Chapter 333 The Master of the Horn

A fleet of nearly a hundred long ships slowly sailed into Slaver Bay.

The golden kraken heraldic banner fluttering in the wind indicates that they are from the Iron Islands.

On the flagship "Invincible Ironborn", "Captain Iron" Victarion looked to the west, where the sea and the sky were ablaze.

There is the sea of smoke, the legendary relics created by the gods after they destroyed the Valyrian Empire.

A cursed place.

Only his brother, Euron the Crow's Eye, seems to have come out of the Sea of Smoke alive, bringing with him a horn that he claimed could control dragons.

Now, the horn is in his hands.

This is Euron's gift.

Although Victarion knew that Euron's gift must contain poison, he still accepted the gift.

Because he wanted to know if this horn could really control the dragon.

If he can control the dragon, if he can marry the most beautiful woman in the world...

Euron will howl in rage.

Thinking of this, Victarion couldn't help smiling.

The sun shines on the sparkling waves, and it will make your eyes uncomfortable after a long time.

Victarion narrowed his eyes, turned and returned to his cabin.

It was dark and cool here, and there was a dark-skinned woman with a good figure.

This was also Euron's gift, or compensation.

Victarion didn't want this woman in the first place, what Euron did in the past couldn't be made up for by simply giving him a woman.

But Euron said that if Victarion did not accept the gift, he would kill the woman.

Victarion relented.

The woman was very sensible. When she saw him coming in, she took out a soft wet cloth from the bucket and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

The woman was beautiful too, Victarion couldn't hold back, carried her to the bed, and **** her from behind.

After he was done, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

Poured another cup and said to the woman:

"Either?"

The woman nodded, but said nothing, Euron had cut her tongue out, and could not speak.

Victarion handed over the wine glass and said:

"It is estimated that we will arrive in Astapor in two or three days. I heard that the dragon girl is there and her three dragons."

The woman listened silently.

Victarion liked to confide in women, perhaps because he felt that she couldn't reveal the secret.

"I will marry that dragon girl, not only for revenge on my brother, but also for the glory of the Ironborn." Victarion said, "When the dragon and the sea monster combine, the whole world will tremble!"

The woman looked at him quietly, with a strange light shining in her eyes.

Victarion was unaware of this: "I will make her bear me many strong children. Yes, children who can ride dragons."

He thought excitedly, and suddenly felt the sensation again, so he pushed the woman down and **** her again.

After finishing, Victarion lifted his trousers and walked out of the cabin.

Brunettes are really nice, but obviously not as good as Daenerys Targaryen.

The sun is right ahead, no need to miss candles.

As soon as he reached the deck, Victarion received a report from the sailors that there was a merchant ship ahead.

So, the hunt begins.

Victarion sent a signal, and the warships of the Iron Fleet began to strangle like sharks smelling blood.

The captain of the merchant ship, sensing danger, turned and ran, perhaps trying to hide in some hidden bay, or to lead his pursuers into the sharp reefs of the island.

It's a pity that the merchant ships are loading too much and the speed is too slow.

The Invincible Ironborn blocked the merchant ship's way, and the Sparrowhawk and Finger Dance outflanked it from both sides.

Up to this point, the merchant ship still refused to surrender.

So Victarion ordered his flagship to crash into the other's port side, smashing more than a dozen oars.

Next, there is a brutal boarding battle.

And this is precisely the battle that the Ironborn are best at.

Soon, the few resistance forces on the merchant ship were wiped out.

The captain was hung on the bow by Victarion, waiting to be sunburned.

The trophies were jewels, gold, and a batch of slaves.

According to the captives, the ship belonged to a nobleman who fled from Astapor.

Victarion also learned from them that the target of his journeyDaenerys Targaryen was indeed in Astapor, and also occupied that city and freed all the slaves.

"If your goal is the Dragon Queen, then you are doomed to fail." A loud voice said.

Victarion noticed that there was a wizard among the captives.

This man is dark-skinned and bulky, with a tangled, bone-white beard and flame tattoos on his face.

And a broken arm.

"Who are you?" Victarion stepped forward and said coldly. The wizard clarified his purpose, which attracted his attention.

"I am the humblest servant of R'hllor, the Lord of LightMakiro." The one-armed wizard said.

Victarion stared at him fiercely:

"Why do you say I'm doomed?"

"Did you know that the Dragon Queen has now conquered Astapor? She has a terrifying army of Unsullied fighting for her, and an even more terrifying man by her side."

"who?"

"The BlasphemerCaesar."

"Samwell Caesar?"

"Yes."

Victarion clenched his fists: "So, there are four dragons beside the dragon girl?"

"Not anymore." Marqoro shook his head slowly, "Caesar took his dragon to the city of devils, and the dragon queen went to Yunkai."

"Yunkai?" Victarion secretly heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, he still didn't want to face Caesar. As for the Unsullied Legion, he wasn't too worried.

The people of Westeros have heard of the eunuchs' reputation, but have not fought them.

Victarion didn't think a group of castrated men would have much fighting power either.

"Okay, then I'll go to Yunkai to find the Dragongirl. If you lie, R'hllor won't save you."

Maqoro didn't care about Victarion's threats, and pressed his remaining hand on his chest, saying:

"The true God heralded your coming in the flames. Victarion Greyjoy, I saw you pass through the sea of fire, blood dripping from the great ax in your hand, but black tentacles wrapped around your wrists, neck and Ankles, you dance with them without realizing it."

"Dancing?" Victarion was furious. "You think I'm someone else's puppet?"

"This is a sign from the true god, and I'm just interpreting it for you." Marquiro said.

"Your **** is lying." Victarion said disdainfully.

Maqiro said: "The true **** also told me that your fleet will continue to move forward and you will be able to capture two multi-legged fast boats."

Victarion was skeptical, but soon, he had to believe.

Because they did come across two smooth, narrow, swift oarboats.

After some pursuit, the Iron Fleet captured the two ships.

From the mouth of the captives on the ship, Victarion confirmed the news provided by Marqoro that Daenerys Targaryen had indeed left Astapor and marched towards Yunkai.

"What else did your **** say?" Victarion found Marqoro, and he began to pay attention to the one-armed wizard's words.

"God said, your death is in the cabin." Marquillo said.

"My **** of death?" Victarion looked back to his cabin, narrowing his eyes.

Think about the meaning of this sentence.

Is someone going to betray themselves?

No, he is the "Iron Captain" loved by all the Ironmen, and the commander of the Iron Fleet. How could he be betrayed by his own people?

But the next moment, he immediately thought of a name

Euron the Crow's Eye!

Only he would betray himself.

Victarion thought of the great horn, Euron's poisoned gift.

He took it out of the cabin, showed it to Marqiro, and asked:

"Do you know what this is?"

"Dragon Binder." Maqiro said immediately, "Have you heard its voice?"

"I've heard it once." Victarion recalled the sight of one of Euron's men blowing the **** horn at the Kingsmoot, and couldn't help shivering, "Its sound seems to ignite people's bones and flesh."

"What happened to the trumpet blower?"

"It should be dead."

"That's right." Maqiro nodded, "Unless you have the [Unburnt] talent, the price of blowing this horn is life."

I see. Victarion was relieved that Euron's gift had indeed been poisoned.

"Euron says this horn can hold dragons, but if the price is death, what is it worth?"

"You don't have to blow the horn yourself." Maqiro explained, "It doesn't matter who blows the horn. The dragon obeys the master of the horn."

Victarion immediately came to his senses: "The owner of this horn is Euron, right? In other words, no matter who blows it, the dragon will obey Euron's orders?"

"Yes."

Victarion asked eagerly: "Can you make me the master of the horn?"

"Yes." Markiro pointed to the Valyrian rune on the horn, "Look here, blood for fire, fire for blood. Of course you can become the owner of the horn. You only need to pay the price in blood."

(end of this chapter)