Chapter 415 Scarlet Wedding

  Although there were already speculations, when Euron really said such words, Earl Paxter still felt a burst of disbelief.

   "You want to give me this dragon?"

   "Exactly."

  Although there were countless doubts in his heart, Earl Paxter still couldn't help his heart beating wildly.

  This is a giant dragon!

  Who can refuse the temptation of a giant dragon.

   Taking a few deep breaths, Earl Paxter forced himself to calm down:

"Why?"

   Euron laughed loudly: "As your son-in-law, do you need a reason to give you a gift?"

  Earl Paxter couldn't help but look at the dragon in the pit again.

  It also saw the two people above, opened its huge mouth suddenly, and sprayed out a spear of fire.

  Earl Paxter couldn't help but took two steps back. With the help of the dazzling firelight, he noticed that the dragon's feet were tied by thick iron chains.

   "You can't control the dragon." He thought he finally understood why Euron sent the dragon.

   "Yes." Euron admitted frankly, "I believe that you may have a way."

   What can I do. Earl Paxter secretly slandered, he was not a Targaryen, so how could he know how to tame a dragon.

  But at this time, he couldn't say no.

   He even began to think about what better name to give this dragon.

   Should he use the name of Gilbert to commemorate the ancestors of the Redwyne family, or use the name of his most beloved grandfather, Runseford?

   "Okay, I accept your gift." Earl Paxter said.

   "Very well." Euron laughed.

  The next second, he kicked his father-in-law down a deep pit.

"No!"

  Earl Paxter screamed.

  He fell to the bottom of the pit, covered in ashes, the dragon spread out in the pit like a giant snake, its wings creaked, and it blew a manic and hot wind.

   "Accept my gift well, my lord father-in-law." Euron above laughed wildly.

   "Why?" Earl Paxter scrambled and scrambled away from the dragon behind him, "We have a common enemy, and we can obviously cooperate...Ah!"

   There was a sharp pain in his left leg, and Earl Paxter knew that one of his legs was gone.

   "Save me! Save me!" He cried out, "What do you want? I can give it to you!"

   "I want the whole world to surrender at my feet!" Euron was still laughing wildly.

   "Crazy!" Earl Paxter screamed, "Greyjoy is a bunch of lunatics!"

   "Yeah, we are all lunatics!" Euron smiled instead of anger, leaning forward and backward, out of breath, "and I am the craziest one!"

  A dazzling golden-red flame lit up at the bottom of the pit, and Earl Paxter became a mass of charred black meat.

  The dragon tore off most of the head, swallowed it, and continued to breathe fire to roast the corpse on the ground.

   Euron was still laughing wildly, until the dragon had finished his meal and roared at him with a terrific roar.

  It tried to fly, but was pulled back to the bottom of the pit by the chain.

   Euron finally stopped smiling, patted the ashes on his clothes, turned and left.

   Returning to the banquet hall, he seemed to have just relieved his hands just now, and there was no trace of abnormality on his face.

   Desmela came up to meet her, took her husband's hand, and asked:

   "Where's my father?"

   "He is enjoying my big gift."

   "Oh." Desmela doubted him, "What about my gift?"

   "Don't worry, it will be your turn soon." Euron pulled his wife and walked towards the high platform.

   The road was full of noisy drunks, and the ironborn leaders were dancing with the noble ladies of the Redwyne family. There was unconcealable reluctance in their eyes, but they dared not refuse.

  The accompanying music was extremely bad, almost out of tune, and all the people of Qingting Island cursed in their hearts that the barbarians of the Iron Islands didn't know how to play.

  In fact, even Asha couldn't stand the bad music, and shouted at her uncle:

   "Euron, throw your **** musician out! I want silence!"

   Euron ignored her, and led his wife up the dais.

  He raised his glass and took a big sip, then fed it to Desmera.

  The girl took it with a smile, and just took a sip, but the man took the cup away again.

  The wine glass hit her teeth, and Desmera shook her husband's arm dissatisfied.

   But Euron ignored her, the man who was gentle and considerate just now seemed to have changed his appearance suddenly.

  I saw him slam the wine glass to the ground, making a loud bang.

  The splashing of wine caused several Qingting Island noble ladies to exclaim.

   And the terrible music suddenly stopped.

  Asha looked at her uncle in amazement, not knowing why he was going crazy again.

  At the same time, she also sensitively noticed that the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, and cold eyes wandered through the crowd like poisonous snakes.

  The next second, Asha's arm was grabbed by Aeron, and she quickly retreated towards the wall.

  Just as she was about to ask a question, she saw those extremely incompetent musicians take out bows and crossbows from under the chairs!

   No wonder they played so badly, they weren't musicians at all, they were bowmen!

   Whoosh whoosh—

   Arrows shot out like a torrential rain.

  The screams rang out in the hall.

  Asha kicked over the table and stood in front of herself and Uncle Aeron.

  After a round of arrow rain, most of the people on Qingting Island have fallen.

   "Euron! What are you doing!"

   "Why kill us!"

   "Aren't we allies!"

   Euron sat high on the stage, looking at the scene below with a smile. The wife next to her was already frightened and stupid, and now she forgot to question her.

   Euron sneered: "Who is your ally now. The Ironborn never needed allies, we only need slaves. Kill them all."

  He shouted loudly: "Kill Redwyne, the Arbor Island is ours!"

   "Kill Redwyne!" The ironmen screamed strangely, and took out the short knives and daggers they had hidden long ago, and joined in the **** massacre.

   "No!" Desmela seemed to have finally come to her senses, knelt at her husband's feet, and begged, "Please, don't!"

  But the howling, screaming and metal clashing drowned out her prayers.

  Arrows are flying, swords are slashing, blood is flowing... This is a premeditated massacre.

  Asha noticed that the Ironmen leaders had obviously been told by Euron that they hid swords and wore armor under their clothes. At this moment, killing the unprepared people of Qingting Island is really like killing chickens.

   But what made her nervous was that she and her uncle Aeron had obviously not been informed in advance.

   Did Euron try to kill them too?

   Plop.

  An Arbor Island knight fell beside her.

  Asha hastily pulled out the dagger from his chest, held it tightly in her hand, and watched Euron on the high platform vigilantly.

  The massacre continued, and blood mixed with wine flowed all over the floor.

  The screams gradually subsided until they turned into weak whimpers.

  The ironborn leaders laughed and stepped forward to make up the knife.

   Fortunately, they didn't bother Asha and Aeron.

   "Euron, you violated the guest rights!" Aeron reprimanded, standing up, "The Drowned God will curse you!"

   "Let him come," Euron replied nonchalantly.

  Asha tugged Laelon's sleeve to remind him not to say anything that would irritate Euron.

  But Aeron ignored his niece at all, spoke again, and said to the ironborn leaders:

   "Are you willing to follow such a king? A blasphemer who has no reputation, no glory, and no bottom line?"

   Euron laughed and stood up from his seat.

   Desmela hugged his leg, but he kicked it away.

   "Iron, I just want to let you know that the so-called gods, the so-called glory, and the so-called moral rules are all lies to deceive the world!

  In this world, only gold is real!

  Westeros is dying, and gold flows from it like blood.

   Qingting Island is just the first wound, I will lead you to have a drink! "

   "Drink! Drink! Drink!" the ironborn leaders raised their **** swords and shouted.

  Aeron felt chills all over his body, terrified beyond words.

  Gods, Euron is leading us to destruction.

  Who will save the Iron Islands?

  The cries in his ears and the strong smell of blood overwhelmed him like sea water, making him unable to breathe.

  (end of this chapter)