Thick black clouds blocked the sky, strong winds tore and rolled the cloud waves, and the raging waves of the sea surged in the sky.
The whole sky looks like an angry sea hanging upside down, and it looks very oppressive. No Ironborn would go to sea on such a day.
But Baron Greyjoy breathed a long sigh of relief.
Under the sky, even if Storm God is covered with thick clouds and stirred up strong winds.
But there is no dragon under the sky.
Grey King The captains gathered in the hall, and all the people with status had different expressions.
Someone shouted angrily, "Unknown person! Tell me your name!"
"Ironborn will not choose a little baby to be king!"
Baelon is not angry.
Baron Greyjoy stared at Baelon and said in a serious tone, "You want to participate in Kingsmoot? Then what gifts do you have for all the captains?!"
A captain immediately echoed, "Yes!"
"Bronze and barren gifts cannot buy a crown hahahaha."
Only those who bring generous gifts can prove their strength to them and win recognition!
Baelon shook his head, "Now, except for one sword that belongs to me, all the war gifts belong to my sailors."
"It is a shameful act to ask for back the war gifts that have been distributed."
Baron·Greyjoy felt relieved after hearing this.
No dragon, no wealth... the possibility of it being the person in his imagination has become lower again.
Silver hair and purple eyes?
Maybe an illegitimate child.
Baron·Greyjoy glanced at Baelon with admiration and couldn't help but laugh.
Ironborn, who travels across the sea, must have this courage!
He patted the child's shoulder boldly, "Although you disturb Kingsmoot and disobey Old Way! But you have enough courage."
"Come on my boat and ride Sunset Sea with me!"
Baelon raised his eyes with surprise in his eyes, "I thought Baron Greyjoy was a fish in the gutter."
But after a short period of contact, Baron Greyjoy is like the sea of Iron Islands, with an open mind nurtured by the vast sea.
People who rely on the sea for food have no shortage of premonitions of storms and dangers.
Baron·Greyjoy had a bad premonition in his heart, "What did you say?!"
Baelon was not looking at him. He took a few steps back, leaning against Nagga's Bones, and distanced himself from the captains.
At the same time, with a wave of his hand, all the sailors under his command withdrew from Nagga's Bones and pushed some distance away.
Baelon nodded secretly, now it is safe.
He clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention, "I am indeed not here to participate in Kingsmoot."
Without waiting for anyone to react, he continued, "Because I am here to become your Ironborn king."
"And I want you to promise me that you will obey my orders and let me designate the goals."
"No permission is allowed, no private looting is allowed."
This was so ridiculous that the captains couldn't even get angry.
They were completely amused.
"Get off here!"
"Arrogant little doll!"
"A little baby cannot be the king of Ironborn!"
Baelon replied calmly, "I really don't have many things. I don't have any gifts for you. I'm not even Ironborn."
"But I haven't said what I have?"
"What?!"
"Not Ironborn?!"
Many captains looked at each other, their eyes instantly burning with anger.
How dare you tease them like this!
Naga The holy land is not stained with blood, but it is normal for a few people to die on the sea!
Many captains shot murderous glances at the sailors with yellow ribbons on their hands, but the sailors seemed not to notice and remained unmoved.
For a moment, some wise captains frowned.
Something doesn't seem right.
Are these Ironborn possessed?!
Why do you want to accompany an outsider to fool around? Aren't they afraid of death?!
But some people shouted, "Then what do you have?!"
Under the gazes of all the captains and priests, Baelon touched Naga's thick white bones and sighed, "She is so big."
"The ribs are thicker and taller than the mast, but her size is definitely not comparable to "Balerion the Black Dread" Balerion."
Baron·Greyjoy asked, "What do you mean?"
A certain irritation urged him to ask, "Stop beating around the bush! What can you give us?!"
Baelon smiled slightly, "The sky is a bit dark today."
The captains frowned in confusion.
But the next second, the already gloomy light suddenly dimmed, and night suddenly fell.
Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the sky without knowing why.
What does it mean...
The thick clouds were torn apart by giant wings, and endless skylight poured down from the holes.
Naga's ribs, the wrinkles on each captain's face, and the shocked eyes of the priests were all illuminated by the skylight.
dragon...
Dragon?!
A terrifying dragon descended from the clouds.
The huge dragon completely shielded the top of Nagga's Hill, Nagga's Bones, and all the captains were shrouded under the dragon's body.
The scorching hot wind carried an unpleasant smell of sulfur.
Facing the power of the dragon, the cold breath of death enveloped him.
One captain wailed, his knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground. Many captains stiffened and stared blankly at the giant dragon.
The captains were frozen in place with fear, unable to move.
Nagga's Bones Underneath, only the roar of the dragon and the pale-faced people were left.
The giant dragon slowly landed on the ground, making a tooth-aching explosion.
Everyone's eyes were splitting as they watched the dragon slowly descend. The Naga ribs, which had stood for countless centuries in the sea breeze, were like a rotten wooden ship caught in a storm and turned into pieces.
Baelon stood quietly on the spot, behind him was the vast blue sky and the giant bronze dragon.
Vermithor looks up to the sky and roars, the mighty Dragonfire is like a pillar of fire, the air is twisted, and the heat wave surges, like a god or a demon.
The tremors of the earth spread from the soles of the feet to the thighs, making people feel numb all over.
At that moment, everyone fell into dead silence.
But the bottom of the mountain was in chaos at this time, with ordinary Ironborn pushing each other and running away like cockroaches in the light.
They scrambled to the bay's clippers.
"Dragon!"
"Targaryen!"
"Iron Throne really called!"
At this moment, the paddlers were extremely lucky that they were not captains and could not reach the top of the hill.
Ironborn's old rules still have some truth!
Baron Greyjoy's lips trembled, "The captain of Dragon Ship!"
It turned out that it was not a dragon-shaped carving or a sail with a dragon painted on it.
It's a real dragon.
In the roar of Vermithor, Baelon said, "I am the dragon captain who reopened Kingsmoot."
"I am Baelon·Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone."
"I'm not Ironborn."
"But if you offer your loyalty, I will give you the power of the dragon."
"You want to plunder? I will give you something that no king has ever had!"
"The whole world!"
Baron Greyjoy clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness and humiliation!
Targaryen!
The tyrant on Iron Throne!
Relying on the dragon, the scourge that should have died long ago, unscrupulously tramples on Ironborn's Old Way, Ironborn customs!
He stared at the dragon's scales, which had a metallic sheen and were extremely huge.
In Age of Heroes, Grey King killed Naga, the first sea dragon born in the sea.
This single legend makes Grey King the eternal hero of Ironborn.
In this era, can Ironborn kill the dragon born in the sky?
Does he have the courage to fight against a dragon that is bigger and more powerful than Naga?
What's even more frightening is that the dragon is not an only child.
Baron Greyjoy's lips trembled and his fists loosened weakly.
Harrenhal flashed through his mind, and King Qarl, which was loyal to "the Conqueror" Aegon, flashed through his mind.
After a while.
He knelt down on one knee in despair and whispered with all his strength from his dry throat, "Baelon..."
"Baelon!"
But suddenly, his voice became louder.
"Baelon!"
Baron·Greyjoy's voice was like a loud bell, his face gradually turned red, and his eyes were bright!
Yes, if it is an enemy.
Dragons are a terrible scourge!
But what if the dragons were on their side?!
Ironborn will have power comparable to the gods!
Moreover, Baelon·Targaryen is the first successor to Prince of Dragonstone and Iron Throne!
Hahahahaha!
Baron Greyjoy grinned wider and wider, shouting with uncontrollable ecstasy.
Custom?
Nagga's Bones is destroyed, and the era of Grey King should have ended long ago!
In this era, Ironborn will surely create their own new legend that will be passed down for thousands of years!
The captains recovered from the shock.
"Baelon!"
Gradually, several young captains shouted at the top of their lungs, and a few chaotic voices were mixed into the shouts.
Their eyes sparkled with ambition.
"Baelon!"
The captain of Dragon Ship, Feast of the Blood-stained Flats, and... no more hiding and plundering in fear!
There was also a giant dragon so close at hand. Many captains gritted their teeth and knelt down one knee after another.
Finally, the shouts echoed through Nagga's Hill, overwhelming the torrential waves.
A few captains stood stiffly on the spot, like arrow clusters in an arrow box.
An old captain's voice trembled, "We will never... never... choose to trample on Old Way's..."
Baelon listened unintentionally and chuckled. Vermithor slowly probed his head, and the dragon's breath sprayed on everyone's heads.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, vacating their seats one after another, and the shouts became louder!
If you want to eat Dragonfire, don't bother them!
Baelon said, "Don't worry, Dragonfire will prevent me from getting Nagga's Hill stained red like the "bloody hand" Urron."
But as soon as Vermithor opened its sharp teeth, the feet of several captains standing here and there softened uncontrollably and fell to their knees.
A strange force took away their throats, and they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Baelon! Baelon!"
Thousands of years ago, "Blood Hand" Urron·Greyiron ambushed the axemen on Kingsmoot, attacked Kingsmoot, massacred other candidates, and became the supreme ruler of Iron Islands.
They figured it out!
Since Urron·Greyiron can do it, why can't Baelon·Targaryen!
Trampling on Old Way is also the way to practice Old Way!
What customs, what habits, Ironborn never sows, Ironborn takes everything!
King Baelon is practicing the purest Old Way!
Several captains shouted enthusiastically, and their high-pitched voices even surpassed the other captains at one point.
Baelon:...
Baelon smiled, it was smoother than he thought.
"My Ironborns, first of all, let us capture Stepstones!"
"You will do what the Ironborns have never done in a hundred years and bring new territory to the Ironborns."
"More wealth! More territory!"
"Go and seize it!"
The captains showed excited smiles and shouted the name Baelon!
But Iron Throne's fleet and Greenlands's lord are not vegetarians either.
Robbery is often accompanied by a large number of deaths, and their relatives belong to Drowned God.
But as long as they kneel down, all the troublesome forces in the past will become Ironborn's allies!
The captains gasped for breath, such a good thing fell from the sky!
"No!"
Suddenly, a high-pitched voice tore apart the harmony.
"He cannot be the king of Ironborn!"
A Drowned God priest recovered from the mental trance caused by the dragon's shock.
He declared with a trembling voice, "The gods said that this person does not respect the gods!"
"You can't choose him!"
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