Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Outside the great hall, the soldiers huddled in the distance, shrinking back.

Standing in the middle, "Crow's Eye" Euron seemed more like their master.

He hasn't changed a bit, Victarion thought. He looks exactly the same as the day he left after mocking me.

His hair was still as black as the midnight ocean, without a single white strand, and his face was still smooth and pale, with a neat black beard.

A piece of black leather covered Euron's left eye.

But his right eye was as blue as the summer sky, full of smiles.

Was it mockery, or malice?

The agonizing cries of the wife he had hammered to death with his own hands, the Crow's Eye's taunts during the confrontation, the images and sounds mixed together, Victarion could no longer distinguish them.

"Wet Hair" Aeron stared blankly at Euron.

He was wearing a gray scale armor that Aeron had never seen before—as black as smoke, and as light as a silk shirt to wear.

The edges of the scales were bright gold, shimmering from time to time.

The metal was decorated with patterns—swirls, hieroglyphs, and mysterious symbols, all etched into the steel.

Valyrian steel, Wet Hair knew, his armor was Valyrian steel.

Traveling all over the Seven Kingdoms, no one owns such a piece of Valyrian armor. This kind of thing only appeared more than four hundred years ago, before Valyria was destroyed.

But even then, this thing was worth a kingdom.

The sound of the door opening…

The scream of the rusty iron door chain…

No…

Aeron's hands trembled, and he closed his eyes to pray.

The captains and chieftains in the long hall were sizing up Euron's men.

Black people with skin as dark as asphalt, people from Cohor, Dothraki, Westerosi, and short, hairy guys who looked like apes from Sothoryos.

All kinds of mutes and mixed-race bastards didn't say a word.

The Ironborn captains all knew that all the crew members of the "Silence" had their tongues cut out.

The "Silence" was indeed silent.

"Uncle Euron, you are indeed late. Father returned to the Water Palace last night."

"You've been away for so long, failing to see him one last time, perhaps you should regret it?" Asha responded with her head held high.

The sound broke the deadlock.

Victarion pulled himself out of the painful memories.

Balon had ordered that Euron must not return to the Iron Islands unless he died.

It has been three years.

Crow's Eye had never appeared near the Iron Islands, but today he returned, exactly the day after Balon's death.

Then.

Victarion immediately questioned loudly, "Did you do it?! Violating the blood oath, committing this heinous act of kinslaying that is intolerable to the gods?!"

There was an uproar in the hall.

Yes, when it comes to it, "Crow's Eye" Euron's return is a truly impossible coincidence.

"I received a prophecy."

"Crow's Eye" Euron walked forward calmly, his mute crew closely following him, and the Pike soldiers behind him hesitated.

"The entire Westeros is about to move towards destruction, and the Iron Islands will regain their glory, take back the ancient overlord position, and the decree will be unimpeded again in all places that can hear the sound of the waves."

"So, I'm back."

Euron sighed softly, "I just didn't expect the prophecy to be carried out in this way."

"It turns out that I am to sit on the Seastone Chair."

Euron stated his great ambition plainly and undisguisedly.

Asha, Victarion, and Aeron stood in a line, blocking directly in front of Euron, protecting the sacred Seastone Chair behind them.

"Just now, I heard you shouting 'Queen Asha'?"

Euron didn't care, turned around to face the captains and chieftains in the hall, and left his back to the three people on the high platform.

"My only nephew, Theon, is alive and well. Ironborn, why not choose him?"

Euron asked and answered himself, "Because he is not a free Ironborn, and it is even more impossible for him to become a proud Iron King, lead the Iron Islands to restore the ancient ways, win victories, plunder everything, and own the entire Westeros."

"I can do all of this."

A smile appeared on Euron's face, and his blue-black lips uttered tempting words.

Asha looked sarcastic, and just as she opened her mouth, the Dothraki beside Euron began to fiddle with the arakh in his hand, full of threat.

Victarion gave his niece a look, he wanted to hear what Euron could say.

Asha held back.

The hall was silent, and only Euron's voice continued.

"I am Balon's brother, and I am the eldest brother among the sons of Quellon who are still alive. The blood of King Vickon and the 'Old Kraken' flows in my veins."

Everyone calculated silently.

Euron is indeed more qualified than Victarion. As for Asha, in the Iron Islands, a daughter's rights are not more prioritized than an uncle's.

"And I have sailed farther than any predecessor."

Euron boasted with certainty.

"Among the living Krakens, only one has never tasted failure, only one has never bent his knee, only one has been to Asshai by the Shadow, and witnessed unimaginable miracles and horrors."

Many people nodded secretly.

No captain doesn't know the terrifying legend of the "Silence", what an enviable notoriety.

"And."

Euron dusted off the non-existent dust on his night-colored scale armor.

"Only one has set foot on the fiery ruins of Valyria, discovered shocking secrets, and obtained great power."

"And only one is truly favored by the gods."

"Wet Hair" Aeron shook his head stubbornly, no, the Drowned God would not favor this kind of monster, no, never…

Euron smiled and glanced around.

"Me, or little niece Asha, make a choice, Ironborn."

"Glory, or mediocrity?"

"Crow's Eye" Euron stretched out his right hand, summoning everyone, summoning victory and glory.

The scales on his body shone and flowed.

As if possessing magic.

Donnor Saltcliffe, the head of Saltcliffe Island, was the first to react, and kept hammering on the long table, "Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron…"

Gorold Goodbrother, the lord of Hammerhorn, shouted loudly, "Euron! Crow's Eye! Euron!"

"Euron! Crow's Eye! King Euron!"

Walton Wynch, the head of Ironwood, joined the ranks of supporting Crow's Eye.

Victarion stepped forward and raised his right arm.

"Queen Asha!"

Asha breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that her uncle's determination had not wavered. As long as her uncle supported her, she would not fail.

In Pike, Crow's Eye's "Silence" has no power.

"King Euron!"

"Queen Asha!!!"

"King Euron! King Euron!!"

"…"

The hall fell into chaotic noise. A small half of the people supported Asha, another part supported Crow's Eye, and some were still silent.

"Stop! No entry!"

"Get out of the way! Are you worthy of stopping the special envoy from doing business?! How much is your life worth?"

A discordant voice came from the door again.

Asha looked over.

The guarding soldiers did not dare to do anything on the spot.

Osha, the messenger of the Iron Throne, then crashed in with her people.