Horns blared urgently from the longships.
The Ironborn who were plundering Greyshield Island stopped their actions and looked towards the source of the horns.
"Look over there!"
Someone spotted the real danger.
"By the Drowned God, how can there be so many ships?! Am I dreaming?" An Ironborn's face was full of disbelief, shaking his head constantly, as if trying to wake up from an unreal dream.
"Golden banners?" Under the golden light of the setting sun, countless masts were adorned with dazzling golden banners, though it was unclear if that was their original color.
"The Redwyne Fleet!?"
Without warning, and completely illogical in terms of timing, but it seemed to be the only possibility.
Hundreds of ships.
What other power on the entire West Coast of the continent could possess such strength?
"No! It's the Baratheons!"
An Ironborn immediately retorted. He trusted his eyes, though blurred, the banners had black and red, the stag and the golden lion.
"King Joffrey!? The Fleet from King's Landing!? How is that possible?"
People simply didn't believe it.
"Don't forget, this is the Shield Islands!"
The Royal Fleet would have to cross the entire Westeros Continent to reach the Shield Islands.
Some Ironborn were already quickly packing up their spoils of war. "Who cares where they're from! While there's still time, hurry back to the ships! Run!"
"Idiot! Don't forget the Kraken!" A confident and brave warrior scornfully glanced at his cowardly companions.
"You're the idiot!" Someone immediately retorted angrily.
"With so many big ships, can one Kraken sink them all? Even if it has enough strength and isn't killed, it'll take a lot of time. By then, hehe, you and I will have been wiped out completely!"
Hearing this, many Ironborn couldn't help but their eyes flicker, their expressions moved, and they all felt the urge to retreat.
"Get on the ships first!"
An Ironborn quickly rushed towards the beach where the longships were moored.
"Yes, yes, didn't King Euron's horns tell us to get on the ships! This is a military order!" A group of Ironborn reluctantly abandoned their heaviest loot and rushed towards their own longships.
Others quickly followed.
Under the combined effect of the horns and the enemy fleet, hundreds of Ironborn began to retreat one after another, and a sense of panic quickly spread, making the scene even more chaotic and disorderly.
The slightly calmed town became noisy again.
"What the hell is going on!" In a stone house, the raider Baron Sandley, still wearing his gilded Lannister breastplate, impatiently pulled up his trousers.
The young girl beneath him quickly picked up her torn clothes, moving back with relief and fear.
Baron Sandley sneered, "Acting pure! I'm definitely not the first one to be on you! What, you think I'm not good-looking enough, not as good as those smooth-talking little white faces?"
The girl shivered, hugging her knees, not daring to respond.
Bang!
The wooden door of the stone house was kicked open by an Ironborn. "Boss Balon, didn't you hear the horns! A lot of big ships are coming from the west, we have to retreat! Hurry!"
Baron Sandley looked at the girl on the ground and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"Consider yourself unlucky, no fortune to taste the flavor of this old man's cock. To tell you the truth, none of the women I've slept with have complained, many even offered to pay!"
The Ironborn at the door lightly curled his lip.
The girl huddled her head in confusion and unease, unsure if she had survived this ordeal.
"Let's go!"
Baron Sandley put on his clothes and armor, and picked up a pair of fine steel axes.
The girl pricked up her ears, hope flickering in her eyes.
Click~
The girl's head suddenly sank, blood flowed down the crack in the center of her forehead, sliding over her increasingly vacant, lifeless eyes, taking away the last trace of light.
"As expected of Boss Balon! What skill!" The Ironborn at the door praised the captain's axe technique.
"Hmph!" Baron Sandley pulled his great axe from the dead woman's forehead. "No one can take my things! Even if I can't take them, I'll destroy them rather than leave them for those effeminate little white faces!"
The Ironborn at the door was already used to it. "We should really go, those ships will probably arrive in two or three quarters of an hour."
"I heard you!"
Baron Sandley was still resentful, looked at the dead person, and suddenly kicked her over, watching her contort into an ugly shape, only then finally feeling a little satisfied.
Horns blared, and the raider walked out of the stone house...
The Ironborn boarded the longships and gathered near the port of Greyshield Island, forming a defensive formation centered around the "Silence".
King Euron apparently had no intention of escaping using the longships' high speed.
Are they setting a trap, planning to win with the Kraken?
The Ironborn whispered amongst themselves. Although many were unwilling to serve as fragile bait, were they to actively resist King Euron and the Kraken?
The Longships had no choice but to act according to Crow's Eye's orders.
However.
The great golden fleet only approached for another quarter of an hour, then stopped a league away on the sea and dispersed outwards, not coming any closer.
What's going on?
In the hearts of the Ironborn, there was both surprise at the unexpected and an unavoidable unease about the unknown.
At this distance, the lookouts could already see the enemy's banners – it was indeed King Joffrey's Stag and Golden Lion Banner!
The two sides should be enemies.
Since leaving King's Landing Port with Crow's Eye, the Ironborn had roughly known what had happened at Pyke.
King Joffrey's emissary party was ill-intentioned, plotting to murder King Balon, and then wantonly manipulating the inheritance ritual, attempting to turn House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands into puppets.
Crow's Eye knew of the plot, so he returned, wanting to prevent this disaster, but ultimately failed at the last moment.
King Joffrey had taken control of Pyke, slaughtered hundreds of captains with names and reputations, and was now coming to King's Landing Port to seize all the Longships of the Iron Islands!
The Ironborn certainly didn't believe it all.
But all in all, King Joffrey coveted the Iron Islands, Pyke had undergone a great change, and the captains were likely dead – these things should be true.
That was enough.
Joffrey dreams of becoming the Master of the Iron Islands?
Never!
Any raider who upholds the Old Way, is brave and free, would never tolerate kneeling to such a person!
So they chose to seize the Longships and follow the renowned Captain of the "Silence", a true Ironborn raider – "Crow's Eye" Euron Greyjoy.
Later, there was an even greater surprise.
A real Kraken! A hundred-zhang Kraken that could smash warships with a single Tentacle!
The Drowned God protects!
The Iron Islands were only one step away from Supreme Glory!
But now...
An eerie silence spread and lingered over the sea, leaving the Ironborn looking around in confusion, at a loss.
What should we do? Should we move?
The Ironborn looked towards the "Silence", towards King Euron.
Crow's Eye waited quietly. Before making a decision, he had to know what power Joffrey's Fleet possessed, and whether it could truly make the Kraken retreat all the way.
The defense line of the great Fleet gradually extended, like a Chain, blocking the entire sea surface.
Surround? The Ironborn all understood. But what was the use of that? If they stayed so far away, couldn't the Longships just not go over?
Just then, the great Fleet finally made a move.
*Bang!*
Dozens of Warships emitted Fire, shouting out surging White Mist.
*Snap~*
*Splash~*
Violent, towering Water Columns appeared one after another around the Longships, water splashing everywhere, waves surging, almost submerging the low Longships.
But the Ironborn were looking at a section of the sea covered in wooden planks. Where was Baron Sandley's Longship?!
*Bang!*
The Water Columns were closer!
*Bang! Bang! Bang...* More and more Ironborn saw them.
White Mist, Fire, and Steel
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