Woowoo woo –

The sound of the horn tore through the sky, and the sharp sound was like a sharp blade, scraping the ear drums and flesh.

On the sea of Slave Bay, on the bow of the Invincible Iron, a dark-skinned slave blows the trumpet.

The horn was taller than a man, and it was covered with stripes of red gold and black iron, on which the ancient Valyrian inscriptions carved on the stripes shimmered red with the sound of the trumpets.

The sailors on the ship had long since ducked far away, covering their ears desperately, but they could not stop the terrible sound, which was so pervasive that it seemed to set everyone's flesh on fire.

"Iron Captain" Victor Greyjoy stood three paces behind the trumpet-blowing slave, the flesh of his face twitching.

Obviously, the sound of the horn made him unbearable, even though he had already become the master of the horn with the help of the red-robed monk Machiro.

What about dragons? Viktarion looked back at the red-robed monk behind him, and questioned with his gaze.

Marchiro pressed his remaining hand against his chest, signaling Victalion to be patient.

The sound of the horn continued, filling the sky over Slave Bay.

But the trumpeter looks like he's dying.

His cheeks swelled into a large blood-red ball, as if he was about to burst, his whole body was trembling and red, and a steaming mist appeared on his head, and the whole person seemed to be about to be roasted.

The Valyrian inscription on the horn burns violently, with white flames erupting from each line.

Victor grinded his teeth, only to feel that his patience was running out.

But at this moment, Macchiro suddenly patted him on the shoulder and pointed in the direction of Meereen City.

Victor looked up and saw a golden shadow flying out of the city in the scorching sun, coming towards him.

Dragon!

He let out a silent cry, his eyes flashing with longing and greed.

But then he frowned. Why is there only one?

Didn't you say that the Dragon Queen had three dragons?

As he thought about it, the golden dragon had flown closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, it was clearly visible.

Victor grinned involuntarily.

But in the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Because, when the dragon passed over the Invincible Iron, it did not stop at all, and continued to fly westward without stopping.

What's going on?

Seeing the golden dragon flying farther and farther away, Viktarion jerked his head to look at Macchiro and asked.

Macchiro also seems a little confused by this.

At this moment, the sound of trumpets that filled the universe came to an abrupt end.

The slave who blew the trumpet reached his limit, and boiling blood gushed out of his mouth, accompanied by a thin puff of green smoke, and rose high into the air.

He shook and fell headlong on the deck with a thud.

"What's going on!" Victor Helion could not care about the slave who was in charge of the trumpet, and he glared at the blood-red eyes at this time, and roared at Machiro, "Didn't you say that I am already the master of the trumpet, and as long as the trumpet is blown, the dragon will obey my commands, but now, what about the dragon?" ”

Macchiro stared at the dead trumpet slave on the deck for a moment, shook his head:

"There may have been some surprises......"

Victor roared angrily, grabbed the collar of the red-robed monk, and sprayed spit on the other party's face:

"Tell me clearly, what kind of accident it was?"

In the face of the furious Iron Captain, Machiro still did not have the slightest fear, he pointed to the horn that fell on the deck, and said:

"I need to take a look at the Dragon's Horn."

"Yes." "But if you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll burn you!" Let you go and reunite with your bullshit Lord of Light! ”

Undelivious to the other party's threat, Macchiro slowly walked to the bow of the ship and picked up the huge horn.

He first carefully examined the Valyrian inscription on it, and his brow furrowed, as if he had encountered some incomprehensible problem.

"Your Excellency, come and see." Macchiro beckoned.

Victalion fought back his anger and took a few steps forward.

I saw the red-robed monk pointing to the inscription on the horn and reciting a few words.

"I don't know Valyrian!" Victarion said angrily, "Just tell me what you mean!" ”

"Meaning......" Macchiro said in a deep tone, "the Grim Reaper is in the cabin." ”

"Death? In the cabin? What do you mean? Victor suddenly felt that this sentence was familiar, "Have you said something similar before......

Before he could finish speaking, Viktarion saw a ghostly figure rapidly approaching behind him from the pattern reflected on the smooth surface of the horn.

His pupils contracted suddenly, and he immediately turned around, and saw the dark-skinned woman, the salt concubine given to him by the "crow-eyed" Eulen, walking briskly towards him, her hands flashing with a cold cold light.

Victor roared, and was about to reach for the short knife at his waist, but suddenly felt a sharp burning pain in the back of his heart, like a burning heart.

The knife was not drawn, but the woman's dagger was already approaching, piercing him in the chest.

Victor screamed.

Death in the cabin...... He suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

Moreover, he also remembered another sentence -

There must have been poison in Euron's gift.

Victarion thought that the poison was the dragon's horn, but he didn't expect that the real poison turned out to be this woman.

The dark-skinned woman suddenly smiled at Victalion.

This smile is so familiar-

Evil, arrogant, with demagogic powers.

"Crow's Eye" Eulen always laughs like this......

At this moment, Victor suddenly figured everything out.

It turned out that this was all Euron's plan.

His vicious and treacherous brother had already set a trap for him.

Dragon's Horn, the red-robed monk Machiro, and dark-skinned women...... It's all a poisonous gift from Euron!

He shouldn't have accepted these gifts, he shouldn't have come to Slave Bay.

The owner of the Dragon's Horn has always been Eulon, not him.

He fell for it hook line and sinker.

Victor's men finally reacted, and they rushed towards them with a roar.

But the dark-skinned woman hugged Victalion like a lover, and then led him out of the deck and into the sea.

Poof!

The sea water flooded the mouth and nose, and the salt invaded the wound, causing a burning pain.

Victor felt the suffocating fear he had experienced when he was drowning and still trembles at it.

Drowning will make me reborn!

Just like last time.

He comforted himself.

The deceased does not die, but it will rise again, and its momentum will be even stronger!

Victor Leone hugged the dark-skinned woman tightly, but seeing that the other party did not have any intention of breaking free, there was still that smile in his eyes, the smile of Euron.

The gods will not spare the murderer!

Victor roared silently.

The dark-skinned woman seemed to understand the words, and there was mockery in her eyes.

The two continued to sink, away from the world of light, towards eternal darkness.

Victor's consciousness gradually drifted into a trance, and as he was dying, he suddenly saw wisps of black ink emerge from the woman's body, rolling and wriggling in the sea, like the countless tentacles of a sea monster.

"Farewell, my dear brother." The sea monster grew Euron's face and smiled at Victorion.

Is it a hallucination?

Victor called out, "Euron! The Drowning God will not let you go! And I will be born again in His palace of flowing water! The dead don't die! ”

"Really?" Euron pursed his lips disdainfully, "Then why didn't your drowning god punish me when I killed the other two brothers?" ”

"You killed two brothers?" Victor's eyes widened.

"Of course." Euron grinned, "Robin and Harlon, do you remember these two poor creatures?" It was I who killed them with my own hands, and then ran to the beach to pee, praying to the drowning gods to take me away. Unfortunately, no. Wake up, my foolish brother, your worship of the drowning god is nothing but a lie. ”

"Nope! You blasphemous man will one day be damned! ”

"Let's go back." Euron laughed, "Look at what the drowning god you worship is." ”

No, there is no turning back. Victor admonished himself.

But the sea monster stretched out its tentacles and forcibly turned his head around.

Then he saw a pale thing at the bottom of the sea, with the appearance of a man, with swollen limbs, and a school of fish gnawing at his face......

No! It's an illusion! Victor's consciousness was blurring.

Let me die!

"See?" Euron's voice reached his ears anyway, "This is your god. ”

Victor struggled, but his body was already heavy and stiff.

Thoughts began to freeze.

The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was Eurolen's arrogant proclamation:

"All gods are lies."

(End of chapter)