(The timeline has been modified. According to the original work, Red Kraken Dalton should not have been born yet, so it was changed to nine years old.)
There is no Greenlands on Iron Islands, and the plowshare cannot bring harvest here.
The rocks and storms here only breed people who dream of plunder.
Ser Harrold lit a bonfire in the darkness, the firelight reflected Baelon's face red and illuminated Vermithor's claws.
Baelon leaned on the dragon's claws, chewing the pie one bite at a time, and the reassuring smell of sulfur enveloped him.
suddenly.
Ser Harrold pulled out his sword suddenly and took a step in front of Baelon, "There is a sound!"
Baelon immediately made Vermithor hold his breath.
The air became quiet.
"Crack--"
The tiny crackle of a match echoed in the silence.
"Wow----" The tide lapped at the beach tirelessly.
In the night, a dark shadow appeared on the sea.
"It's a ship!" Ser Harrold was a little nervous, "It's coming towards us."
Baelon's eyes lit up.
The longship sails in the dark.
Barren·Greyjoy He saw the fire on the shore from a distance, and he grinned a cruel smile.
Another group of sheep from Greenlands.
Idiots who are not afraid of death actually light a bonfire in the wild hahaha.
Ironborn doesn't need firelight at night. Night is the best protection Drowned God can give them.
They docked overnight, killed the men, kidnapped the women, stole the wealth, and then returned to the ship to drink to their heart's content!
This is the life Ironborn should live!
Every captain is the king of his deck!
Iron Throne?!
Haha.
Barren·Greyjoy excitedly slapped his nephew Dalton·Greyjoy on the head.
Dalton·Greyjoy excitedly paddled on the bow of the boat. He started paddling when he was five years old. Now he is only nine years old and has already followed his uncle to rob Basilisk Isles.
It was he who saw a golden light falling from the sky and falling on the coast in the night.
Barren gave orders to the crew like a king, "Men, paddle your wooden oars and rush ashore!"
The sailors did not cheer, the bow of the ship broke through the waves and quietly approached the shore.
The coast is getting closer and closer.
Dalton pulled out the sword from the sealskin. He opened his eyes wide, expecting a killing and blood.
He saw clearly the two people on the shore.
Immediately reported, "There are only two people! One tall and one short!"
Barren·Greyjoy clicked his tongue in disappointment, "Only two people?"
"Forget it, I'll give you some practice!"
Dalton·Greyjoy nodded vigorously, with an expectant look on his face.
So what if one person fights against two people? He is not afraid.
In Iron Islands, cowards do not get any honor and courage is above all else.
Barren·Greyjoy turned around and yelled at the sailors in an evil voice, "Please row faster, don't let them get away!"
Dalton·Greyjoy said excitedly, "They are on the shore and have not escaped!"
"There's something golden behind them!"
No running away...
Barren·Greyjoy frowned, how dare someone not run away when they met them?!
The ship was getting closer and closer, Dalton could see the two people clearly, and the tall knight stood in front of Dwarf.
The distance is closer.
Oh, it turns out that the short one is not Dwarf, but a child about the same size as him.
The child stood in the firelight, with a shining brooch and shining silver hair.
Dalton·Greyjoy had a bad premonition in his heart, "Silver hair..."
"What?" Barren asked, "Are you sure?!"
Dalton's field of vision moved up, and he could clearly see the expression on the child's face. It was not fear, but fear.
He smiled and stared at the ship expectantly.
Baelon is looking forward to it.
Ironborn Bay, the speedboat traveling at night came straight into the light of the fire.
Is he going to be paid Iron Price?!
Ser Harrold blocked half of his body, and Vermithor lay quietly behind him, like an unconscious mountain.
Baelon stood there expectantly, staring at the dark shadow of the ship for a long time, like a dragon entrenched in a cave that had eaten its fill of sheep.
He was curled up on the gold coins, waiting with bright eyes for someone to come, waiting for a mortal to come towards him.
The boat was getting closer and closer, Baelon could even see the figures on the boat clearly.
Just as he was about to break into a bright smile, the clipper suddenly stopped in place and then turned around suddenly.
He galloped away into the distance in a hurry.
Baelon's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he shouted angrily, "What are you doing?!"
"Don't run away!"
"Weak guys, don't run away!"
"Come back, come back quickly!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Cowards, you cowards, show your Ironborn courage!"
Hearing the roar of Baelon, the Ironborns were furious, and they were all irritated!
The sailors raised their strong and strong arms, and the longship accelerated into the distance in the darkness.
Barren and Dalton picked up the oars and joined the sailors, "Row quickly!"
Baelon is extremely disappointed. The world is declining. How can Ironborn be so cowardly!
He looked back at Vermithor, whose entire body was hidden in the darkness, with only a few scales and claws illuminated.
He really couldn't figure out why Ironborn ran away. He couldn't tell there was a dragon at all.
This is not the case in Ironborn!
You should use the courage honed in the storm, fearless of death, and rush ashore to rob me of my teeth!
Then Vermithor opens his eyes, turns his head, and appears handsome. I will slap you in the face again.
Why didn't you even get to the shore and just ran away?!
Baelon climbed onto the dragon's back in despair. Could a long boat swimming in the water be faster than Vermithor's wings?
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the water.
"Another ship!" Ser Harrold shouted.
Baelon's eyes lit up again.
People in the new clipper boat laughed, cursed and taunted the escaping boat, "Escape cowards hahahaha!"
"You don't deserve to be in Ironborn Bay, go fishing and ride sheep, hahahaha."
The newly arrived clipper moved forward bravely, "Rush to the shore, rush! Rush!"
The shouts surged like the tide, and the ships washed up on the beach.
The pirates' voices instantly got stuck in their throats.
The fire illuminated the area, and a pair of huge bronze demon eyes slowly appeared.
A huge and ferocious head poked out of the darkness.
At that moment, all sounds disappeared.
Dalton·Greyjoy couldn't help but look back.
At that time, the silent moon was rising from the sea, and the heaven and earth suddenly became silent.
The flames of molten gold spread across his cold blue eyes, and also spread through time and space.
Brilliant and violent waves of bright flames rolled up and spread out, and butter candles lit up on the beach.
Ironborns wailed, but the painful sounds quickly dissipated.
Vermithor spread its wings and flew lightly between the bright moon and the wine-blue sea.
When darkness enveloped the Clippers, Dalton·Greyjoy's soul seemed to ascend into Watery Halls of Drowned God.
He couldn't feel anything anymore.
Baelon treats people on the sea with tolerance and gives them a choice, "Do you choose to sail back to the shore, or swim to the shore in the boiling water?"
The flames of the furnace lit up in the dragon's mouth.
He asked gently, "Cowards, choose."