Chapter 295 The Long Night

Ironborn raiders captured the village with little effort.

Victarion took off the giant ax he carried with him and placed it by the well. He stretched out his hand to scoop up the water in the tub, scrubbed the blood on the surface of the giant ax, and occasionally sprinkled it into his mouth to moisten it and spit it out.

The villagers on the side spoke an Eastern Continent language that he didn't understand and pointed at the basin.

Victarion stretched out his strong arms, like a bear attacking, and held the villagers' soft necks.

"Learn more Common Tongue, man." Victarion listened to the sound of the villager's neck being broken and shattered, and he didn't let go until the other person's breath was like a cocoon.

"Calling it up!" he yelled, and the accompanying ironmen immediately put down what they were doing, turned around and ran towards the longship docked on the shore.

We are only one step away from Meereen, Victarion thought to himself. He took a few sips of the cool thirst-quenching water, feeling it cover his lungs from his throat. He moved his neck, stood up and stepped onto the deck, held on to the mast, and squinted. Look to the east.

Wolfe came over, looking worried, but the missing ear always made him look funny when he was thinking.

"There is a plague, I heard a red-robed monk say," One-Eared Wolfe said to him, "It must be a blood plague. I didn't expect that there is one in Westeros and one here too."

Victarion frowned. He knew the harm of the blood plague, which could almost destroy an army, but he still said: "Baptize in the sea, and the Drowned God will protect his ironmen through the difficulties."

"Besides," Victarion recalled, "there was no disease in the village."

"I hope so, Lord Victarion, but I am very concerned about Euron's order this time." One-eared Wolfe said, his voice deliberately lowered, "I always feel that something is wrong. Ever since this horn on the Invincible Ironborn There was a strange atmosphere upon boarding the ship, one that was hard to explain. "

"Euron's orders are always poisonous, and he likes to play these tricks that women and eunuchs only play!" Victarion said, agreeing with his men.

Ever since the attack on the Shield Islands, Euron asked him to sail to the distant Eastern Continent to meet the Dragon Queen. He had never been at peace with his kindness. With the help of the enfeoffment of the Shield Islands, he destroyed the trust among his most capable subordinates and asked them to fight for several The fight over the broken island was a life-and-death affair, and the Reach's army would take it back sooner or later. It was a certain death situation, but those four idiots still fell into the trap. They helped warm the bed after someone robbed Rock's wife. It was simply ridiculous!

snort! Victarion snorted. Euron asked him to bring the Dragon Queen of the Eastern Continent to be his rock wife. It was a joke. He would never help Euron to the end. He wanted to marry the Dragon Queen himself. He was the iron man. The true king of the people.

"That dark-skinned woman," said One-Eared Wolfe, "that whore, I suspect to be Euron's spy, like the little bird in the hands of the eunuch of King's Landing."

Victarion shook his head, disapproving, "It's just a woman, so what if she is a spy? We are thousands of miles away, and Euron is still in Westeros."

One-eared Wolfe nodded, "It seems I'm worrying too much."

Victarion held his shoulders, dragged him into the cabin, grabbed a piece of meat from the table, and stuffed it into Wolfe's mouth, "Enjoy this, the weapon will drink blood soon."

He turned his eyes and saw the neglected dragon horn hanging on the wall. Euron's face seemed to appear on the wall again, looking at him with a mocking smile.

Go to hell, Victarion thought disdainfully. He will never become a pawn of Euron. He will take the five thousand marauders under his command to personally help the Dragon Queen to deal with her enemies in Meereen, and then act openly and honestly. Marry her, harness her dragon, return to Westeros, destroy Euron's Seastone Seat, and reforge one for yourself, symbolizing the Ironborn's new leader and new future.

"Eat meat, these are trophies!" he shouted, "Then head for Meereen!" Victarion turned around amid the cheers of the crowd, walked into his cabin, and saw sitting on the bedside The dark-skinned prostitute reached over her body and took her from behind.

Margery closed the window, but heard the maid calling outside.

"What's wrong?" She was confused, walked to the door, put her right ear close to the door, and heard heavy footsteps.

Before she could react, the iron door had already opened. Mandon Moore, the Kingsguard who was blocking the door with his hand, smiled apologetically at her, said "The Prime Minister is here" and closed the door.

Attis Arryn's face came into view, making her both happy and terrified.

"Your Majesty Prime Minister." Margaery calmed down and said calmly.

"What happened to King Joffrey?" Attis asked, "Do you, or the Tyrells, know anything?"

"He, he is sick, very sick," Margaery quickly reacted, adding another layer of fear in her heart. Compared to the known Attis Arryn, she was more interested in the unknown and mysterious Faceless Men. I was scared, and besides, my grandmother hadn’t given any instructions.

"Hasn't the Prime Minister gone to see it?" she asked, turning her passive into active.

"Yes," Attis still had suspicion on his face, but Margaery didn't know whether it was real suspicion or Attis was pretending to show it to her, "I have indeed entered the king's bedroom and interviewed him. Your Majesty, time is really magical, turning a lively and active king into this."

"Also, I'm curious," Attis said, "Why does the queen have to separate from the king?"

Margaery seemed to have lost her voice and stood silently. After a moment of silence, she said: "If this is the reason for the Prime Minister to break into my room, I'm afraid it would be a bit rude. Besides, the Seven Gods have not witnessed this marriage yet and are not in a hurry. Consummate the marriage," she said, stroking each other with her hands and raising her head high.

Attis took a deep breath and studied Margaery's expression, as if he wanted to deduce some information from it, but he finally gave up and nodded, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, this is not the only thing I'm here for. "

"What?"

"I have always respected the Tyrell family and the nobles of the Reach," Attis said slowly, "and I know that from the beginning of this dispute, when Robb went south, to the fight with Stannis, the Tyrells My family has never been at the center of the war. I want to have an opportunity to form an alliance with the Tyrell family."

"Ah," Margaery couldn't help laughing. She looked at Attis, and for a moment it seemed that he was still the big boy he once was. "I can't represent the Tyrell family. You should go to my brother, or, More importantly, my grandmother."

The laughter also came out, but it didn't come from Margaery, but from Attis. His laughter was so hearty that Margaery didn't know what it meant.

"I guess Her Majesty the Queen has underestimated her own weight," Attis said. He looked into Margaery's charming eyes like an elk and took a step closer. "Don't treat yourself as a pawn. I don't think the Queen of Thorns can represent Highgarden." , I don’t think the Duke of Mace is courageous enough, but his queen’s daughter is completely different.” He looked at Margaery with admiration, “At least in King’s Landing, and even in the Riverlands and the Valley, the Tyrell family is the most powerful. The voice of strength comes from you, Margaery"

Margaery was stunned on the spot. She had always positioned herself very carefully and lightly. She was just a chess piece placed by her grandmother in King's Landing to improve the family's status, and there was no other role she needed to play.

"You can tell Highgarden that I don't trust grandma and grandpa, but I do trust the queen." Attis said, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes full of trust.

"So" Margaery said hesitantly.

"The one who can negotiate terms with the Eagle's Nest on behalf of Highgarden is first of all you, and secondly the Duke of Mace. As for the others, I, Attis Arryn, have not heard of them."

The two were silent for a long time, until Attis broke the silence.

"If you have thought about it," Artis turned around, "send me a letter at any time to discuss the details and your respective bargaining chips." His expression was straightforward enough. Nowadays, there are only a few companies in Westeros that retain their strength, except for the Ironborn. The chaos is still going on, the basic situation on land has been decided, and it has come to the final showdown to divide the spoils, so there is no longer much meaning in hiding it.

Just before he left, his arm was held by a pair of cool hands.

"Attis," Margaery said, swallowing, "How can I trust you?"

Attis frowned, but the queen's lips had already kissed him. They were wet, and the special perfume of the Reach still filled his teeth.