's Bay.

The golden kraken heraldic banner fluttering in the wind indicated they were from the Iron Islands.

On the flagship "Invincible Ironborn", "Captain Iron" Victarion looked to the west, where the sea and the sky were ablaze.

There is the Sea of ​​Smoke, the frightful remnants of the legendary gods who destroyed the Valyrian Empire.

A cursed place.

Only his brother, Euron the Crow's Eye, seemed to have come out of the Sea of ​​Smoke alive, with a horn that he said could control dragons.

Now, the horn is in his hands.

This is Euron's gift.

Though Victarion knew that Euron's gift must contain poison, he accepted it anyway.

Because he wanted to know if this horn could really control the dragon.

If he can control the dragon, if he can marry the most beautiful woman in the world...

Euron would howl and rage.

Victarion couldn't help smiling at the thought.

The sun shines on the sparkling waves, which will make the eyes uncomfortable after a long time.

Victarion narrowed his eyes, turned and returned to his cabin.

It was dark and cool, and there was a dark-skinned woman with a good figure.

It was also Euron's gift, or compensation.

Victarion didn't want this woman in the first place, and what Euron had done couldn't be made up for by just throwing him a woman.

But Euron said that if Victarion did not accept the gift, he would kill the woman.

Victarion relented.

The woman was very sensible. When she saw him coming in, she took out a soft wet cloth from the bucket and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

The woman was beautiful, too, and Victarion couldn't help it. He carried her to the bed and fucked her from behind.

When he was done, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

He poured another glass and said to the woman:

"Either?"

The woman nodded, but said nothing. Euron had cut out her tongue and could not speak.

Victarion handed over the wine glass and said:

"It is estimated that we will arrive in Astapor in two or three days. I heard that the dragon girl is there and her three dragons."

The woman listened in silence.

Victarion liked to confide in a woman, perhaps because he felt that she could not reveal his secrets.

"I will marry that dragon girl, not only for revenge on my brother, but also for the glory of the Ironborn." Victarion said, "When the dragon and the sea monster combine, the whole world will tremble!"

The woman looked at him quietly, with a strange light in her eyes.

Victarion was unaware of this: "I will make her bear me many strong children. Yes, children who can ride dragons."

He thought excitedly, and suddenly felt the sensation again, so he pushed the woman down and fucked her again.

When it was done, Victarion pulled up his trousers and stepped out of the cabin.

Dark women are really nice, but obviously not as good as Daenerys Targaryen.

The sun is ahead, no need to miss candles.

As soon as he came to the deck, Victarion was reported by the sailors that there was a merchant ship ahead.

And so, the hunt begins.

Victarion gave the signal, and the warships of the Iron Fleet began to strangle like sharks smelling blood.

Sensing danger, the captain of the merchant ship turned and ran, perhaps seeking refuge in some sheltered cove, or leading his pursuers over the sharp rocks of an island.

It's a pity that the merchant ships loaded too much and the speed was too slow.

The Invincible Ironborn blocked the merchant ship's way, and the Sparrowhawk and Finger Dance surrounded them from both sides.

At this point, the merchant ship still refused to surrender.

Then Victarion commanded his flagship to crash into the other's port side, smashing more than a dozen oars.

Next, is the brutal boarding battle.

And this is precisely the battle that the Ironborn are best at.

Soon, the few resistance forces on the merchant ship were wiped out.

The captain was hoisted by Victarion to the bow, waiting to be sunburned.

The trophies were jewels, gold, and a collection of slaves.

According to the captives, the ship belonged to a nobleman who had escaped from Astapor.

Victarion also learned from them that the target of his journey-Daenerys Targaryen was indeed in Astapor, and also occupied that city and freed all the slaves.

"If your goal is the Dragon Queen, then you are doomed to fail." A resonant voice said.

Only then did Victarion notice a wizard among the captives.

The man was dark-skinned and bulky, with a tangled, bone-white beard and flame tattoos.

And a broken arm.

"Who are you?" Victarion stepped forward and said coldly, the wizard explained his purpose straight away, which caught his attention.

"I am the humblest servant of R'hllor, the Lord of Light—Maqiro." The one-armed wizard said.

Victarion stared at him fiercely:

"Why do you say I'm doomed?"

"Did you know that the Dragon Queen has now conquered Astapor? She has a terrifying army of Unsullied fighting for her, and an even more terrifying man by her side."

"who?"

"The Blasphemer—Caesar."

"Samwell Caesar?"

"Yes."

Victarion clenched his fists immediately: "So, there are four dragons beside the dragon girl?"

"Not anymore." Marqoro slowly shook his head, "Caesar took his dragon to the City of Devils, and the Dragon Queen went to Yunkai."

"Yunkai?" Victarion secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he still didn't want to face Caesar. As for the Unsullied Legion, he wasn't too worried.

The people of Westeros had heard of the eunuchs' fame, but had not fought them.

Nor did Victarion think a group of castrated men would have much fighting power.

"Okay, then I'll go to Yunkai to find the Dragongirl. If you lie, R'hllor won't save you."

Marqoro didn't care about Victarion's threats, and pressed his remaining hand on his chest, saying:

"The true God heralded your coming in the flames. Victarion Greyjoy, I saw you pass through the sea of ​​fire, blood dripping from the great ax in your hand, but black tentacles wrapped around your wrists, neck and Ankles, you dance with them without realizing it."

"Dance?" Victarion snapped. "You think I'm someone else's puppet?"

"This is a sign from the true god, and I'm just interpreting it for you," Marquilo said.

"Your god is lying," Victarion said dismissively.

Ma Qiluo said: "The true god also told me that your fleet will continue to move forward and you will be able to catch two multi-legged fast boats."

Victarion was skeptical, but soon he had to believe.

For they did come upon two swift galleys, long and smooth.

After some pursuit, the Iron Fleet captured the two ships.

From the mouth of the captives on the ship, Victarion confirmed the news provided by Marqoro that Daenerys Targaryen had indeed left Astapor and marched to Yunkai.

"What else did your god say?" Victarion found Marqoro, and he began to pay attention to the one-armed wizard's words.

"God said, your god of death is in the cabin." Marquillo said.

"My god of death?" Victarion looked back to his cabin, narrowing his eyes.

Think about the meaning of this sentence.

Is there anyone who will betray himself?

No, he is the "Iron Captain" loved by all the Ironmen, the commander of the Iron Fleet, how could he be betrayed by his own people?

But the next moment, he immediately thought of a name——

Euron the Crow's Eye!

Only he would betray himself.

Victarion thought of the great horn, Euron's poisoned gift.

He took it out of the cabin, showed it to Marqiro, and asked:

"Do you know what this is?"

"Dragon Binder." Maqiro said immediately, "Have you heard its voice?"

"I've heard it once." Victarion recalled the sight of one of Euron's men blowing the hell horn at the Kingsmoot, and couldn't help shivering, "Its sound seems to ignite people's bones and flesh."

"What happened to the trumpeter?"

"It should be dead."

"That's right." Maqiro nodded, "Unless you have the [Unburner] talent, the price of blowing this horn is life."

I see. Victarion was relieved that Euron's gift had indeed been poisoned.

"Euron says this horn can hold dragons, but if the price is death, what is it worth?"

"You don't have to blow the horn yourself." Maqiro explained, "It doesn't matter who blows the horn. The dragon obeys the master of the horn."

Victarion came to his senses at once. "Is this horn the owner of Euron? Does that mean that no matter who blows it, the dragon will obey Euron's orders?"

"Yes."

Victarion asked eagerly: "Can you make me the master of the horn?"

"Yes." Marqoro pointed to the Valyrian rune on the horn, "Look here, blood for fire, fire for blood. Of course you can become the owner of the horn. You only need to pay the price in blood."