Game of Thrones White Wolf

Chapter 187 189: Boarding the Pirate Ship

"Seven Hells, what is that thing!"

"A fishing boat! Why is a fishing boat faster than my sailboat!"

At the mouth of the Mander, many captains and sailors witnessed this astonishing scene.

The small fishing boat weaved between other sailing ships, and because of its extreme speed, it achieved a kind of drifting effect.

When encountering a section with dense traffic, the fishing boat actually traced a "Z"-shaped white wake, dodging three ships in succession. Such an inconceivable trajectory on the pitch-black river surface was truly amazing.

"Did Ser Willas tame fish that can pull boats?"

Some captains familiar with the Tyrell family inexplicably thought of this possibility.

As they were about to reach the port, they saw a dozen warships sailing out aggressively. Someone stood at the bow constantly beating a huge gong, signaling the ships ahead to make way.

The captains who saw this thought that if the Tyrells intended to catch that small fishing boat, it was too late.

At this time, Jon had already rowed the small fishing boat out to sea, quickly rushing towards Euron's Silence. By now, the other party had reached the open sea. Riding the sea breeze, Euron suddenly accelerated.

Although Jon was already very fast, at his current speed, he might still not be able to catch up.

[Great Strength]: Blue

Remaining Upgrades: 2

Jon looked at the remaining two upgrade points and, without hesitation, dumped them all into the [Great Strength] trait.

Leaving aside whether Falia had Blackfyre or Targaryen blood, Alerie definitely had it.

If Euron really hatched a dragon or some other monster, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After receiving the blessing of the Gold-tier [Great Strength] trait, Jon clearly felt the density of his muscles and bones increase by leaps and bounds. His body weight at least doubled without any change in his physique, causing the waterline of the fishing boat under his feet to rise slightly.

After his body was strengthened, Jon's speed of rowing the oars increased again. The small fishing boat cut through the waves. The oncoming sea breeze even forced Ghost to lower his body and narrow his scarlet eyes slightly.

In about a quarter of an hour, Jon saw the Silence two or three leagues away. The black sails were billowing in the sea breeze, heading north at an extremely fast speed.

Moreover, Jon could see ravens circling and dancing above Euron's ship. The fishing boat's unreasonable speed was quickly discovered by the ravens, and Euron also came to the deck.

He stared wide-eyed at the fishing boat approaching through the wind and waves!

Then he took off his eyepatch, revealing a dark red eye underneath.

One red and one black eye stared at the fishing boat constantly approaching him. He finally realized that what was in front of him was not an illusion.

Obviously, the inhuman strength Jon displayed also greatly shocked him.

Watching the constantly approaching Jon, without him needing to give any verbal orders, sailors immediately drew their bows and prepared to shoot.

Swish swish swish— A dozen arrows were shot, but most fell into the sea. The rest were all knocked down by Jon, who drew his sword.

His mute sailors fired a few more rounds, but they were all easily dodged. Jon rowed the oars with all his might for a dozen more strokes to keep the fishing boat at speed, then suddenly threw a rope hook. Clamping the thick, four-meter-long oar under his armpit as a weapon, he began to board the ship.

Just as Euron found Jon's rope and prepared to cut it, Ghost, still on the small fishing boat, leaped up violently. Jon kicked off the hull, swinging his body into mid-air. Ghost used Jon's shoulder as a stepping stone to jump onto the deck first, pouncing towards Euron.

Euron had to defend against Ghost's attack first. Taking advantage of the few seconds Ghost bought for him, Jon also climbed onto the deck.

Seeing a man and a wolf actually boarding his ship in such an inconceivable way, even Euron, who prided himself on being well-traveled, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

But Euron quickly calmed himself down and said, "Heh heh, Stark, your body is very good. Do you want to consider joining them? Hmm?" Euron pointed to the mute sailors around him with numb and empty eyes.

Those mute sailors took a step forward almost in unison, their movements uniform, as if they were the same person.

Although he was wary of the terrifying power Jon displayed, he wasn't scared off.

On the contrary, he thought that if he could possess Jon's body, he would be gaining an extraordinary fighter.

Of course, he was also just trying to provoke Jon to find flaws. In Euron's view, Jon must have used some kind of magic; otherwise, how could an ordinary person's body be so strong?

"Euron! Jump off the ship yourself now, and I might consider not killing you, otherwise—" Jon said, making a sweeping motion with the more than three-meter-long oar in his hand. The oar made a shrill whooshing sound as it swung; no one would doubt its destructive power.

Then he held the end of the oar and pointed it diagonally above his head, arrogantly displaying his strength in this way.

In fact, because Jon didn't understand Euron, he didn't know if he could kill him. It would be best if he could scare him off. The two provoked each other back and forth, unwilling to give an inch.

Euron narrowed his eyes, and Jon, relying on his [Divine Vision], saw several arrows flying towards himself and Ghost.

Because the trait could predict trajectories, he controlled his and Ghost's bodies simultaneously. Ghost dodged and wove, remaining unscathed under the dense attack.

This time, Euron was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the fact that those mute sailors couldn't disobey his orders, he would have thought these guys were "acting" against him.

But this didn't dampen his confidence; instead, it further stimulated his ferocity and insidiousness. A group of mute sailors approached Jon holding fishing nets tanned from animal skins.

A sneer appeared on Jon's face. He had seen too many such tricks. He had Ghost rush towards a sailor who was preparing to draw his bow again, biting through his throat directly.

Jon, on the other hand, waved the nearly four-meter-long oar and knocked the fishing net flying, along with two or three puppet sailors.

Breaking through their "fishing net offensive," Jon charged towards Euron.

The thick and long oar made a shrill whooshing sound as it swung. Although Euron was evil and could use some magic, his body was still that of an ordinary person.

The conditioned reflex from practicing martial arts made him want to swing his sword to block, but reason told him he should dodge quickly.

Euron chose to dodge at the last moment. The oar hit the deck heavily, making a loud bang.

"Stark, do you really think you alone can defeat a ship full of my men?!" Euron said coldly with a gloomy voice. About forty sailors on the ship all surrounded Jon. Most of them were fully armed. Not just the sailors, but Euron's ravens were also staring straight at Jon.

Suddenly, those ravens spread their wings simultaneously, preparing to take off and pounce on Jon, when Jon's ravens also flew from afar.

However, Euron seemed to have anticipated all this. The ravens of the two sides soon tangled together. Black feathers drifted down, making it feel like black snow was falling overhead.

Those mute sailors also charged at Jon almost simultaneously. Relying on his formidable strength and the four-meter oar in his hand, Jon smashed the head of the mute sailor rushing to the front with just one blow.

One person's head was even beaten off directly. Hot blood splashed out. Combined with the drifting black feathers overhead, the scene before them appeared increasingly terrifying. Only hell would have such a battle.

However, driven by Euron, these mute sailors didn't know what fear was at all, and didn't even make a move to retreat a step. They rushed forward one after another like brainless bugs.

Such tactics would win against any master, but they were useless against Jon, who held a long weapon.

He even had spare energy to attack Euron while parrying.

Euron's "Trip to Highgarden" plan was already perfect. He even prepared a backup plan.

If it weren't for Jon, he would have killed a large group of nobles directly at the wedding, and then snatched Margaery, her mother, and Falia at the same time.

Even if he failed, it didn't matter. He had actually given Mace a lamp in advance and hooked up with Falia before the wedding.

And he left the wedding early, using a body double to replace himself, calmly achieving a complete retreat.

But he never expected that Jon displayed unreasonable and terrifying strength.

The nearly four-meter oar in his hand was wielded so tightly that not even wind could pass through. Even if Euron fully controlled these puppet sailors to make them cooperate more closely, he couldn't gain any advantage.

Crack, crack—

Bones and debris piled on the deck were smashed to pieces by the oar. Euron realized something was wrong. If this continued, all his puppet sailors would be lost here.

Losing more than thirty sailors in Highgarden before was heartbreaking enough. To get another batch of such sailors would cost him considerable effort. He hurriedly said, "Stark, I'll give Alerie back to you. Consider that bastard girl as bought with the dragon egg, how about it?!"

Euron used a negotiating and concessional tone, hoping both sides would take a step back, but Jon gave him a baffling answer—

"You have called me Stark from beginning to end. This Lord Duke is very happy. But you caused trouble at my wedding. This Lord Duke does not like it."

Jon's voice was full of provocation and excitement. Now he had the upper hand and advantage, and Loras and the others would arrive before long.

Rescuing Alerie was already a sure thing. Now he not only wanted to rescue Alerie and Falia, but he also wanted Euron's ship.

He knew that the Dragonbinder horn and the Valyrian steel armor were on this ship. How could he let such treasures go?!