The chaos continued all night.

At first, this chaos was just the killing and loot of the Iron People.

But in the middle of the night, an honest hound that had been kept in a cage suddenly burst out and ran wildly as if it were barking all over the castle, which made the situation even more crazy.

However, the overall picture will not change because of this.

So when the sun rose the next day over the far end of the ocean, the castle known as Longwhip Fort had completely changed owners.

The flag of the nettle whip on a white background, which marked the family of the original owner, was torn down at will and left to be trampled on. The city's armory was now empty, and the villagers, who had previously been miners, were now wearing armor and weapons that only soldiers and even noble lords could use, making them look like they were.

But the survivors of the castle will never forget what kind of people they were.

During the next day's cleanup, dozens of corpses were removed from all over the castle and thrown into the moat outside the city walls, where they disappeared from sight with a popping sound, as if they had never existed.

The family members of the Taunny family, the castle's original owners, were now imprisoned in a tall tower, led by the cook Ryan - of course, he should be called Captain Ryan by now.

Another veteran who followed, the old drunkard Pais, also became one of the captains of the Fortress Wall, and he was a bit more mixed up than Ryan, and in a short time he was already in harmony with his new companions.

Lan Li has been waiting for the drowning man to assign him a ship and men to return to Old Wake Island for help.

During this time, he had met the young woman he had helped in the castle, but the other person was just clinging to his child, and he hated the heavily armed young soldier.

He also saw the younger mother who had been spared during the hunt at the entrance of the village, but unfortunately he had seen it from the tip of a spear on the wall, and she was no longer whole, and was miserable until she was reduced to a head.

"She's a traitor and wants to tell the news, so Golder slaughtered her. Her cub was lucky and didn't remember anything, otherwise she would have killed them together. The old drunkard explained as he stopped to observe.

"She's stupid." Lan Li nodded in agreement, then turned to leave.

Looking at his back, the old drunkard raised his hand and touched the stubble on his chin, his eyes full of suspicion.

After the battle, there were rumors in the castle that Hal had killed one of his own men and pushed down the well of the victim's relatives who had come to him to theorize.

So someone went to the Drowning Pastor to complain, but the matter was secretly suppressed by the pastor.

……

The wait was not long, and that afternoon, the Drowned Priest arranged a small clipper and a companion of six sailors.

Food supplies have already been prepared, and there is nothing to hesitate about. Lan Li immediately headed to the coastline not far from the castle.

"Don't be afraid of the wrath of the god of storms, the god of drowning will bless you." The drowned man who came to deliver it himself said: "You have to rush back as soon as possible, we can't stay here for long." ”

"I promise to do it as fast as possible."

Lan Li nodded solemnly.

Time is the ninth day of its arrival here.

Of those three things, he had already done two.

The goal of reaching Oak Island was the first to be accomplished, and thanks to a former miner who had inexplicably swooped out to attack him last night, the mission to kill the seven Iron Folk was also over.

At this time, if someone looks at his left hand, then they will find that at the originally empty middle finger, he is wearing a rusty bronze ring, the ring is gloomy and black, and there is a faint protrusion of ghost eyes-

[The Gaze of the Dead: This is a ring condensed from the thoughts of the deceased before death, using it, you can evoke the deepest fear in the heart of the target (6/7)]

Originally, this ring could be used seven times, but when Lan Li first obtained it, he used it once in the experimental usage. It was necessary, and he didn't feel sorry for it, but he had a new idea because of it.

……

Today the sea breeze was good, and as the sails swelled, the boat began to sail in the direction of the west of Oak Island. The boy stood at the bow of the boat, watching the shore and the drowning of the tall figure grow smaller and smaller, until at last he could not see at all, and then he withdrew his gaze.

The ship was small, and there was only one floor, and everyone could see it at a glance.

The six sailors on the ship were talking about something with great interest, but in the face of the young man's gaze, they timidly lowered their voices.

The Iron Islands practiced slave labor, and the captives taken by the Iron Breeds from outside constituted the slave class of the Iron Islands, and slave laborers, although different from slaves who could be bought and sold, were inferior and had no freedom.

These are the slave working class.

However, the sea was vast and uniform, and as the voyage continued, they gradually became familiar with Lan Li.

"Can King Rhodes really attract schools of fish and sea monsters?" A young slave worker with short chestnut hair asked curiously.

"I heard so." Leaning on the bow of the boat, stroking the bronze ring on the little finger of his left hand, Lan Li replied absentmindedly, "I'm going to go and find out." ”

"If I dedicate myself to the great drowning god, can I really be free?" An old slave oarsman asked, hopefully.

"As long as you survive the drowning ritual, you can be cleared of slavery and even become a drowning priest." The brown-haired boy said, "Your children will become free men from now on." ”

Lan Li was not a native of the Iron People, but he gradually learned many of their customs during his shipwrecked wanderings, and he even learned that Lucas was once a slave laborer.

"How many salt concubines did you rob in the Whip Castle?" Another teenage oarsman asked curiously, "Is there a long-legged Janie?" She's beautiful, I hope you robbed him. Shanna is also very good-looking...... Maybe you snatched her too? ”

The Iron Islands have unique customs, unlike Westeros, they do not practice monogamy, they can plunder women outside and then forcibly marry them as concubines.

This is the so-called rock wife, salt concubine.

In the archipelago, each iron species can take back a few or even a dozen salt concubines outside, but only one wife is allowed, and the identity of the wife must be a native of the islands.

"No, not one." Lan Li shrugged, "Because I'm not sure, according to the rules, can I rob the iron seed and be my own salt concubine." ”

This is just an excuse for Lan Li, but the oarsmen are also full of arguments about it.

"It doesn't seem to be in order."

"The rules also say that the iron breeders can't beat their own people, and no one will pay attention to them now."

"Those who are not their own, Master Lucas says they are a bunch of traitors......"

……

The red-haired, curious Dale, the taciturn Rob, the yellow-toothed, skinny old Lum, and the blind Wells......

The sailors on the boat looked like nice men, just like cooks, drunkards, and drowned people in the past.

They were also paddling hard, and under the watchful eye of the bald overseer Enge, they rarely saw laziness.

When she was with them, Lan Li couldn't help but think of the young man from the same village who was with her when she first set sail, the pebble that she had unfortunately lost in the sea, and the tone of her voice when she talked about the king and the drowning god.

What would he have been like if he had made it to Oak Island alive?

Lan Li is curious, but there will never be an answer to this question.

The return journey did not encounter any big wind and waves, and the wind direction was basically smooth, and it took the group eight days to come, but the return voyage did not take so long, or much faster.

As the sun rises and sets, the boat sometimes raises its sails and sometimes sounds the sound of oars.

Two days later, a hazy coastline swayed and the trip came to an end.

……

The beaches of Old Wake Island are still densely packed, with leather-clad figures shuttling back and forth, and many fishermen in the shallows with their trouser legs rolled up to their knees, but the first to spot the boats are scout boats adrift at sea.

The boat was stopped by a scout ship, and after Lan Li explained the situation, he said goodbye to the slave workers and was taken to the brig.

"Your Majesty is presiding over the ceremony."

The bearded captain of the scout ship explained, enviously saying, "The boys who went to the flooding today are lucky, and I bet they will all be the ones who will be the ones in the thick of the day." ”

"There must be a lot of onlookers, right?" Lan Li asked.

"Of course, His Majesty rarely does it himself."

Lan Li sighed, and looked at the sandy shoreline that slowly retreated as the ship moved forward.

It seemed to be about the same as when he left, and as far as the eye could see, the endless coarse cloth tents were densely packed, the smoke of the rising bonfires dissipated by the wind, the shouting and hawking of military vendors, the running and playing children, and the long queue of bones growing in the distance.

Everything seems to be full of life, full of harmony and tranquility.

He finally met his "own" king in the shallows at the foot of the hill.

It was a shirtless young man with tough features, standing waist-high and performing a flooding ceremony for a blonde boy with his own hands.

Sadly, despite the high-pitched and powerful prayers and the sacredness of his kisses, the convulsive flooded man did not eventually wake up, but instead turned into a cold corpse.

"Father needs him more than we do." Without seeing any discoloration, the Drowned King stood up and declared, "He will be a good sailor in his father's palace of flowing water!" ”

The crowd of people who were watching the flooding cheered loudly when they heard this, and the sound was earth-shattering. It was as if I had seen something happy.

"It is the supreme glory to be sent by the holy son of the drowning god to the flowing water palace of the great god by his own hands!" The bearded captain also sighed on the sidelines.

Hearing this, Lan Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the young king who had started the ceremony again, and secretly determined his train of thought.

So when the Priest King had drowned the fourth man and finally had time to meet him, the messenger returning from Oak Island, Lan Li stepped forward and declared loudly.

"Your Majesty, I have brought with you a letter from Lord Lucas, as well as another very important piece of news!"

"News about Aegon Targaryen!"