Westeros, here comes I, Lord Euron!"
Euron Greyjoy crossed his arms, his face contorted in a sinister reverie of the future.
As one of the few adventurers in hundreds of years to return from the Valyrian Doom Ruins, he, "Crow's Eye" Euron Greyjoy, had reaped immense rewards!
This time, neither the Lord of the Iron Islands nor the iron throne would be anything but his, the "Conqueror King" of the sea!
"Heh!"
Thinking of his rigid and foolish brother Balon Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy found it incredibly amusing.
Only the stupid and arrogant would cling to the small patch of land that was the Iron Islands; a true pirate king should set his sights on the whole world.
Looking at the azure sea dragon eggs and the valyrian steel dragonlord's horn in his arms, he was already impatiently imagining the moment he would hatch a sea dragon and dominate the seas.
"I'll find a chance to kill my brother when I get back and declare myself king!"
As Euron Greyjoy was thinking this, he suddenly noticed the sailor in front of him turn pale.
He didn't even look, just rolled over onto the deck.
Decades of seafaring life had naturally instilled in him habits of caution and carefulness; otherwise, he would not have escaped from the perilous Valyrian Doom Ruins.
In an instant, the warship lurched violently.
A massive shadow suddenly swept over him, stirring up waves of wind.
"What's going on? Haven't we already left the Smoking Sea?"
Euron Greyjoy's face changed drastically, and he hastily shouted, "Hard to port!"
Rumble!
Although the warship was caught off guard by the attack of an unknown monster, the helmsman did not panic at all.
He quickly turned the helm, and the next moment, the ship instantly tilted, changing its course.
Splash!
As the ship violently swayed, countless supplies fell into the sea, and Euron Greyjoy had to cling desperately to the mast.
However, the next moment, his face still turned ashen.
A two-winged behemoth, as large as an elephant, hovered above him, looking at him with a playful gaze.
"What is this? A new monster born in the Valyrian Smoking Sea?"
Euron Greyjoy's face was ashen.
"Dragonflame—"
A man's loud shout came from the dragon's back.
Euron Greyjoy suddenly felt a death-like fear envelop him.
The next moment, without thinking, he released his grip and leaped into the vast ocean.
The moment Euron Greyjoy plunged into the seawater, golden light shone in Yangyan's throat, and then, scorching Dragonflame instantly engulfed the entire warship.
"Ah—"
In an instant, screams of agony echoed throughout the warship.
The twisted, deformed crew members wailed in pain on the deck, and soon fell motionless!
"Thwack!"
The only heavy ballista at the bow was easily shattered by Yangyan's tail, and the next moment, all the twisted freaks were burned to ashes by the Dragonflame.
The entire warship was ablaze, with sparks crackling everywhere.
Despite this, Viserys Targaryen still stood far away on the dragon's back, never easily stepping onto the ship.
For the Dragon King, the curse of Valyria was simply too strange and insidious.
Whether it was greyscale or a magical curse, Viserys Targaryen did not want to come into close contact with it.
Dragons were not just magical creatures; they were the most outstanding magical achievement of the Valyrian sorcerers!
They even transcended the realms of dark magic, blood magic, and fire magic.
As long as he stood on the dragon's back, protected by the dragon, Viserys Targaryen believed that even the Faceless Men of the Black and White House and the warlocks of Qarth would be powerless against him.
"Did he hide in the sea?"
Viserys Targaryen looked solemnly at the turbulent sea, a playful expression on his face.
This was not the Narrow Sea!
There were no islands or ships passing by the Valyrian Smoking Sea.
As long as Viserys Targaryen waited here, he didn't believe Euron Greyjoy could hide at the bottom of the sea forever.
However, several dragons patrolled back and forth in the sky, and Viserys Targaryen waited for a long time, but no trace of life appeared on the entire sea surface.
"Could it be that this Euron Greyjoy really drowned?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned deeply.
He still wanted to extract the secrets of the Valyrian Ruins from Euron Greyjoy's mouth.
He hadn't expected such a famous pirate to suddenly drown in this unfamiliar sea.
Looking at the warship still burning with Dragonflame in the sea, Viserys Targaryen suddenly understood.
As a major villain who dominated the seas in the later stages of Game of Thrones, Viserys Targaryen did not believe he would die so easily.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly.
"Dragonflame—"
The next moment, accompanied by the command in High Valyrian, a huge golden Dragonflame shot out, and the surrounding wild dragons also began to breathe fire upon the warship below!
"Bang!"
The huge keel instantly broke, and the deck shattered into pieces, floating on the dilapidated sea.
"Euron Greyjoy, where else do you plan to hide?"
Viserys Targaryen, riding Yangyan, hovered in mid-air, saying playfully.
Seeing that Viserys Targaryen had no intention of leaving, a disheveled figure finally emerged from the depths of the sea.
He desperately clutched at a floating piece of deck, gasping for breath.
Indeed, it was Euron Greyjoy!
Upon feeling the threat of Viserys Targaryen's dragon, he instinctively jumped into the sea.
But unlike his usual voyages, ahead lay the boundless ocean, and behind him were the desolate Valyrian Doom Ruins where no life existed; for him, both directions were dead ends.
Therefore, when Viserys Targaryen killed all the strange people on the warship, he quietly sneaked to the bottom of the ship, chiseled an opening, and hid there, patiently waiting for Viserys Targaryen to leave.
After all, he believed no one would dare to search a warship full of strange curses and greyscale viruses thoroughly.
However, all of this ultimately could not escape the experienced Viserys Targaryen.
If it had been an ordinary person, he probably would have succeeded.
"Hand over the treasures you obtained from within Valyria, and I will spare your life!"
Viserys Targaryen said coldly.
Facing this ambitious fellow, Viserys Targaryen had no patience to interrogate him.
If he dared to play any tricks, he would burn him to a crisp.
Listening to Viserys Targaryen's ultimatum, Euron Greyjoy couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
He hadn't expected that after years of arduous struggle, he would ultimately only be making a wedding dress for someone else!
Fortunately, there was no enmity between the two, and Viserys Targaryen only sought to plunder his wealth, promising to spare his life.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, brazenly tearing open the package on his chest; a beautiful blue dragon eggs, like a starry sky, was clutched in his hand.
"A sea dragon eggs, this is one of the few treasures even among the forty dragon families of Valyria, priceless, and most suitable for a Dragon King like you!"
He laughed heartily, cooperating perfectly as he tossed it in front of Viserys Targaryen: "Now, can I go?"