Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 222 The King of the Iron Islands

Uncle Aeron "Damphair" Greyjoy was drowning by the sea when Asha Greyjoy found him.

The faith of the drowned young man was not strong enough, he struggled desperately in the water, but Aeron "Damphair" held his head tightly.

"Be brave!" Aeron shouted, "We came from the sea, and we will return to the sea! Open your mouth and drink the blessings of the gods. Let the sea fill your lungs. The dead never die, but rise again!"

However, the flooded teenager is still struggling, which is the instinct of survival.

Asha stepped forward to help.

Finally, the boy stopped struggling, and no more bubbles came out of his mouth.

Aeron "Damphair" dragged the boy's body back to the beach with his niece Asha. Then, while praying, he straddled the boy, squeezed his chest hard, and bent down to give the kiss of life from time to time.

Kiss after kiss until the teenager started breathing again, coughing, throwing up.

"Another man born again! This is proof of the Drowned God's favor!" Aeron declared loudly.

He put the gray, blue and green three-color rough robe on the drowned boy, and handed over a driftwood stick, saying:

"From now on, you belong to the sea and the Drowned God, and he will protect you to cut through the waves and move forward fearlessly!"

There was still fear in the boy's eyes, but more fanaticism and piety. He held up his driftwood stick and shouted:

"The dead don't die!"

The ceremony ended here. Aeron "Damphair" sent the boy away, turned to look at his niece, and asked:

"Are you here to be drowned?"

Asha shook her head quickly: "I have already been drowned."

"There is never a limit to the number of times you can be drowned. Every death is an opportunity to return to the embrace of the Drowned God, and when you return from his watery palace, you will be stronger and more pious." Aeron's eyes shone with eagerness, " How about it? Do you want to do it again? I've never failed a drowning ceremony before."

True, other priests of the Drowned God would miss, but Aeron Damphair would not.

However, Asha was still unwilling to take risks, and every time she recalled the scene of her drowning, she would feel terrified of fear.

No matter how devout a follower of the Drowned God is, it is difficult to have the courage to do it again.

That's why "Three Drowned" Thaler became a legend.

Asha changed the subject: "I'm here to tell you that my father called everyone to the Gray Sea King Hall to gather."

Aeron frowned, as if he understood something.

Ten years ago, his elder brother Balon Greyjoy was crowned King of the Iron Islands in the Hall of the Gray King.

But unfortunately, the Iron Throne soon sent troops to attack, completely suppressing King Balon's ambition, killing his two sons, and the last son was taken away by the Stark family as a proton.

"Are you going to do it again?" Aeron's tone had doubts that could not be concealed.

"Don't worry, Uncle. The Iron Throne won't take care of us this time." Asha comforted with a smile, "There are already two kings in the Green Land, and they will fight first."

"But when they decide the outcome, they will come to suppress us. Just like Robert Baratheon back then."

"Perhaps by that time, we have already robbed enough money and food, and occupied enough castles. Let's go, uncle, if you have anything to say, just talk to my father. I have to inform other people, goodbye."

After speaking, she ran away quickly, for fear that her uncle would insist on drowning her again.

Aeron sighed somewhat disappointed, and boarded the longboat alone.

When he arrived at Old Wake Island, he saw countless long boats lined up on the beach, stretching to the limit of his sight.

Baron Greyjoy's battleship "Ghost of the Ocean" stands proudly among them, like a king.

Parked next to it is the flagship of the Iron Fleet Commander, the Invincible Ironborn.

Aeron saw his brother Victarion Greyjoy beside the battleship.

Victarion was the third youngest in this generation of Greyjoy. He was tall and mighty. At this moment, he was wearing a sea monster iron helmet, wearing heavy armor, and holding a huge axe, as if he was ready for battle at any time. Prepare.

"Brother." Aeron stepped forward to greet him, "The dead never die."

"It will rise again, and stronger." Victarion took off his helm, and knelt on the sand.

Aeron took out the water bag from his bosom, and poured salt water on Victarion's head.

After the two finished praying, they walked side by side to the shore.

The terrain gradually rises and becomes steeper.

On the mountain, forty-four huge stone ribs emerge from the ground, like huge white tree trunks.

Seeing them, the two brothers couldn't help their hearts beat faster.

These are the remains of the legendary Naga.

Naga is the first sea dragon in the world and the most terrifying creature born in the sea. It feeds on sea monsters and sea beasts, and even swallows the entire island when it is angry.

Until the Gray Sea King personally killed it, the Drowned God turned its bones into fossils, so that future generations of Ironmen would always remember the achievements of the Gray Sea King.

Naga's ribs became the beams and pillars of Gray King's hall, and his mouth became Gray King's throne.

Nine wide steps lead to the top of the stone mountain, and their elder brother, the contemporary patriarch of the Greyjoy family—"Baron the Brave" stands there, beside the Gray Sea King's throne, the Seastone Seat.

Aeron and Victarion stepped forward to salute their brother: "The dead never die."

"It will definitely rise again, and its momentum will be even stronger." Baron nodded in return.

"Brother, have you already made up your mind?" Aeron said with worry in his tone.

"It's time, brother! Let us take back what we lost!" Victarion was always a fanatical supporter of his brother.

"Yes. The time has come." Balon said with firm eyes, the Greyjoy family language, "Strong is better than hard work (WeDoNotSow). How can the ironborn farm and fight like sheep in the green land Yu, the blood of killing flows in our bodies, we are born looters, we will re-pursue the "ancient road" of glory, and bring fear and destruction to Westeros!"

Victarion was so stimulated by his brother's words that he screamed strangely.

Ellen asked calmly:

"Then where is the target of our looting? There are two kings in the green land now, we better not offend both of them."

"Northern Territory." Baron said, it seemed that there was a plan.

"North?" Aeron frowned again upon hearing this, "Brother, but Theon is still the proton of the Stark family."

Baron responded coldly: "Iron, if someone pinches your **** and forces you to kneel, what will you do?"

Iron understood: "I will let Gao Wan be crushed, and I will chop off his head with a knife!"

"That's right!" Baron said coldly, "Ed Stark thought he could make us his slaves with this threat, but I would rather lose all my sons than cut off his head!"

"Cut off the heads of the northerners!" Victarion yelled, holding his ax high.

Balong nodded slightly, and said to his younger brother: "It's time, let's call."

Aeron walked down the hill and began to beat on the driftwood.

More and more ironmen joined in, and the knocking sound became uniform and breathtaking.

Boom boom boom boom boom—

Victarion blows his horn from the top of the mountain.

Ohh Ohh ohh-

The ironborn left the longship, the beach, and the bonfire one after another, and gathered in the Gray Sea King's Hall.

Among them are captains, helmsmen, oarsmen, shipbuilders, warriors with axes and fishermen with nets, slave labor and salt concubines who are serving, and knights, singers, bachelors who have been assimilated by the green land... the crowd They came surging, like a colony of ants returning to their nest, as if hundreds of crows were coming following the smell of blood, and they were about to start a gluttonous feast on a corpse named Westeros.

densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

Aeron "Damphair" spread his hands, letting the blows and horns fall to rest.

Everyone stopped talking, the only sound in the world was the roar of the waves.

"We came from the sea, and we shall return to the sea!" Aeron's voice echoed among the remains of the naga. "The great Drowned God has called! And my brother has answered the call! He is Balon the brave, he is the **** Blessed Baron, he is the Baron who gave everything to restore the ancient road! Cheer, use your cheers to welcome the birth of the new King of the Iron Islands!"

"Baron! Balon! Balon!"

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, echoing the sound of the waves, resounding over the island.

Balon Greyjoy, wearing a cloak embroidered with a golden sea monster crest, came to the Seastone Seat and accepted his brother Aeron's crown of driftwood on his head.

"Ten years ago, we tried to restore the ancient road, but the Iron Throne killed our ambition and forced us to work like slaves!" Baron's voice suppressed the shouts from the mountain, "But our pursuit of the ancient road It will never stop! Today we rise again, and we will take back everything we lost with our own hands! The dead will never die, and they will rise again, and the force will be even stronger!"

"The dead don't die!"

"The dead don't die!"

"The dead don't die!"

…

The cheers of the Ironborn shook the hills of Naga like thunder.

The fanatical airflow swept up, as if the power of the God of Storms dispelled the dark clouds in the sky.

Balon Greyjoy finally sat on the Seastone Seat once again under the eyes of everyone looking forward to it.

At this moment, the sea seemed to feel the birth of a new king, and a raging tide arose from this, sweeping eastward.

They will bring the anger and brutality suppressed by the Iron Islands for ten years, sweep the green land, destroy the Seven Holy Temples, pull up the **** white trees, flood the strong castles, and bring death and destruction.

(end of this chapter)

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