Chapter 377: Euron's Submission

"Who's there?"

Victarion was instantly on alert, his unease peaking at this moment.

"Torches!"

Unable to bear it any longer, the Iron Fleet's captain ordered his men to light torches to dispel the surrounding darkness and see what was happening.

Whoosh~

In an instant, the torches were lit, and the surrounding darkness was dispelled.

Victarion took a torch and looked towards the place where the shadow had just moved, and his breath immediately tightened.

As the only light in the darkness, countless shadows had gathered on the beach, their numerous pairs of eerie blue eyes all looking at Victarion.

The next second.

Terrifying screams came from these creatures' mouths, and then they surged towards the Ironborn like a tide.

"Run!"

"Everyone, into the sea!"

When Victarion saw the mountainous and sea-like wave of wights rushing towards them, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Push the longships into the sea!"

Victarion then swung his huge axe, knocking down a wight with a single blow, and then roared loudly at the men behind him.

But at this point, there was no need for Victarion's orders. All the Ironborn knew what to do.

They had demonstrated countless times when raiding the Green Lands. When trouble arose, they would quickly escape to the sea. On the sea, the Ironborn were invincible, and they were all skilled swimmers.

However, the wights surged up faster than the Ironborn could push their ships. They let out terrifying screams and knocked the sailors to the ground one by one.

"Kill!"

Although Victarion was startled, he did not panic and remained calm, fighting desperately. Swinging his axe left and right, he cut the attacking wights in half.

But there were too many wights, and they were fearless. The fierce Ironborn were retreating step by step, suffering heavy casualties.

"Die!"

Victarion lifted his axe and once again cut an attacking wight in half.

The axe fiercely struck the beach, sending sand flying. His body was covered in splattered blood, his face looked somewhat ferocious, and he was panting heavily.

The situation was dire.

Sweat continuously dripped from his forehead, and Victarion clenched his teeth.

As a veteran of the Iron Islands, he naturally saw the situation on the battlefield clearly.

The Ironborn were finished. This Iron Fleet would be buried on this beach.

And it was all because of his negligence. If he had been a little more careful...

"Damn it!"

Victarion now just wanted to slap himself in the face, but it was too late to regret it now.

The night was thick, and the battle on the beach of Blacktyde Island continued.

Crack—

Victarion once again knocked down several wights, then without hesitation, he turned around and plunged into the sea.

...

Time passed quickly.

In the year 292 AC, November.

The army of the dead attacked the Iron Islands by boat.

This news, like a nuclear bomb, caused an unprecedented earthquake in the Free Cities.

Originally, the people of the Free Cities were bystanders to the disaster in Westeros, and some even took pleasure in it.

But now that the Others had attacked the Iron Islands by boat, it meant that they could potentially cross the sea and attack Essos at any time.

This made the lords of the Free Cities restless. They did not want to see the war burn their homes.

In the city of Pentos, Viserys, hearing this news, quickly convened a meeting. High-ranking commanders all attended.

The main purpose was to make a preliminary decision on the plan to attack Westeros. Everyone could express their opinions because the fact that the Others could sail boats indeed made Viserys feel threatened and urgent.

However, the Iron Islands, which had actually been attacked by the army of the dead from the sea, became an object of no concern.

The final result of the Battle of Blacktyde Island was that the Iron Fleet led by Victarion fell into an ambush and was annihilated.

The Ironborn who had luckily escaped back to Pyke Island claimed that Victarion had jumped into the sea.

But Balon sent people to search but did not find Victarion's whereabouts. The fate of this Iron Fleet captain is still unknown.

The Ironborn speculated that perhaps he had returned to the Drowned God's watery halls, for the Drowned God needed a great captain...

When the news of the Others attacking the Iron Islands reached Pentos, Euron Greyjoy, who had led an Iron Fleet here more than half a month ago, was also shocked.

He never expected that he would suddenly become a homeless dog.

However, the cunning and crazy Euron did not panic because of this, but quickly calmed down.

His inherent madness made him keenly judge that this was both a huge crisis that could destroy the Greyjoy family and even the Iron Islands, but also an unprecedented opportunity. If he seized the opportunity, he could rise to power.

Swinging between family and personal interests, Euron, the captain of the Silence, made a quick decision after brief contemplation.

He made a bold decision. He did not plan to lead his fleet back to the Iron Islands, but instead actively sought out Viserys to express his willingness to submit, leading his fleet to join the Targaryen army to help the true king reclaim the Iron Throne.

Viserys was somewhat surprised by Euron's sudden submission. In his impression, Euron should be an ambitious and extremely crazy person.

He thought that Euron would lead his fleet back to the Iron Islands as soon as he received the news, consolidate the people's hearts and stabilize the situation, but he did not expect the other party to be even crazier than he thought.

He simply abandoned his home.

But after all, Euron was an experienced captain, and he also led a powerful Iron Fleet second only to the fleet of Dragonstone.

The sailors and Ironborn on the ship were all good at naval warfare. Although it was just icing on the cake, Viserys still accepted Euron's allegiance.

Ramsay Snow, the bastard of Dreadfort, Gregor 'The Mountain' Clegane, who was still half-dead in the water prison, the schemer Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish, and now Euron.

Viserys suddenly found that he had gathered all the notorious villains of the Seven Kingdoms, both present and future.

The Others bypassed the Neck and attacked the Iron Islands from the sea, and Euron led the Iron Fleet to submit.

Boom—

Like a stampede, more than twenty thousand Dothraki screamers who had settled on the Great Plains rushed to Pentos. The Targaryen family finally began to gather strength and show their real muscle.

And at this time.

Also half a month ago, Maester Marwyn, who had arrived in Pentos almost at the same time as Euron, made a breakthrough in his work of translating the ancient texts.