"This is your trophy, prince." Harrold said.
He did not protect Prince Baelon and had no right to receive this honor.
Baelon glanced at Ironborn.
Every Ironborn is so obedient.
Just ignore the unruly looks on their faces and the deliberate damage to items during salvage.
Barren·Greyjoy's eyes burned with unyielding will.
They have experience in dealing with the Dragon King.
So what about the giant dragon, what about Iron Throne?
Ironborn will never become a servant of the royal family of Greenlands!
What Is Dead May Never Die, will surely rise again.
The power of the dragon can make Ironborn temporarily and superficially surrender, but it can never take away their deepest desire for Old Way.
Barren·Greyjoy breathed out slowly, with a slightly provocative smile on his face.
"We did as you asked, Prince."
"We are your prisoners and are willing to swear allegiance to you," Merciful "Baelon."
Ironborn They all laughed, their smiles were weird and sarcastic.
"Yeah!"
"Prince, accept our allegiance."
They looked at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.
When dealing with the Dragon King, just docilely swear allegiance to him.
Sincerely surrender, learn from the sheep of Greenlands to trade and fish?!
Absolutely impossible hahaha.
Greenlands people are always too weak to defeat the opponent, and many Ironborn have already thought about it.
After they left, they were going to plunder somewhere, killing all the men, raping the women, and taking away the cattle and sheep, hahahaha.
Baelon has an indifferent expression. He has grown up in Red Keep since he was a child, so he can naturally see that these Ironborns are both obedient and secretive.
He wrapped Valyrian steel sword and tied it to Vermithor's back, "Allegiance?"
"There's no rush." He said calmly, "Before that, you should do one thing first as prisoners and slaves."
He glanced at the charred corpses on the ground with a calm expression on his face.
He once went to the city wall specifically to stare at the heads stuck on the city wall.
A few days after the head is inserted, you can still see the facial features clearly and recognize who is who.
But after a week or two, the face of the head will become swollen, the lips will turn out, and the tongue will bulge out of the mouth.
Maggots squirm in the eye sockets, nasal cavity, and broken necks, and white pigeons will peck at the eyeballs and cheeks in groups.
Since then, Baelon finally learned to be a Westeros person.
He asked, "For Ironborn, returning the body of the deceased to the sea is the highest funeral honor, right?"
Barren·Greyjoy glanced at Baelon and answered with a smile, "Of course."
"No need to threaten us, no Ironborn is afraid of death."
Everyone chanted in unison, with enthusiastic expressions, "What Is Dead May Never Die, will surely rise again!"
"What Is Dead May Never Die, will definitely rise again!"
Harrold Hold the sword hilt tightly.
Baelon laughed.
He tilted his head, "Then according to the custom of Ironborn, let's carry these corpses into the sea. Don't let the birds peck at them, and don't let the corpses rot on the beach."
"Return them to Drowned God."
The air suddenly became quiet, Ironborn became quiet, and Barren·Greyjoy looked at each other.
But the sailors hesitated for a moment, and without waiting for Barren·Greyjoy's instructions, they began to solemnly lift the bodies on the beach and immerse them in the sea water.
They had all obeyed the captain's order and, under the pressure of the dragon, had no choice but to salvage the trophies for the Dragon King.
What's wrong with burying Ironborn's body again?
The corpse followed the ebb and flow of the tide and disappeared into the vast sea.
Baelon smiled slightly and asked casually, "Is there any Ironborn among you who is brave and pious enough?"
Barren·Greyjoy's eyes were cold, he didn't understand what this Prince was going to do.
But after the funeral, he could feel that the resentment of many of his crew members towards Baelon had dissipated.
Returning to the sea is the wish of every Ironborn after death, but many Ironborn themselves will throw Ironborn's bodies around at will.
Unexpectedly, Baelon was willing to give the body the highest burial possible.
His tone was cold and the smile disappeared from his face, "Every one of my crew members is qualified Ironborn."
Baelon smiled slightly, "Really?"
"Then are there any Ironborn who are willing to follow these corpses and go to Drowned God's Watery Halls?"
"Go meet Drowned God and bring my words to your gods."
"This is a group of Ironborn who died under the powerful power of the dragon."
"Who has the courage to complete this glorious mission?" he asked with a smile.
If you are a devout believer, just die first.
The air suddenly became quiet, Ironborns started to stir, and Barren·Greyjoy's expressions changed.
From Baelon's point of view, this is obviously letting Ironborn seek death.
But Ironborn doesn't think so.
"Me!"
"I'm coming!"
"Go away, I'm the only one qualified to do this!"
Ironborn You pushed me, I pushed you, and some of them even punched each other. If they hadn't had weapons, I'm afraid someone would have bled.
Baelon raised his voice. "Stand up, warrior!"
"Show the dragon look at you!"
Wow--
Eight or nine strong men suddenly squeezed out of the crowd. A few stretched out their legs hesitantly and then retracted them. Some of them had twinkling eyes.
Dalton·Greyjoy's eyes are full of anger, this is not true glory!
This is the shortcut!
The real Ironborn should keep looting until he dies in the sea and enters the Watery Halls feasting and drinking under the waves!
Barren·Greyjoy looked ugly, but he couldn't stop it with words. This was Ironborn's belief.
Stop Ironborn from heading to the sea?!
That is the real way to seek death.
Baelon smiled slightly, "Let's go together, quickly follow the warriors who died from the dragon and go to Watery Halls!"
Several people looked at Baelon gratefully, and one person knelt down on one knee and touched his forehead to the ground, thanking him for the honor.
This is a shortcut to enter Watery Halls!
So, in full view of everyone, a few people eagerly filled their clothes with pebbles and walked into the sea step by step.
They sank and never rose again.
Barren·Greyjoy gritted his teeth and saw different looks from the crew behind him.
Baelon sighed inwardly, faith is so terrible.
He is pretty good at history.
He remembered that before "the Conqueror" Aegon conquered Iron Islands, there was a man who claimed to be Drowned God's living son, the barefoot saint Lodos.
It was rumored that he could perform miracles and attracted many believers.
But after Aegon arrived with his troops, Drowned God's son tried to summon the Kraken from the depths of the sea to rise to the surface and overturn the invading warship.
The result is that nothing happens.
The son of Drowned God cannot perform miracles. Baelon originally thought that the barefoot saint was killed after Ironborn exposed the scam.
But Lodos filled his clothes with stones, walked into the sea, and said, "Go and consult with my father."
Thousands of people followed him.
Baelon I thought at that time that faith is truly the highest form of human love and the greatest atrocity.
It can blind people's eyes and minds and easily kill thousands of people.
In the years that followed, bloated corpses that had been eaten by crabs washed up on the glass beach.
But at this time, Baelon just looked at the remaining people.
The devout believers have already gone to Watery Halls in Drowned God on their own, and the rest can naturally be easily solved.
"Okay, everyone."
Baelon With a gentle push, mountains of gold and silver nuggets fell onto the beach.
"Anyone who is willing to swear allegiance and serve your new captain, kneel before me, and you will receive your share of the spoils of war from my share."
Ironborn all looked at each other, the crowd was in a commotion, and many people had joy in their eyes.
"Uncle..." Dalton·Greyjoy exclaimed.
"Shut up." Barren shouted.
He listened to the whispers of the crew, gritted his teeth, and looked at him with hatred.
Ironborn is fickle, not just for people like Greenlands!
Isn't his prestige, his prestige among the crew, just because he can lead Ironborn people to rob and steal the spoils?!
After a moment, Barren·Greyjoy loosened his clenched fists.
For a giant dragon, can unwillingness and resentment pierce the dragon's scales?!
He looked at Baelon in silence.
If he is not a Targaryen, if he is willing to lead Ironborn to rob.
Then he is the captain that Ironborns dream of.
A new captain who is strong enough to both protect them and destroy them, a captain who respects Drowned God and the dead.
He sneered in his heart, but the problem is, and the most important point is, Ironborn will not recognize the captain who is not good at Old Way.
Even if someone is loyal at this time, once Baelon·Targaryen prohibits looting, Ironborn's loyalty will soon disappear.
Among the crowd, there were several older sailors who stood up happily and knelt down on one knee.
Baelon caressed Vermithor and waited patiently.
After a while.
Another man with brown hair stood up and knelt down on one knee.
He said, "King Dragon Ship, if you do Old Way, you will be the new captain of my Balon!"
Everyone else's eyes lit up.
Yes!
Baelon·Targaryen, didn't you just complete a robbery?!
They figured it out instantly!
We Do Not Sow.
Baelon·Targaryen burned the enemy ships and seized the treasure. This was a successful robbery in line with Old Way.
He lines Old Way.
He follows customs.
He distributed the spoils.
Isn't this an excellent captain? A captain driving Dragon Ship!