Lord Arthur, just in time, a dragon has arrived!
Quickly blow that ornate and exquisite Dragon Horn, covered in strange runes, and enslave this dragon to conquer the world for us Ironborn!
Exactly, exactly, quickly blow that Dragon Horn!
If you can really control a dragon, then there's no need for a Kingsmoot; just ask the priest to give you the drowned men's baptism and crown you king!
Arthur Goodbrother!
Arthur, Arthur!
The surrounding Iron Captains didn't know if they were deliberately provoking him or genuinely cheering Arthur on.
After speaking one after another, they began to constantly shout his name.
Arthur certainly had ambition, but that didn't mean he was an idiot.
Such obvious provocation wouldn't fool him.
However, Arthur considered himself a favored one, bathed in divine favor and possessing great luck, and this was also a good opportunity to test the power of the Dragon Horn.
Someone, bring up the horn blower I specifically found!
Yes, Lord Arthur!
Arthur's guards received the order and immediately melted into the surrounding crowd, then brought a middle-aged woman with long silver-grey hair to Arthur's side.
Hair color is a very common standard for identifying Westerosi bloodlines.
Of course, dyeing hair with special items is not included.
Looking at this middle-aged woman, one could tell she was a Targaryen bastard.
Before the Blood Dragon Dance, Targaryen bastards were not uncommon in King's Landing.
Many female bastards even became the star attractions of some brothels on Silk Street as a gimmick.
But after the Green Party conscripted dragonseeds to tame dragons, more than half of the Targaryen bastards died in the Dracarys of the dragons.
So Arthur really went to great lengths to find this Targaryen bastard.
As for why a Targaryen bastard had to blow the horn, he didn't know either; he was just acting according to the divine oracle.
And while Arthur and the others were delayed for this short time, the ink-black dragon that was previously only seen from afar had already become larger and larger in their view.
These hundreds of Iron Captains had only heard of it before, and now it was the first time they had seen the legendary dragon.
But this first sight almost scared them out of their wits, nearly making them wet their pants.
The ink-black dragon's one or two hundred meter wingspan directly obscured the sunlight in the sky.
The Grey Sea King Hall directly changed from daytime to dusk, and the airflow generated by such a large dragon flapping its dragon wings was equivalent to a hurricane of over level ten in the previous life for humans.
At this moment, the entire Grey Sea King Hall suddenly went from noisy to completely silent.
Most people now completely disfavored Arthur and were ready to run away.
Are you kidding? Such a huge creature would be controlled by such a horn?
What are you standing there for? Blow that horn quickly!
Arthur also felt the pressure of the ink-black dragon in the sky; even with divine favor protecting him, he was still a bit flustered.
Seeing that the middle-aged woman was slow to act, he roared and continued to threaten,
Think of your family; if you don't blow the horn, I will chop them all into minced meat and throw them into the sea to feed the fish!
These words indeed touched the middle-aged woman; thinking of her family, she immediately showed a determined expression.
She held the tail of the Dragon Horn with both hands, then took a deep breath and blew it.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
A sound distinctly different from ordinary horn calls echoed throughout the entire Naga Hill.
Everyone in the Grey Sea King Hall was like a paused button had been pressed, stopping what they were doing and freezing in place.
If one had to describe this unusual horn call, it was like thousands of souls roaring in everyone's ears.
Everyone who heard it felt the internal fire of anger, lust, evil fire, and other invisible fires surging violently, then burning their bones and flesh from the inside out.
Some Iron Captains with weaker wills even saw illusions of themselves being in volcanic lava, and were so scared they fainted on the spot.
This huge horn call did not last long, because the middle-aged woman standing on Naga Hill and blowing it could no longer bear it.
A thin wisp of smoke rose from the very front of the Dragon Horn, scattering in the air.
And the middle-aged woman with silver-grey hair was constantly spitting blood from the corners of her mouth, and the area around her mouth was covered with dense blisters, as if it had been scalded by the Dragon Horn.
At the same time, blood was slowly flowing from the seven orifices on her face, looking extremely strange and terrifying.
When the middle-aged woman's mouth left the Dragon Horn, streams of blood continuously gushed from her seven orifices.
Then they flowed into the Dragon Horn.
Bang!
Suffering from burning damage and continuous blood loss, the middle-aged woman swayed for a few seconds, and finally couldn't hold on and fell heavily to the ground.
However, the Dragon Horn's process of extracting blood did not stop until it had completely turned the middle-aged woman into a dried corpse.
But this middle-aged woman's sacrifice was not without effect; the strange runes on the surface of the Dragon Horn, which had absorbed enough blood, glowed with a fiery red light.
These runes were actually written in valyrian; if Jacaerys were here, he would be able to see what the words glowing with fiery red light said.
'I am Bind the Dragon. No mortal shall sound me and live. Blood for fire, fire for blood!'
Arthur was not wrong; this so-called Dragon Horn was named 'Bind the Dragon' and was indeed a special magical artifact used by the Ancient Valyria Dragon Kings to control dragons.
And once an ordinary person who had not entered the extraordinary realm blew it, there was basically no way to survive.
As for the last sentence, it seemed that a bloodline of Blood and Fire was needed for it to exert its special effect.
So everything Arthur said before was not his baseless conjecture, but rather that there was truly a deity guiding him.
Sizzle sizzle!
After the valyrian runes on the surface of the Bind the Dragon Horn reached their fiery red extreme, they suddenly emitted a dazzling white light that was difficult to look at directly.
At the same time, the ink-black dragon that had already flown above the Grey Sea King Hall stiffened.
Then, as if suddenly losing control, it flapped its huge dragon wings and flew around aimlessly near Naga Hill.
It also turned its huge dragon head and sprayed black Dracarys in all directions.
Ah!!!
Some black Dracarys splashed onto the Grey Sea King Hall, directly causing the Iron Captains hiding inside to let out continuous wails.
There was no way around it; this black Dracarys was like Wildfire.
Even if you only got a tiny bit on you, it would burn fiercely, constantly devouring your flesh and blood as fuel, like a maggot attached to bone.
The Iron Captains, who had been holding a Kingsmoot in a harmonious atmosphere before, cried out in alarm and surged towards the exit of the Grey Sea King Hall.
As a result, because too many people wanted to leave this dangerous place first, they ended up completely crowding the exit, and not a single one escaped.
If the dragon in the sky were to spray a stream of Dracarys towards the Grey Sea King Hall at this time, then these Iron Captains of the Iron Islands would be completely wiped out.
But the ink-black dragon at this moment, besides spraying Dracarys everywhere, had no other extra movements.
Jacaerys sat on the dragon saddle with a solemn expression, trying his best to control the somewhat out-of-control Womax.
With a mental link, he could see very intuitively from a mental level what was affecting Womax.
They were white circular halos, constantly crashing against the mental link between Jacaerys and Womax.
If the mental link between Jacaerys and Womax were truly shattered by these white circular halos.
The result after that goes without saying; the white circular halos would definitely form a new mental link with Womax.
To use gaming terms from his previous life, an unknown enemy was charming his pet.
This mental conflict made Womax difficult to adapt, which is why he was showing this slightly out-of-control behavior now.
It must be said that the Ancient Valyria Dragon Kings had studied the issue of how to tame and control dragons very thoroughly.
If Jacaerys and Womax did not have the mental link provided by the stat panel, they might truly have been deprived of control by that white circular halo.
It seems that the strange horn sound heard before was the culprit!
No, this thing must be seized!
Jacaerys, who was flipping around with Womax, thought for a moment and knew what he should prioritize doing soon.
Killing had already begun at the entrance of the Grey Sea King Hall below due to the blockage.
After all, only dead people wouldn't fight him for the exit.
The chaotic scene in the Grey Sea King Hall continued to spread in all directions.
I am King Dalton Greyjoy, stop it all, stop killing each other!
Our enemy should be that dragon in the sky!
Dalton couldn't afford to hide anymore; he directly revealed his identity, trying to quell this inexplicable chaos.
But he overestimated himself, or rather, underestimated the human will to survive.
The chaos at the exit of the Grey Sea King Hall continued, and Dalton also attracted Arthur's attention.
Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought a dead person could run back from the North?
Dalton Greyjoy, you who lost most of the Iron Fleet, what face do you have to call yourself King of the Iron Islands?
Arthur temporarily didn't look at the dragon flying around in the sky, although the Dragon Horn didn't directly control it.
But it was evident that the Drowned God hadn't lied to him; this Dragon Horn indeed had a special effect on dragons.
Get lost, Arthur Goodbrother!
I don't have time to talk to you, you bastard who wants to usurp the throne.
Looking at Arthur, who was gradually surrounding him with his guards and returning soldiers,
Dalton directly drew the Valyrian steel longsword nightfall from his waist, stared fiercely at Arthur with a savage expression, and replied viciously.
Brothers, I, Arthur Goodbrother, have proven myself through the Dragon Horn.
Look, that terrifyingly large dragon in the sky is about to be enslaved by me to conquer the world for us Ironborn.
Dalton Greyjoy and Rodon Greyjoy have violated the sacred Kingsmoot rules and are even trying to claim the throne and rebel.
Now I issue my first royal decree: all Ironborn, kill them!!!
Arthur was extremely excited now; the Dragon Horn had been successfully verified, and Dalton Greyjoy had inexplicably come to deliver himself.
Now he only needed to get rid of this troublesome fellow, and then, with the divine favor of the Drowned God, he would definitely ascend the Sea Stone Chair and rule the Iron Islands for a long time.
And a part of the surrounding Iron Captains originally supported Arthur; now, seeing the dragon flying around in the sky, they became even more certain that the person they supported was the right choice.
So this group naturally formed a new power bloc led by Arthur.
Protect King Dalton!
Clang clang clang!
With Rodon's angry roar, the Greyjoy soldiers immediately drew their weapons and surrounded Dalton in the very center.
And the Iron Captains loyal to him, whom Dalton had previously sent guards to contact, also gathered.
They formed a royalist faction led by Dalton, vowing to protect his kingship with their lives.
Clang clang clang!
Rip, rip!
These two groups of Ironborn, like powder kegs, finally exploded after some friction and collision!
One after another, brave Ironborn, like boarding ships at sea, directly killed their way into the enemy's formation by leaping!
When your own people kill your own people, it's the most ruthless!
Blood continuously spread across the floor of the Grey Sea King Hall, completely resembling a river of blood.
And besides the shouts of killing in the hall, it was full of mournful screams, wails, and pleas for mercy.
Clang!
Arthur, who had personally launched a sneak attack at some point, took advantage of Dalton being distracted while observing the battle,
Directly held a sharp longsword with both hands and descended from the sky, cutting straight towards Dalton.
Facing the longsword that Arthur was hacking down with all his might, even with a whistling sound cutting through the air, Dalton directly blocked it with nightfall.
If he couldn't even withstand this level of frontal attack, then Dalton would have already died in the various battles before.
Clang! Crash!
The longsword in Arthur's hand was blocked by nightfall in Dalton's hand and directly slashed into the ground from the side.
The force of this sword strike was quite good, directly penetrating deep into the soil of the ground.
Arthur was also an experienced warrior; he immediately backhanded and swung the longsword upwards fiercely.
The soil lifted by the longsword went straight towards Dalton; Arthur took advantage of Dalton having to defend himself and immediately closed in, launching a storm of attacks.
Clang!
Dalton used the advantage of the Valyrian steel longsword nightfall in his hand to continuously clash with Arthur's longsword.
And Arthur knew that the opponent had a Valyrian steel weapon, so he didn't intend to give the opponent a chance to cut off his longsword.
He dodged Dalton's longsword attack once again, then suddenly bent down and launched a sneak attack towards Dalton at the fastest speed.
Clang!
Dalton was no pushover; even in such a hurried situation, he still firmly defended his entire body.
With a crisp sound of longswords clashing, the two faced each other directly.
Roar!!!
Just as they were about to speak, a huge dragon roar came from the sky.
While they were fighting, the dragon that had been flying around aimlessly had regained its previous pressure.
This time, Womax's target was clear; it stretched out its huge dragon claw straight towards the crowd gathered near the Bind the Dragon Horn!
(End of this chapter)