Game of Thrones White Wolf

Chapter 188 190: The Dragonbinder Horn

On the open sea, waves rolled endlessly. The pale moonlight was obscured by clouds, plunging the ship into deeper darkness.

However, neither Jon nor Euron seemed to rely on their eyes to see, so they could accurately locate each other.

"So you want to fight me to the death?" Although Euron didn't know what "very happy" and "doesn't like" meant in this context, he could tell from Jon's tone that he intended to drive him to a dead end.

"Fight to the death? You overestimate yourself. The Tyrell fleet could arrive at any moment. You have only one path: death!"

Jon said in a deep voice, his breathing steady and his hands never stopping. Euron knew he hadn't even forced his opponent to use his full strength yet!

"Fine, fine! I'll give them both back to you! Get off my ship!" Panic was evident in Euron's voice.

"What your ship? This ship belongs to me now!" Jon was certain that Euron's melee combat ability was a mess.

His ship had Valyrian steel armor, the Dragonbinder horn, and possibly more dragon eggs! Since Jon had chased him down, all these things were now his.

"Then go to hell!" Euron suppressed the panic in his heart, replacing it with ruthlessness, like a shark scenting blood.

Jon knew that Euron was starting to lose it, so he couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore. He directly smashed two more sailors to death with the oar.

It would be best to keep Euron here. In Jon's plan, the only variable in annexing the Iron Islands was Euron; this guy's methods were truly bizarre.

If he could kill Euron, Jon believed he had a hundred percent chance of taking the Iron Islands and completely remaking them in his own image!

Jon continued to charge at Euron. Since he had already smashed a dozen of those mute sailors to death, Jon now had the upper hand.

Euron retreated while ordering the mute sailors to act as meat shields.

"Okay, Stark, let me ask you, where does your power come from?! The power to control ravens!"

Seeing that the other party seemed very concerned about this matter, Jon realized that he had been too focused on Euron's evil and ignored his arrogance.

Euron had once told others that they only needed to worship him as a god, and which god didn't matter.

Jon immediately had an idea. He said, "The True God, the real God, one who answers the righteous. A guy like you who rapes his brothers and takes pleasure in torturing people will sooner or later be destroyed by God!"

As soon as Jon finished speaking, Euron's face clearly turned ugly. Suddenly he laughed厉声 loudly again: "Really? Then let's try it. Let me see how your god will kill me?"

Euron stopped fighting with Jon, and even the surrounding sailors quickly retreated to the railing.

"Stark," suddenly, Euron and his mute sailors spoke in unison. The voices were male and female, old and young, mixed together like a demonic sound. "Take a good look, which one of us should you chase?"

Then, dozens of people jumped into the sea with a splash, creating splashes and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Not only the sailors fighting Jon on the deck, but also some figures with obvious female outlines who ran out of the cabin jumped down one by one.

A rough estimate showed that at least several dozen people jumped off the ship.

Escaped? Jon went to the railing and looked down. The sea had returned to calm, and those sailors were fleeing in all directions.

Jon was alone, but Euron and his puppet sailors could scatter and flee everywhere; he certainly couldn't catch up.

Wait, shouldn't those sailors all be mutes? How could they speak?

Jon thought for a moment, found no clue, and temporarily gave up.

He observed the sea surface and underwater through his cheat, finding that the clusters of black-red halos were gradually moving away. Only after a while, when he was sure the other party couldn't return for a while even if they turned back, did he relax slightly.

The next priority was to quickly check on Alerie and Falia.

He looked back at Ghost. Ghost had been hit by three arrows, two of which were in his back. Blood stained a large patch of his snow-white fur red, but fortunately, they were all flesh wounds.

The space on the deck was too narrow, and Euron's mute sailors had absolutely no fear when fighting.

Although Ghost's shoulder height had reached Jon's waist and his fangs were sharp enough, he didn't have armor after all. Jon had avoided vital points as much as possible when controlling Ghost.

Jon reached out and patted his head, thinking he would make it up to him after returning.

Not just Ghost, Jon's ravens were almost all injured. He would prepare some good food for them later too.

Jon let Ghost guard the deck and entered the cabin alone. He found Euron's room, which was filled with jars and bottles. On his bed lay two women, Alerie and Falia.

Compared to Falia, Euron obviously valued Alerie more. After all, she had the iconic silver hair of the Targaryens, indicating that the concentration of "Dragonlord blood" in her body might be higher.

Alerie was indeed well-maintained. There were no wrinkles on her face, and even the skin at the corners of her eyes was kept very tender, comparable to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Falia beside her.

Jon seemed to see Margaery twenty years later. Mother and daughter looked very much alike.

"Lady Alerie? Lady Alerie? Mother-in-law?" Jon tried to wake Alerie up, but she didn't respond at all.

What's going on?

Jon suddenly thought that Alerie seemed to have left the castle by herself; maybe she was also under Euron's magic.

What now? Should I ask Melisandre for help?

Asking Melisandre for help meant asking Stannis for help. Unless absolutely necessary, Jon didn't want to do that.

When he attacked the West, Stannis sent troops to reinforce him, partly to reward him for taking King's Landing.

But Jon used part of the treasures from the Lannister treasury as a return, equivalent to buying out his help.

The two took what they needed and owed each other nothing. If the future situation caused the two to break, Jon wouldn't have any moral or psychological burden.

Seeing that Alerie couldn't be woken up, Jon tried Falia again, but she also slept soundly.

Jon checked their pulses and breathing, confirming that there was no immediate life danger, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around and found a black chest in the corner with shiny golden copper nails.

Although the chest wasn't tall, only reaching his knees, it was fully two meters long. It looked like it was made specifically to store something.

Opening the chest and bringing the candle closer, he saw a shiny black horn inside. The horn was about the thickness of an adult's thigh and engraved with dense golden runes.

Reaching out to touch it, he found the horn was actually warm.

Dragonbinder!

Based on his memory of the original work, Jon recognized this horn immediately.

Bringing the candle closer, Jon saw two dragon eggs placed under the horn!

Of course, these were all fossilized dragon eggs.

This makes sense. How could someone who obtained Dragonbinder and Valyrian steel armor only get one dragon egg?

Jon lifted out a purple dragon egg, which had two white lightning patterns on it. Unfortunately, it was also a fossil. Jon knew Euron must have gone to an incredible place.

If there was a chance, he should go there too.

Dragon eggs, plus the Dragonbinder horn of unknown use, and most importantly, saving Alerie—this would make the alliance between him and the Tyrells even stronger in the future.

By the way, Euron should also have a suit of Valyrian steel armor. Where did it go?

After all, Euron had been to Valyria. It was impossible for this ship to have only these few things.

Sure enough, Jon soon discovered there were other people on the ship who hadn't run away.

He left the cabin and came to the ladder leading below deck. It was pitch black inside, like an "inkwell" filled with ink, a darkness capable of drowning a person.

"Ghost, guard here."

Hearing Jon's order, Ghost stood guard at the top of the stairs.

Jon went down slowly with the lantern and found several cages and many stacked large boxes. He didn't know what was in the boxes, but the cages were full of people!

Counting with his cheat, there were thirty-three people locked in these cages.

Seeing Jon, the people in the cages curled up reflexively. Their mouths made whimpering sounds; it seemed their tongues had all been cut out by Euron.

It was just that they hadn't been transformed into those walking corpses that only knew how to obey orders yet.

Then Jon used his [Divine Vision] and saw that the halos emitted by these people were almost all gray.

This represented despair and fear.

He brought the lantern close to the cage nearest him and found six gaunt figures with disheveled hair inside. their gender indistinguishable.

There were some food scraps at the bottom of the cage, and a bucket for excretion beside it.

At this time, Jon saw four slightly different halos. Those halos were not only gray but also mixed with greenish-gray.

Jon approached that cage. The four figures inside were piled there like mud. When Jon approached with the candle, the figures immediately became agitated.

They jabbered words Jon couldn't understand. One of them saw Jon, struggled to get up, and knelt on the ground as if begging for help.

Valyrian?

Jon remembered that he hadn't learned any foreign languages since coming to this world. More importantly, Valyrian was widely used and even had "dialect versions." This was a bit troublesome. Did he have to find a translator?