"I forgive you."
"Crow's Eye" Euron laughed brazenly. "Quiet down, you can live a long time yet."
Earl Sebastian Farman himself sat in his usual place on the high platform, glaring at the despicable Ironborn who had seized his hall.
The Ironborn had actually brazenly seated themselves on the high platform of Fair Isle City!
"My lord~ Try this~" A beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen sat in Crow's Eye Euron's lap, her chest full, her bare feet showing, her clothes disheveled. She giggled and offered grapes to Crow's Eye's mouth, seemingly enjoying herself.
Seeing this scene, Earl Farman became even more furious, and at the same time, couldn't help but feel sorrow.
Mia Stonehouse, a mere bastard! I treated you well on a daily basis, yet now you are so shameless, with a face full of fawning smiles! The Farman family raised you for so many years, and you have no affection for them at all?!
Hateful Ironborn! My Fair Isle City...
I should have reported to Lord Tywin earlier! Earl Farman couldn't help but deeply regret his arrogance and foolishness.
There were six days, six days.
Earl Farman closed his eyes in pain, immersing himself in regretful memories.
Six days ago in the afternoon, five Ironborn longships attacked from the sea to the west. The watchtower on the west coast of Fair Isle quickly lit the beacon fire.
The Ironborn had made a move!
But Earl Sebastian Farman did not send a raven to his Liege Lord for help, only reporting this potentially useful news.
The reason was simple, it was only five ships.
The nearshore area of Fair Isle was very shallow, and the Ironborn longships had nowhere to hide, clearly visible from the high watchtower.
Earl Farman thus knew his enemy.
The largest ship was dark red all over, with black sails, and a golden Kraken as its sigil.
Earl Farman knew it, Euron Greyjoy's bloody "Silence". It had a fearsome reputation, but at most it could only carry one or two hundred warriors.
The other four longships were smaller and less battle-worthy.
One flew the drowned body sigil of the Stonehouse family, another the red sun on a black flag of the Farwynd family.
The last two were from the Codd family and another unknown flag.
Five ships, three to five hundred men, a pathetic number.
Earl Farman felt that his own defense fleet could completely deal with these Ironborn.
As the largest island in the Westerlands, the strength of the Farman family's fleet was quite considerable. The flagship was a carrack capable of carrying hundreds of people, along with five galleys and ten longships.
Could they not defeat five longships?
Because of this ample confidence, and also not wanting to easily disturb the strict Lord Tywin, making himself look weak and further straining the relationship between the two families.
Earl Farman did not ask for help.
But he was wrong.
Although the number of Ironborn did not exceed his estimation, the speed of these longships was unpredictable. It seemed as if they were blessed by the wind and waves, always accelerating away the moment the Fair Isle fleet was about to catch up.
After several attempts, everyone understood that the longships were toying with them, but they were helpless and could only try their best to pursue.
The result was regrettable.
Until the sun set and the light dimmed to nothing, the longships still roamed freely on the sea outside the island.
At this point, Earl Farman made another decision that he would regret deeply: ordering the fleet to return to port to avoid accidents during night combat.
This was originally a conservative and stable decision.
The port was a strategic location managed by the Farman family for many years. Longships could not sneak in under surveillance, and the trebuchets and ballistas on shore would not stand idly by.
The fleet was very safe here.
The crew could thus rest peacefully for the night, recover their energy, and discuss tactics for the next day.
As for the Ironborn longships, they would either have to stay on the sea where storms could erupt at any time, spending the night on high alert, or risk landing and facing the risk of being ambushed.
However, the Ironborn longships actually sailed towards the deeper sea further west!
Were they mad?
Sailing at night greatly increased the chance of ships sinking, let alone heading towards unknown routes. Who knew where the reefs were, or where the dead seas were?
Earl Farman silently prayed that all five longships would sink to the bottom of the cold sea, with no one surviving.
But early the next morning, he was awakened by the loud horns sounding in the castle, and servants rushed in in a panic to report: the longships had appeared on the sea outside the castle!
Earl Farman found it hard to believe.
Fair Isle City was located on the east coast of the island, weren't the Ironborn heading west?
He rushed up to the tower to look out, and they were really there!
Fortunately, his own fleet was also rushing to support, so the Ironborn turned their bows and sailed south.
Within half a day, news came from the nearest coastal fishing village to the south that the Ironborn had landed and were brutally tormenting the villagers.
Earl Farman sent soldiers.
They returned during the night, none missing, but without any spoils of war. The Ironborn ran fast, and were even faster on their longships.
The following days were similar, with village after village reporting bad news.
Earl Farman had no choice but to continue sending soldiers to drive them out, but the only effect was that the Ironborn would abandon the ruined villages and go wreak havoc elsewhere.
How could these fellows always discover the soldiers' movements in advance and avoid being surrounded?
Earl Farman couldn't figure out the answer.
But even then, he only felt that the enemy was somewhat slippery and difficult to catch, and didn't think he had encountered a mortal enemy.
Unfortunately, he was wrong again.
Just last night, Earl Farman worried as usual for a while, lay in bed, and had just fallen asleep not long ago. Disaster struck.
From the port a league to the north came bursts of thunderous roars, followed by huge slapping and crashing sounds, the sound of wood breaking, the wails and terrified shouts of living people, and the sound of horns that had just started and then abruptly disappeared.
Earl Farman ran to the window in a daze, outside was a heavy darkness, almost nothing could be seen.
Until fire ignited for some unknown reason.
He finally saw it.
The port had turned into a bloody, sinful, terrifying hell, and what composed and caused this hell was...
Earl Farman sighed deeply in his heart.
O The Gods, why did you let such a monster gain even more evil and ferocious demons?
Fair Isle should not suffer such a disaster.
The Gods...
Earl Farman suddenly opened his eyes wide. Since such monsters really existed, perhaps the legends about His Majesty the King were not rumors either!
This is it, it must be it!
Flames gradually ignited in Earl Farman's eyes, as if he had become a stubborn fanatic, unwavering in his own faith.
"Crow's Eye!"
Earl Farman sternly cursed.
"Your Doomsday is coming! His Majesty the King's great power is countless times stronger than your Kraken! Just wait, you won't live much longer, after being judged, you will forever endure endless torment in hell!"
Crow's Eye narrowed his Eyes, "Which King?"
Earl Farman snorted, "Naturally, His Majesty Joffrey!"
As soon as the words fell, the hundreds of Ironborn who had been laughing wantonly in the hall suddenly fell silent and looked at Great King Euron on the high platform.
It was Joffrey who had forced them to flee the Iron Islands.
Crow's Eye smiled lightly.
"Gag him. The next game will be more interesting."
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