"Why? Why is this happening? Storm, you are a storm too."
Chapter 416: Victory at the Battle of Oldtown, Crow's Eye's End
"Tell His Grace I am proud of him. Give him my Yew Bow...
And please bury me in the Kingswood. Let me lie dead alongside my brothers of the brotherhood.
I should have died long ago. I clung to life for all these years, only to die on the battlefield." Anguy helped Arrow Maker up. A faint smile still lingered on the dying man's face.
The white-haired Arrow Maker gazed at the king's battlefield and spoke his last wishes.
"I will, Master Dick." Anguy wiped away his tears and nodded. Dick had taught him a great deal about archery, too.
"Longbowmen!" Anguy roared next. "Draw, loose!"
Arrows rained down, blotting out the sky and taking Ironborn lives. Only slaughter could triumph over slaughter.
The longbowmen Anguy and Arrow Maker had selected were all elite troops. From the safety of the rear flank, they once again pinned the enemy down with a rain of arrows.
"Storm, so you are a storm too." On the longship's deck, Euron Crow's Eye Greyjoy covered that eye of his, an eye like a pool of blood.
Crow's Eye was the most handsome of all the sea dragons, and the most insane.
Crow's Eye's hair remained as black as the midnight ocean, without a single strand of white. His face was still smooth and pale, with a neatly trimmed black beard.
Euron's left eye was blood-red, but his right eye was as blue as a midsummer sky.
Blood seeped from his crimson eye. With that glance just now, Crow's Eye felt he had suffered a grievous blow.
The agony of burning flames, the agony of a soul splitting apart-his consciousness had tried to invade