New Stage (End)

Theon glanced at Asha, savoring the crowd's cheers for a moment before roaring, "Can you tolerate that thief occupying the treasure and women that should have been yours?!"

This time, Asha did not need to take the lead. The Ironborn immediately shouted back, "Kill our way back! Kill our way back! Kill our way back!"

Theon drew a deep breath and waited for the noise in the room to subside slightly. Then he pointed to several nearby Ironborn in turn and called out their names: "Ogg, Germa, Wex, Erqin, Stig, Breck."

With every name he spoke, his gaze lingered briefly on the corresponding Ironborn's face. At last, he glared at the hulking man who had pissed on him that morning. "Ralf!"

At once, everyone followed Ralf in chuckling.

Theon swept a solemn gaze over the room, then pointed at himself as well. "Theon Greyjoy. Any one of us could die at the hands of that thief and his dogs—covered in wounds, bleeding to death, an arrow through the throat, a spear through the belly..."

"Ooh—" Asha could not help crying out, and the others quickly joined in with a chorus of dismayed noises.

Theon's sharp gaze swept over them again, and then he suddenly raised his voice. "But! Our battle cries will echo forever! People will sing of our courage! Every man, woman, and child will know who we are! Mothers will name their sons after us!"

The moment he finished, the already excited crowd threw up their arms and roared, "Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Whoever kills that damned thief will become the knight of every girl's dreams!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Whoever kills that damned Crow's Eye will become a legendary hero praised for generations!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Whoever kills that damned Euron Greyjoy, I'll raise his bronze statue on the