Baelon and Vermithor return to the ground.
He was very sorry because he did not have the opportunity to see the courage of Ironborn.
Under the dragon's wings that cover the sky and the sun, the speedboat sails onto the beach where the flames have not yet burned out.
On the Clippers, the atmosphere was eerily quiet. No one spoke or moved.
Barren·Greyjoy In my mind, I want to drive a speedboat and gallop around the Sunset Sea, or just stay on the boat quietly like a crab burying its head in the sand.
But reason told him not to anger the dragon.
He took a deep breath and smiled, "Let's go, Ironborn never lacks the courage to face the storm."
He held his chest high and took the lead to get off the boat.
Dalton·Greyjoy followed everyone and slowly walked off the boat.
As soon as they got off the boat, everyone was shocked and their faces changed drastically.
The stench of sulfur and roasted bones filled the air.
Under their feet, there was no longer soft sand, but hot, scorching glass.
In just a moment, the Ironborn Bay tidal flat that has remained unchanged for millions of years left a burning mark of Dragonfire forever.
Broken boards and charcoal ash were floating on the lake.
Ironborn stood on the beach, looking at the plundering ship that was as big as their ship but burning like a candle.
There are also charred human figures on the beach.
Dalton·Greyjoy was shaking all over, and his voice was full of horror, "This is the power of the dragon."
Barren·Greyjoy's face changed and his smile disappeared.
Sure enough it was them!
Baelon·Targaryen, Vermithor.
Prince of Dragonstone, the first successor of Iron Throne, he drove a dragon to Ironborn Bay, it will not be a simple parade.
Could it be?!
Barren·Greyjoy's palms trembled, "This White Knight, are you going to Iron Islands?"
Harrold is watching the pirates warily.
What was driven back to the shore by Prince Baelon was a large plundering ship with 50 strong oarsmen, plus the crew, there were 130 people!
Hearing this, he looked over cautiously, but he was not wearing a white robe and white armor.
"It seems Ironborn has no shortage of cunning and clever people." Baelon looked over with a smile.
He thought Ironborn were all idiots who only thought about fighting, looting and having fun.
Baelon clung to Vermithor, and the dragon's long and heavy breath blew his hair.
Be careful when sailing the ten-thousand-year ship. Even though this group of Ironborn was photographed in the danger of the dragon and acted calmly, Baelon made up his mind.
He will never leave Vermithor 3 meters away.
He is a mortal body. Targaryen Without a dragon, he is just an ordinary person. A quick sword and a crossbow can kill him.
But when the dragon is by your side, Targaryen becomes the person closest to God.
So Baelon doesn't understand either.
Why is Dragonpit so far away from Red Keep.
If Viserys hadn't disagreed, he would have wanted to move out of Red Keep and live with Vermithor.
Ser Harrold found a hemp rope from the clipper, and at Baelon's strong request, he threw it far away.
Shouting and asking the Ironborns to surrender their weapons, they tied their hands.
Baelon didn't know Ironborn's inner struggles. He only saw that everyone was very cooperative.
Swords piled up on the beach.
He asked curiously, "You must not be able to see the whole dragon. Why did you run away before landing?"
Barren·Greyjoy guessed that he would not die.
He showed a sneer and said, "Just as you praised, the kindhearted Prince Baelon."
Ironborn Sunset Sea never lacks cunning and intelligence.
In other words, a captain with only courage will not live long. Every Ironborn in Zhonghai Ocean knows that the best way to face a storm is to avoid it before it forms.
"I saw your silver hair, your luxurious clothes, and a golden light falling from the sky earlier."
Seeing everyone obeying and being tied up, Baelon was a little surprised.
There are more than 100 people, but not a single Ironborn thorn?
Alas, since the birth of Vermithor, the whole world has turned into cotton, and he cannot enjoy the pleasure of playing games and walking on thin ice at all.
He has heard the story of Ironborn.
They always carry the desire for Old Way in their chests, the Drowned God they believe in, and their rituals.
He is also worried that there will be a brave Ironborn who is not afraid of death, and is always on guard against Ironborn, a brave person who wants to drag him down even if he wants to die.
He deliberately pulled Ser Harrold and kept a distance from Ironborn to ensure that Vermithor's dragon wings could protect them and Dragonfire was enough to protect him.
But...
Ironborn were all extremely obedient. Ser Harrold asked them to tie each other up, and they did so.
He raised his head and looked at the huge dragon above his head, which was as huge as a mountain.
Baelon walked into the remaining tidal flat, and Vermithor followed behind him. The ground shook as he walked.
He swept through the black coal, covered his nose and walked into the sea water. Broken wooden boards and wooden boxes were floating in the sea water.
Just like searching for and salvaging treasures from sunken ships on the coast.
He pulled over a small broken wooden box with force, and carefully opened the lid with the interest of opening a blind box.
The burning smell penetrated into his nose, and he frowned instantly. There was only a ball of black ash in the wooden box.
He threw the box open and pulled another one over. Through the broken hole, he saw that inside the box was a mass of smelted metal.
Then, he rummaged through and found steel weapons that were twisted, melted, and turned into strips.
Baelon sighed in disappointment, Dragonfire The temperature was too high.
Treasure hunt failed.
His vision swept across the tidal flat, and he suddenly paused.
Beside a piece of black coal, there lay a sword with a straight shape and covered with black gray.
Baelon was slightly startled, Dragonfire, there is still a intact sword under it?!
The moment he reached out to pick up the sword, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
So light!
Baelon used his cuff to wipe off the black dust on the sword blade, revealing a dark luster like a purple rainbow.
He blinked in disbelief and said in surprise, "Valyrian steel?!"
Ironborn has long been attracted by Baelon's every move. He looked over curiously and his body trembled when he heard this.
What?!
There was a Valyrian steel sword on that Clipper?!
Ser Harrold was so surprised that after carefully tying up each Ironborn, he rushed to Baelon, "Really?!"
Baelon Pour in sea water and wash away the black ash.
The more he washed, the more uncontrollably he smiled.
I didn't expect that this Iron Islands was so rich that he could actually have Valyrian steel sword on a random plundering ship!
You know, House Targaryen is only two handles Valyrian steel sword, Blackfyre, and Dark Sister.
Baelon picked up Valyrian steel sword with a smile.
Viserys has Blackfyre, Daemon has Dark Sister, Rhaenyra has Valyrian steel necklace, now, he also has Valyrian steel sword!
They all have something to inherit!
Moreover, it is a half-hand sword. Baelon estimates that the blade length must be 1 meter!
Almost catching up with his height!
Baelon cleared his throat and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.
He swept the wreckage on the sea in high spirits.
Sure enough, Ma Wuye's grass is not fat, he still underestimated Ironborn's harvest!
But it would be too slow for him and Ser Harrold to rummage by two people.
A smile appeared on Baelon's face, and he and Vermithor returned to the campfire and sat down.
Professional matters should still be left to professionals.
"Ser Harrold, let these pirates go."
Under the gaze of the giant dragon, the Ironborns glanced at Vermithor one by one from time to time, then tremblingly walked into the sea to salvage the wreckage of the sunken ship.
The melted Gold Dragon Silver Stag copper star, twisted gold and silver vessels, gemstone jewelry, iron swords and armor.
Food and cloth soaked in water after being burned...
The ale has long flowed into the sea.
Various items were lifted out of the sea and piled on the beach.
Ser Harrold was guarding him with a sword. Baelon was a little disappointed. They were all ordinary items.
He looked at Ser Harrold with a smile on his face, "Sir, choose your battle gift."
After killing the enemy, it is common practice and custom to peel off the armor and weapons from the warm corpse and rob the deceased of his money bag and jewelry.
Westeros people who advocate the spirit of chivalry do not think this is a desecration of the dead and corpses.
In other words, no one has ever had this idea.
That is their spoils of war, the tribute of their bravery.
But Ser Harrold shook his head.