Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Iron Islands.

The Gray King's halls were once again filled with ironmen.

"King Balon is dead! He gave his life to restore the glory of the ancient road! He is Balon the brave, he is Balon blessed by God! But now he is dead!" cried Aeron Greyjoy . The waves are roaring and responding.

"Lord Balon is dead!" the ironborn shouted in unison, their voices full of anger.

"The dead never die, they will rise again, stronger!" Aeron shouted, "We will never give in, we will never give up, we need a new king to sit on the seastone seat and continue the cause of Balon! "

"There will be a new king!" the ironborn responded.

"He will!" Aeron's voice was like the rumble of the sea, "but who is he? Who will take Balon's seat? Who will rule this sacred island? Who will rule the Ironborn!"

The Drowned God priest raised his hands high in the air, his expression frantic.

But the Hall of the Gray Sea King fell into silence.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, trying to test other people's plans.

Balon Greyjoy is dead. According to the line of succession, his only son Theon should inherit the throne, but this person is still in the north, and his life and death are unknown.

Balon also had a daughter, Asha, but the Ironborn would not accept a woman's rule.

In addition, Balon has three younger brothers, in order of age, namely Euron "Crow's Eye", Victarion "Iron Captain", and Aeron "Damphair".

It looks like Euron is first in the line of succession, but he was expelled by King Balon, and he is not as popular in the Iron Islands as his brother Victarion, the commander of the Iron Fleet.

Aeron didn't like Euron either, so when everyone was silent, he fixed his eyes on Victarion and appealed again:

"Who will be our king?"

Victarion met his brother's eyes, nodded, and stepped up the steps.

"You all know me." Victarion raised his steel-clad iron fist to everyone, "I have no sweet words, only battle axes and iron fists! I have led the longships of the Iron Fleet in countless battles, and led you to win Countless victories! Here, there is only one thing I want to say——

What my brother Balon can give you, I can give too!

And there will be more! "

"Victarion! King Victarion!" The subordinates shouted loudly from the audience, and opened several boxes at the same time, scattering countless plundered gold, silver and jewels.

Captains and chiefs swarmed up, shouting Victarion's name as they scrambled for treasure.

The corners of Aeron's mouth curled up slightly, but he immediately glanced nervously in Euron's direction, wondering if he should make a move?

But it was not Euron who stopped the shouting, but Asha, daughter of King Balon.

"Uncle!" She bent down to pick up a gold headband, and jumped up the steps.

The cheers of the audience gradually stopped, and everyone wanted to hear what King Balon's daughter wanted to say.

"My uncle is the most heroic man in the Iron Islands, but he is not the most qualified to inherit the seat of Seastone." Asha put the gold headband on her head confidently, "Balon's brother will arrange Behind Balon's daughter."

"That is the inheritance law of the Green Land." Victarion looked at his niece and said, "A woman has never sat on the Seastone Seat."

"That was in the past." Asha turned her head to face the crowd and said loudly, "Ah Uncle said he can give you more than my father. Very good, but what is it? Is it wealth? Glory? Or freedom? ?

No, it is not.

Please think about it carefully, and don't forget how we were hunted down by land knights in armor in the river bend, don't forget the hordes of widows, and countless longships sunk in the Mander River.

My father brought you failures, and this uncle of mine will bring you more failures!

But I am different, I will not go this way. "

"Then what will you bring us?" asked one of the chiefs.

"Peace!" Asha said, "It's time for the Ironborn to make a change. We can't fight against the Iron Knights of the Green Land. Of course, I will never forget my father's hatred, but there are many ways to revenge. The Ironborn is not Knowing only looting, we can also have allies.

The Lannister family shares a common enemy with us, so we can unite with the Iron Throne to avenge and win peace and victory! "

"Victory!" Someone echoed loudly.

"Asha! Asha! Asha!" More and more ironmen began to respond.

But more ironborn are against:

"No cowards! No women!"

"Victarion! Victarion is the king of the Ironborn!"

The crowd began to push each other, and someone picked up a stone and threw it at Asha. She dodged in a hurry, and the golden headband fell off.

The chaos became more and more serious, but at this moment, a loud horn sounded suddenly.

A horn as deadly as a blade.

woo woo woo woo——

All eyes turned to the direction from which the horn sounded.

It was one of Euron Crow's Eye's crew blowing the horn.

Streaks of red and gold covered the surface of the horn, and countless inscriptions carved in the ancient Valyrian language began to turn red and white, until they burst into flames.

The terrible sound resounded through the hall of the Gray Sea King, full of pain and anger, almost scorching people's ears.

The ironborn covered their ears and cursed loudly, but their voices were drowned out by the sound of the horns.

Just when they were suffering, the trumpeter suddenly lost his breath. A puff of thin smoke rose from his mouth, then he swayed and fell down, his mouth was full of blood and scorched blisters.

Euron Crow's Eye walked slowly up the hill.

All eyes were on him.

"Ironborn." Euron looked at the crowd with that smiling eye, "you have heard my horn, now listen to my speech.

I am Balon's eldest brother, the blood of the golden sea monster flows in my veins, and among the living sea monsters, I am the only one who has not tasted the taste of failure, only I have never bent my knees, and only I have been to the land of shadows Asshai, who has witnessed unimaginable miracles and horrors..."

"If you like shadows so much, go back!" someone shouted from below.

Euron ignored him and continued:

"Crow's Eye, this is the nickname you gave me. The talent of crows is to seek death, and I am seeing the whole of Westeros marching towards death! Those who follow me will die when it comes to an end. Feast to your heart's content!

My brother will complete the ancient way of Balon, my niece will bring you peace, and I will bring you all of Westeros!

We are born ironborn, ancient overlords, our decree has been unimpeded where the sound of the waves has flowed! From Lannisport to Storm's End, from Winterfell to Sunspear, from the Moon Mountains to the Shield Isles, I promise, we'll get all of Westeros! "

"Crow's Eye!" Asha was not deceived by the other party's rhetoric, "Have you lost all your sanity in Asshai? If we can't even hold Highgarden, why should we conquer the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Why not?" Euron chuckled. "Haven't you heard the story of Aegon the Conqueror? His army on Dragonstone may not have been as large as ours."

"But he has three dragons."

"Yes. And I shall have three dragons, too," Euron said confidently. "I found the horn you heard just now from the ruins of Valyria, and no living man would dare set foot on that land except me. A land cursed by the gods.

You have experienced its sound and felt its power. It was the Dragon's Horn, with ancient talismans inscribed in streaks forged of fiery gold and Valyrian steel, the same horn that dragonlords once blew to drive dragons until the Doom.

Through it, I also make the dragon obey my call. "

Euron's eyes slowly swept across the faces of everyone, seeing their expressions in his eyes, and then he showed a smug smile:

"And this is undoubtedly worthy of a driftwood crown."

After a brief silence, the Gray Sea King Hall was filled with cheers:

"Euron! Euron! Euron!"

Victarion pursed his lips, turned and strode away.

He knew that he had no chance.

The throne was destined for the Crow's Eye.

Leaving the hall, the hustle and bustle was gradually replaced by the sound of the waves.

Victarion was full of melancholy and anger, yes, anger.

It was his brother Euron who usurped his wife and forced him to kill her.

He also wanted to kill Euron, but kinslayer would be cursed by the gods, so Balon stopped Victarion and drove Euron out.

Now, Euron is back, and King of the Iron Islands.

Victarion could not accept this reality.

"Dear brother." Euron's voice came from behind him.

Victarion clenched his fists and said without looking back:

"Are you here to show off to me?"

"It's just a wooden crown, nothing to show off." Euron said lightly.

But this made Victarion even angrier: "If you don't want it, give it back to me!"

"I'll give it to you, don't worry." Euron smiled, "When I sit on the Iron Throne, the seat of the Seastone will of course be yours."

Victarion turned his head and looked at his brother suspiciously:

"You really consider yourself a conqueror? Where is your dragon?"

"There will be," Euron promised, "and besides the dragon, I need a queen. So, dear brother, will you go to Slaver's Bay and bring back my queen?"

Victarion's fist clenched tighter:

"You took my wife, but you want me to help you find the queen?"

"You were the one who killed her." Euron shrugged, indifferently.

"You killed her when you entered her body! I just smashed her body!"

"Okay, isn't it just a woman?" Euron patted his younger brother on the shoulder, "I'll give you another one, which is more beautiful than the previous one. But this queen, you must help me bring it back."

"Who is she?" Victarion suddenly asked curiously.

"She is the last of the true dragon's blood, and they say she is the most beautiful woman in the world. Silver-gold hair, eyes like amethyst. My good brother, go to Slaver's Bay and see her beauty with your own eyes, and bring her back Give me."

"Why should I go?"

"For duty, for your king's order." Euron said with a chuckle, "and for the seat of Seastone. My promise just now is serious. When I sit on the Iron Throne, I will canonize you as King of the Iron Islands." .”

"Okay! I'll go!" Victarion let go of his hand, his palm was covered with blood, "I will bring this dragon girl back."

But not for you to be queen. Victarion swore to himself.

You took my wife, and I will take yours too!

The most beautiful woman in the world, to myself!