They were either hunted down and killed or melted by the magic dragons' flames.
The horn still can't interfere with the magic dragons. It seems I must take the next step, Euron Crow's Eye Greyjoy thought aboard the Silence.
"Dragonbinder had no effect. It seems the red-robed sorcerers are responsible. They found some method of shielding the magic dragons' eardrums," Euron Crow's Eye explained.
"The king on the Iron Throne is cunning indeed," Moroia the Mad Maid said impassively.
"No wonder the boy dared come and fight me. But if he thinks he can defeat the invincible Euron like this, he's wrong," Euron Greyjoy said. Then he walked toward the prow, toward that foolish bastard girl who had long since been bound there.
"Girl, it is a blessing to sacrifice yourself for the king's cause."
Fatia Flowers was stark naked, like the mouthless maiden on the figurehead. Her smooth belly had only just begun to swell with pregnancy, her red cheeks had dried out, and her mouth had withered from deprivation.
The bastard girl had once been a beautiful, buxom young woman. Now she was like a walking corpse.
She had not struggled at all when the boys bound her. Her hair hung down over her face, and she had long since lost the strength to resist or argue.
"Cut her body open. Let her blood drain dry," Euron Crow's Eye said. The mute sailors stepped forward.
The Mad Maid watched this bloody scene. Such torture and humiliation would not have taken place in Oldtown.
But these were troubled times, and even those of divine blood could become cruel and cold.
The daggers of the mute sailors and the bastards gleamed coldly, their sharp blades drawing sprays of blood.
The air's force field, which had settled, rippled again. The chaotic