And these stone dragons relied on runes and burning oil, nothing more than stupid magic dragons.
Even so, House Hightower was quite formidable.
"Go take the Citadel. The sphinxes are nearly out of strength, too," Euron Crow's Eye ordered Rodrik the Reader. "You know a great deal. Don't lose a single book."
"Dragons! The magic dragons are coming!" The Ironborn closest to the Citadel looked up at the sky. Suddenly, a winged shadow appeared, followed by a swirling stream of black-and-red flame that roasted the Ironborn into roast pigs.
Then came the sound of trebuchets, and enormous stones flew through the sky.
"Magic dragons! The magic dragons are coming!" The Ironborn blew their long horns. Wooooooo.
The sound of horns rang throughout Oldtown. Wooooo.
"Young men are still too young." Euron Crow's Eye looked into the distance, feeling immensely pleased with himself.
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"Hightower has surrendered!"
"Hightower has surrendered!"
"Euron!"
"Euron!"
The cheers of the Ironborn echoed throughout Oldtown as the captains called Euron Crow's Eye's name.
Victarion's face was ashen. "This is Euron Crow's Eye's victory. Where are my supporters?"
Victarion glanced at the enormous Dragonbinder aboard his ship. Only Dragonbinder could give him the power to defy heaven and change his fate.
Seize the dragons, burn Euron Crow's Eye to death, steal the Dragon Queen, and become king himself.
"This is my path. I won't let Euron Crow's Eye's beautiful dream come true," Victarion told the dark-skinned woman beside him softly. "He has gained Oldtown, but I will take everything from him."
Terrifying banners cowed Oldtown. Every ship flew Euron Crow's Eye's banner: a black iron crown supported by two crows, with a red eye and black pupil beneath it.
The surviving people of Oldtown hid