Chapter 222 King of the Iron Islands

When Asha Greyjoy found her uncle Aeron "Damphair" Greyjoy, he was drowning on the beach.

The drowned boy's faith was not firm enough and he struggled desperately in the water, but his head was firmly held down by Aeron "Wet Hair".

"Be brave!" Aeron shouted, "We come from the sea, and we will return to the sea! Open your mouth and drink the blessings of the gods. Let the sea water fill your lungs. The dead will rise again!"

However, the drowned boy is still struggling, which is his instinct to survive.

Asha stepped forward to help.

Finally, the boy stopped struggling, and no more bubbles came out of his mouth.

Only then did "Wet Hair" Aeron and his niece Asha drag the boy's body back to the beach, and then began to pray while straddling the boy's body, squeezing his chest hard, and leaning over to give him the kiss of life from time to time.

Kiss after kiss until the boy started breathing again, coughing, and vomiting.

"Another reborn person! This is proof of the Drowned God's favor!" Aeron declared loudly.

He put a gray, blue and green robe on the drowned boy, handed over a driftwood stick, and said:

"From now on, you belong to the sea and to the Drowned God. He will protect you and cut through the waves, moving forward fearlessly!"

There was still fear in the boy's eyes, but more of it was fanaticism and piety. He raised his driftwood stick high and shouted:

"The dead never die!"

The ceremony was over. Aeron "Wet Hair" sent the boy away, turned to look at his niece, and asked:

"Are you here to get drowned?"

Asha shook her head quickly: "I have already been flooded."

"There is never a limit to the number of times you can be drowned. Every death is an opportunity to return to the embrace of the Drowned God, and when you return from his palace of flowing water, you will be stronger and more pious." Aeron's eyes flashed with eagerness, "

How was it? Do you want to do it again? I have never failed to conduct a drowning ceremony."

Indeed, other priests of the Drowned God would have failed, but not Aeron the Damphair.

However, Asha still didn't want to take risks. Every time she recalled the scene when she was drowned, she would feel piercing fear.

No matter how devout a believer in the Drowned God is, it is difficult for him to have the courage to do it again.

That's why "Three Drowned Man" Taler became a legend.

Asha changed the subject: "I'm here to tell you that my father called everyone to gather in the Gray Sea King's Hall."

Aeron frowned, as if he understood something.

Ten years ago, his eldest brother Balon Greyjoy was crowned King of the Iron Islands in the Hall of the Gray Sea King.

But unfortunately, the Iron Throne soon sent troops to attack, completely suppressing King Balon's ambitions, killing his two sons, and the last son was taken away by the Stark family as a hostage.

"Are we going to do it again?" There was unconcealable doubt in Aeron's tone.

"Don't worry, uncle. The Iron Throne can't take care of us this time." Asha smiled and comforted, "There are already two kings in the Green Land, and they will fight first."

"But when they decide the winner, they will come to suppress us. Just like Robert Baratheon did back then."

"Perhaps by then, we will have grabbed enough money and food, and occupied enough castles. Let's go, uncle, if you have anything to say, just tell my father directly. I have to inform other people,

goodbye."

After saying that, she ran away quickly, fearing that her uncle would drown her again.

Aeron sighed with some disappointment and got on the longship alone.

When he arrived at Old Wyke Island, he saw countless longships lined up on the beach, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Balon Greyjoy's battleship "Ocean Troll" stands proudly among them, like a king.

Parked next to it is the Iron Fleet Commander's flagship "Invincible Ironbred".

Aeron saw his brother Victarion Greyjoy beside the battleship.

Victarion is the third eldest Greyjoy of this generation. He is tall and powerful. He is wearing a sea monster iron helmet on his head, wearing heavy armor, and holding a giant axe. He seems to be ready to fight at any time.

Prepare.

"Brother." Aeron stepped forward to greet him, "The dead will never die."

"It will rise again, and it will be even more powerful." Victarion took off his helmet and knelt on the beach with one knee.

Aeron took out the water bag from his arms and poured the salt water on Victarion's head.

After the two prayed, they walked side by side to the shore.

The terrain gradually rises and becomes steeper.

On the mountain, forty-four huge stone ribs protrude from the ground, like huge white tree trunks.

Seeing them, the two brothers couldn't help but feel their hearts beat faster.

These are the remains of the legendary Naga.

Naga is the world's first sea dragon and the most terrifying creature born in the sea. It feeds on sea monsters and sea beasts, and will even swallow entire islands when it is angry.

Until the Gray Sea King killed it with his own hands, the Drowned God turned its bones into fossils so that future generations of ironmen would always remember the Gray Sea King's achievements.

Naga's ribs became the beams and pillars of the Gray Sea King's hall, and his mouth became the throne of the Gray Sea King.

Nine broad steps lead to the top of the stone mountain, and their brother, the current patriarch of the Greyjoy family - "The Brave" Balon stands there, next to him is the throne of the Gray Sea King, the Sea Stone Seat.

Aeron and Victarion stepped forward and saluted their brother: "The dead never die."

"It will definitely rise again, and its momentum will be even stronger." Balon nodded in return.

"Brother, have you made your decision?" Aeron's tone was filled with worry.

"It's time, brother! Let us take back everything we have lost!" Victarion will always be his brother's fanatical supporter.

"Yes. The time has come." Balon's eyes were firm and he spoke the Greyjoy family's language, "We Do Not Sow. How can the Ironborn be like the sheep of the Green Land?"

Farming and fishing like that, the blood of killing flows in our bodies, we are born plunderers, we will re-pursue the glorious 'ancient road', and bring fear and destruction to the continent of Westeros!"

Victarion was so stimulated by his brother's words that he let out a strange cry.

Aeron asked calmly:

"Then where is the target of our plunder? There are two kings in the Green Land now, and we'd better not offend both of them."

"Northern Territory." Balon said, it seemed that he had already planned it.

"Northern Territory?" Aeron frowned again when he heard this, "Brother, but Theon is still working as a hostage for the Stark family."

Balon responded coldly: "Eron, if someone pinches your dick and forces you to kneel down, what will you do?"

Aeron understood: "I will let Gao Wan be crushed, and I will chop off his head with a knife!"

"That's right!" Balon said in a cold tone, "Ed Stark thought that by using this as a threat, he could make us his slaves, but I would rather lose all my sons than chop off his head!"

"Off the heads of the Northmen!" Victarion shouted, holding his ax high.

Balon nodded slightly and said to his brother: "It's time to send out the call."

Aeron walked down the hill and began beating driftwood sticks.

More and more Ironborn joined in, and the beating sound began to become uniform and breathtaking.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong——

Victarion blew his horn from the top of the mountain.

Wuwuwuwuwu——

The ironmen left the longships, the beaches, and the bonfires one after another, and gathered in the Gray Sea King's Hall.

Among them are captains, helmsmen, oarsmen, shipbuilders, warriors with axes and fishermen with fishing nets, slave workers and salt concubines who serve beside them, as well as knights, singers, bachelors who have been assimilated by the green land...

The crowd surged in, like a colony of ants returning to their nest, like hundreds of crows following the smell of blood, about to start a gluttonous feast on the corpse of a man named Westeros.

They are so densely packed that they cover the sky and the sun.

Aeron "Damphair" opened his hands, letting the hammering and horns rest.

No one spoke anymore, and there was only the roar of the waves between heaven and earth.

"We come from the sea, and we will eventually return to the sea!" Aeron's voice echoed among Naga's remains. "The great Drowned God has issued a call! And my brother has answered the call! He is the brave Balon, and he is the god.

Blessed Balon, he is Balon who has dedicated everything to restoring the ancient roads! Cheer and use your cheers to welcome the birth of the new King of the Iron Islands!"

"Balon! Balon! Balon!"

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, echoing the sound of the waves and resounding over the island.

Wearing a cloak embroidered with the golden sea monster emblem, Balon Greyjoy came to the Seastone Seat and accepted the driftwood crown placed on his head by his brother Aeron.

"Ten years ago, we tried to restore the ancient road, but the Iron Throne killed our ambitions and forced us to work like slaves!" Balon's voice suppressed the shouts from the bottom of the mountain, "But our pursuit of the ancient road is

It will never stop! Today we rise again, and we will take back everything we lost with our own hands! The dead will not die, they will rise again, and their power will be stronger!"

"The dead never die!"

"The dead never die!"

"The dead never die!"

…

The ironborn's cheers shook the Naga Hills like thunder.

The fanatical air current swept up, as if the power of the storm god drove away the dark clouds in the sky.

Under the eyes of everyone, Balon Greyjoy finally sat on the Seastone Seat again.

At this moment, the sea seemed to feel the birth of a new king, and a turbulent wave began and swept eastward.

They will bring the anger and cruelty that has been suppressed in the Iron Islands for ten years, sweep through the green lands, destroy the Seven Holy Cathedrals, uproot the white trees bleeding with blood, flood the strong castles, and bring death and destruction.
Chapter completed!