Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

woo woo woo——

The sound of the horn tore through the sky, and the sharp sound was like a sharp blade, scratching the eardrums and flesh and blood.

On the sea surface of the vast Slave Bay, on the bow of the Invincible Ironborn, a dark-skinned slave was blowing the horn.

Taller than a man, the horn was streaked with red gold and black iron, and carved with ancient Valyrian inscriptions that shone red with the sound of the horn.

The sailors on the ship had long been hiding far away, desperately covering their ears, but they still couldn't stop the terrifying sounds. They penetrated everywhere and seemed to set everyone's flesh and blood on fire.

Victarion Greyjoy the Iron Captain stood three paces behind the slave with the trumpet, his face twitching.

Obviously, the sound of the horn made him intolerable, even though he had clearly become the owner of the horn with the help of the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo.

Where's the dragon? Victarion looked back at the red robe monk behind him, and questioned him with his eyes.

Moqorro pressed his remaining hand to his chest, telling Victarion to be patient.

The sound of the horn continued, filling the entire sky over Slaver's Bay.

But the trumpeter looks like he's dying.

His cheeks swelled into a big blood-red ball, as if it was about to burst, his whole body was shaking and reddened, steaming mist came out of his head, and his whole body seemed to be roasted.

The Valyrian inscriptions on the horn burned violently, white flames spewing from every line.

Victarion was grinding his teeth, feeling that his patience was running out.

But at this moment, Maqoro suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and pointed in the direction of Meereen City.

Victarion looked up, and saw a golden shadow flying out of the city under the scorching sun, heading towards him.

dragon!

He let out a silent cry, eager and greedy in his eyes.

But then he frowned. Why is there only one?

Didn't the Dragon Queen have three dragons?

While thinking about it, the golden dragon was flying closer and closer, and it was clearly visible in a blink of an eye.

Victarion couldn't help grinning.

But in the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Because, when the dragon passed over the Invincible Iron Species, it didn't stop at all, and continued to fly westward without stopping.

what happened?

Seeing the golden dragon flying farther and farther, Victarion suddenly turned his head to look at Marqoro and questioned him.

Maqiro seems to be a little confused by this.

At this moment, the horns that filled the universe stopped abruptly.

The slave who played the trumpet reached his limit, boiling blood flowed from his mouth, accompanied by a puff of thin blue smoke, rising into the sky.

He staggered and fell headfirst on the deck with a thud.

"What's going on!" Victarion couldn't care less about the slave who played the trumpet. He stared at his blood red eyes and shouted at Marqoro, "Didn't you say that I am already the slave of the horn? Master, and as long as the horn is blown, the dragon will obey my orders, but now, what about the dragon?"

Marqiro stared at the dead trumpet-playing slave on the deck for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"There may be some accidents..."

Victarion roared angrily, grabbed the red robe monk by the collar, and sprayed saliva on his face:

"Tell me clearly, what is the accident?"

Facing the furious Iron Captain, Marquilo still had no fear at all. He pointed to the horn that fell on the deck, and said:

"I need to see the Dragonhorn."

"Yes." Victarion said, "but if you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll burn you to death! Let you go and reunite with your goddamn Lord of Light!"

Maqiro didn't care about the other party's threats, and walked slowly to the bow, picking up the huge horn.

He first carefully checked the Valyrian inscription on it, frowning tightly, as if he encountered some incomprehensible problem.

"My lord, come and take a look." Maqiro beckoned.

Suppressing his anger, Victarion took a few steps forward.

The red-robed monk pointed to the inscription on the horn and read a few words.

"I don't understand Valyrian!" Victarion said angrily, "Just tell me what you mean!"

"It means..." Marquilo said in a deep tone, "Death is in the cabin."

"Death? In the cabin? What do you mean?" Victarion suddenly felt that this sentence seemed familiar. "Did you say something similar before..."

Before he could finish speaking, Victarion saw a ghostly figure approaching rapidly behind him from the pattern reflected on the smooth surface of the horn.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he turned around immediately, to see the dark-skinned woman, the salt concubine given to him by Euron the Crow's Eye, walking towards him quickly, with a cold light shining in her hands.

Victarion roared, and was about to reach out to pull out the dagger at his waist, but suddenly felt a sharp burning pain in the back of his heart, a sharp pain like a heartburning fire.

The knife was not drawn out, but the woman's dagger was already approaching, piercing his chest.

Victarion screamed.

Death is in the cabin... He suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

Moreover, he also remembered another sentence——

There must be poison in Euron's gift.

Victarion thought the poison was the dragon's horn, but it turned out that the real poison was this woman.

Suddenly the dark-skinned woman smiled at Victarion.

This smile is so familiar——

Evil charm, insolence, with the power of demagogy.

That's how Euron Crow's Eye always laughed...

At this moment, Victarion suddenly figured everything out.

It turned out that this was Euron's plan.

His vicious and treacherous brother had already set a trap for him.

The dragon's horn, the red-robed monk Maqiro, and the dark-skinned woman... are all poisoned gifts from Euron!

He shouldn't have accepted these gifts, hadn't come to Slaver's Bay.

The Horn of the Dragon was owned by Euron all along, not him.

He was cheated.

Victarion's men finally reacted, and they rushed forward, roaring.

But the dark-skinned woman hugged Victarion like a lover's embrace, and then rushed him off the deck and into the sea.

Plop!

The seawater flooded the nose and mouth, and the salt invaded the wound, causing severe burning pain.

Victarion felt the fear of suffocation, the fear he had felt when he was drowned, and still shivered from it.

The Drowned God will bring me back to life!

Just like last time.

He consoled himself.

The dead are not dead, they will rise again, and the momentum will be even stronger!

Victarion hugged the dark-skinned woman tightly, but saw that she didn't show any intention of breaking free, and there was still that smile in his eyes, Euron's smile.

The gods will not spare the kinslayer!

Victarion growled silently.

The dark-skinned woman seemed to understand this sentence, with mockery in her eyes.

The two continued to sink, away from the world of light, and headed for eternal darkness.

Victarion's consciousness gradually faded, and when he was dying, he suddenly saw strands of black ink emerging from the woman, rolling and wriggling in the sea water, like countless tentacles of sea monsters.

"Farewell, my dear brother." The sea monster grew Euron's face, and smiled at Victarion.

Is it hallucination?

Victarion cried, "Euron! The Drowned God will not spare you, kinslayer! And I, shall be born again in his watery palace! The dead never die!"

"Really?" Euron curled his lips in disdain, "Then why didn't your Drowned God punish me when I killed the other two brothers?"

"You killed two brothers?" Victarion's eyes widened.

"Of course." Euron grinned, "Robin and Harlon, do you remember these two poor people? I killed them with my own hands, and then went to the beach to pee, praying that the Drowned God would take me away. It's a pity , no. Wake up, my foolish brother, the Drowned God you worship is a lie."

"No! You, a blasphemer, will be condemned by God one day!"

"Look back." Euron laughed. "See what the Drowned God you worship is."

No, there is no turning back. Victarion warned himself.

But the sea monster stretched out its tentacles and forcibly turned his head away.

Then, he saw a pale thing on the bottom of the sea, with a human appearance, swollen limbs, and a group of fish eating his face...

No! This is an illusion! Victarion's consciousness was fading.

Let me die!

"See?" Euron's voice still reached his ears, "This is your god."

Victarion struggled, but his body was extremely heavy and rigid.

Thoughts also began to froze.

Before losing consciousness completely, the last thing he heard was Euron's arrogant announcement:

"The gods are lies."