"Yes, Your Grace."
"Loose fire arrows! Loose fire arrows!" The Ironborn loosed arrows soaked in oil. The flying shafts brought a skyful of sparks, throwing the Hightower docks into chaos.
"It's the Ironborn! Run!"
With Guncer captured, the fire arrows turned toward House Hightower's ships and warships.
"Spread the oil."
It was as though countless bonfires had been lit across the sky. The wind rose, its sudden arrival changing the course of the battle.
Oil-soaked arrows set the battered ships alight, followed by the warships moored behind them.
"The gates are too stout, and there's the Hightower." Euron Crow's Eye looked at Oldtown. They lacked an advantage in numbers, and even if they entered Oldtown, they would face waves of men.
As things stood, burning the docks and the Hightower warships was already an unexpected gain.
Some bold Ironborn also swam into the sea and scuttled the ships afloat.
As chaos engulfed the docks, the longships began racing through the mist like flies that had scented blood.
Chapter 391: A Bitter Battle and a Plea for Aid
Mist hung thick, and fire rose with the wind. Oldtown's docks had become a world of blood and fire.
Oldtown had always been known for its wealth and for staying out of conflicts. It had never suffered such a savage blow, and even the city watch was stunned.
The potbellied Tyroshi merchant ship had only been the first step. The longships followed close behind.
Euron Crow's Eye and his elite men had bought them time. It had been a gamble, but the rewards were extraordinary.
"Kill!" The longships used the day's thick mist to conceal themselves, then rode the sudden wind, destroying the Patrol Ships Fleet blocking their path and converging on Euron Crow's Eye.
The Oldtown Fleet had plenty of patrol ships,