He casually waved at the two hollow-eyed warlocks from Qarth behind him, both of whom had had their tongues cut out.
"Blow it."
"Let our new king from the North have a listen."
The two warlocks trembled uncontrollably, their fear rising from the depths of their souls.
They looked at the enormous horn as though it were a monster about to devour them.
But they could not resist.
Under Euron's icy gaze, one of the warlocks stepped forward, trembling, and used every ounce of his strength to lift the enormous Dragonbinder.
He drew a deep breath and pressed his cracked lips against its cold mouthpiece.
Woooo-hummm-
An indescribable blast erupted from the horn!
It was unlike any sound in the mortal world.
It mingled the roar of a volcano, the howl of a storm, and the piercing screams of thousands of souls writhing in fire!
The sound became a tangible shock wave, sweeping across the entire frozen sea!
The nearby soldiers, Northerners and Ironborn alike, clapped their hands over their ears in agony, crimson blood seeping from every opening in their faces.
The ice fractured inch by inch around the horn, cracks spreading wildly in every direction like a spiderweb!
But the warlock blowing the horn suffered a fate more horrific than anyone else's.
An eerie red glow began spreading through his chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though a furnace had been lit inside him.
Wisps of smoke rose from his mouth, nose, ears, and even his eyes, carrying the scorched stench of roasting flesh.
His silk robe turned to ash in an instant. The blood vessels beneath his skin burst one after another, and his entire body exploded like an overinflated skin bag!
Flesh and organs flew in every direction, mixed with burning fragments