Subjugating the Game of Thrones

Chapter 11 Drowned Man（5）

In the vast ocean, the sails swollen by the sea breeze seemed like three fierce sea monsters, and the drifting boat tried its best to hide quietly to avoid their sight, but all this was in vain.

When the Drowned Man identified the other side, the three-masted warship had already surged towards the direction of the small boat.

Although knowing it was impossible to get rid of it, the small boat still began to turn around and escape.

At this time, it hadn't been long since Blackheart Heron was burned to death, and the Iron Islands were in a civil war. Almost every island had a king, which means that every island is basically an enemy of the other islands.

"The Kraken has not claimed a crown, but he is not our friend!"

The Drowned Man declared this, and facing the approaching huge warship, a trace of determination flashed on his face. Then he didn't care about the others, and he jumped into the sea with a splash.

Unfortunately, this move was useless.

When the other people on the boat were detained on the ship, several enemy sailors wearing thin coarse shorts and bare-chested jumped into the sea. After a while, they pulled out the drowned man who had run away in advance - the other party looked tall and heavy, but the weakness brought by the storm not long ago had not completely dissipated.

"A group of traitors, you will not get any message from me. The great Drowned God will punish you sooner or later!" He declared when he was captured.

Lann watched all this on one side, his face full of bad luck.

Storm, shipwreck, and capture, he has not met anything good since he came in, and what should he do next, be beheaded?

Or be pressed into the sea and drowned again?

At this time, he was kneeling on the deck, with a one-eyed bald old sailor and another small brown-haired sailor tightly holding his arms behind him, and the drunkard and the cook next to him were also treated the same way.

"Your Excellency, everything has nothing to do with us, we are just honest fishermen." The old drunkard pleaded for mercy, but after being slapped by the fat sailor with a pointed chin behind him, he really became honest.

"This road is too long, and I am worried about not finding fun."

A sailor said while l*****g his lips, but just at this moment, the surrounding sailors made a commotion. Then there were greetings one after another.

"Leader."

"Leader Viken!"

"We caught a drowned man!"

...

Lann looked up along the sound and saw a tall middle-aged man with a big nose, strong facial features, and deep eye sockets coming through many sailors.

"Viken Greyjoy." The drowned priest saw this and gritted his teeth.

The visitor's lips were tight, not fully armed, but also wearing leather armor, long pants, and hard cowhide boots. Lann's attention was basically on the relief emblem on the front of the other party's brown leather armor.

Like the ship's sails, the emblem was also a black bottom gold sea monster like a big squid, but unlike the sails, he was close enough to Lann.

For the surname Greyjoy, Lann is quite familiar with it, which comes from a tragic eunuch in a previous life's memory, a neurotic "teleportation" patient, and of course, it is mainly due to some education after reincarnation.

Regardless of the previous life, as far as he knows now, the Greyjoy family in the Iron Islands is equivalent to the Baratheon family in the Stormlands, belonging to the ranks of vassals, dukes, and great nobles.

Of course, that was the case in Lann's era, and he doesn't know much about it now.

The only thing he knows is that whether it's history or the "contemporary era," the ancient Greyjoy family is not an easy-going family, and their family motto can prove this - strength is better than hard work.

As for the person in front of him...

Lann, who is staring at the "wriggling" emblem of the other party, squints his eyes, and for a while, he seems to be quietly listening.

In fact, the conversation between the other party and the drowned man is indeed related to the fate of their group of people.

"Are you going to support the Sunkenwood Fort?" The words without a trace of tremor and redundant sound lines sound calm and majestic, and with this deep blue eye, just by opening his mouth, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

And the drowned man who had just jumped into the sea in an attempt to avoid the kraken now tried to straighten his chest, and his tone was high.

"We are fighting for the great Drowned God!"

He hasn't finished speaking yet, and the two sailors behind him cursed and pressed him fiercely, but this made the drowned man's voice even angrier.

"God will punish you traitors! Yes, let's wait and see!"

"Drowned people cannot represent the great Drowned God, especially you guys who support the so-called son of God." The visitor said expressionlessly, but he still gave orders to the sailors.

"Let him go."

So the drowned man staggered to his feet.

"This is just a small step for you to seek redemption." He claimed.

This made the leader named Viken laugh.

"I'm not stupid enough to take you to the island for disposal, which would be seen as a provocation to the Drowned God by many fools." He said, "I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense. So if you don't surrender now, then this sea is your final destination."

The drowned man laughed instead of listening, "We come from the sea and will eventually return to the sea. Come on, I am ready to step into the great Drowned God's water palace!"

"Then satisfy you." Viken Greyjoy heard the words and waved his hand, then turned his head and left - for him, this is obviously just a small episode.

Three prisoners were therefore dragged up, preparing to be thrown into the sea.

But at this time, a voice suddenly sounded, "According to the custom, prisoners can be redeemed."

Viken, the king of the Greyjoy family, turned around and glanced at the speaker, his expression as if he had just discovered that there was such a person, but then the other party's words made him involuntarily take a bit of interest.

"The drowned man is named Lucas, and he is highly valued by the king. If you keep him, you can get something more valuable than a corpse."

"The customs of the Green Land are not applicable here." Looking at the brown-haired and blue-eyed young man not far away, Greyjoy said, "Moreover, the drowned man is not a lord, keeping him will only bring trouble."

"Then t*****e him." The young man said, "You seem to be going to Oak Island? It's a coincidence, we were also there, but we encountered a storm, and you don't care about our original purpose?"

"No matter what your purpose is."

Greyjoy pointed out, "It has sunk into the sea with the storm."

"If that's the case, why did the drowned man just run away?" The brown-haired young man, Lann, reminded the other party.

"He knew that there was no boat jumping into the sea would only be drowned to death, but he jumped. He also knew that as long as he was tough, you wouldn't keep him, and that's the fact. Look, you are about to throw him into the sea, isn't this what he wants?"

"You know the inside story?"

"I'm just a small soldier." The young man's tone seemed dissatisfied, "Apart from knowing that we are going to Oak Island to fight for the king, I don't know anything else, and I don't even know who the enemy is. Do you think this is normal? The enemy is not clear, is there any value to keep secret?"

This made the drowned man on one side look a little different, and then he scolded, traitor, chameleon, etc., but Lann just glanced at the other party and ignored it.

"A living drowned man may not be useful, but the dead are definitely worthless." He insisted.

Viken Greyjoy couldn't help but touch the handle of a silver axe hanging on his waist when he heard the words. After pondering for a moment, he ordered the sailors to temporarily detain the scolding drowned man, and then looked at the brown-haired young man with great interest again.

"I may keep the drowned man, but there is no reason to keep you who know the truth."

"We have just betrayed Old Wyck Island." Lann confessed, "If we betray you again, then there is really no way to live."

He said, glancing at the old drunkard and the cook next to him.

The former nodded vigorously at this, and the latter hesitated a little, but under the tight stare of several sailors next to him, he finally nodded.

"But what value do you have?" The other party asked lightly.

"The cook, Lane, is very good at stewing soup," the cook Lann said was kneeling and shivering beside him, "and he is from Lonely Lighthouse Island, not Old Wyck Island. The people there are very good at fishing."

"The sailors on this ship can all say that." A bald sailor next to him laughed and said, "What do we need a fisherman for? We don't lack cooks either."

"Fishermen are useless, but you can always use them to die in the war."

Lann said, "No matter who you fight, put him in front, and the cost is just some negligible food."

"Keeping you, we still have to send someone to monitor, chameleons are not trustworthy." The sailor who laughed just now collected his smile and shook his head.

"You can't have only us as prisoners, there are no now, there will be in the future." Lann finished and ignored the expression of this person, but looked at the only one here who can make decisions.

"The one with black hair, as long as you give him a pot of wine before the war, he will be more heroic than anyone else."

"That's right!" The old drunkard next to him nodded vigorously.

He doesn't have the backbone of the drowned man. Lann has long found that this person doesn't have much piety towards the Drowned God. He came to be a soldier just to make some war money.

"So what about yourself? Do you want to be a dead man too?" Viken, the king, didn't look at the other two people more, he has been staring at the clever brown-haired and blue-eyed young man in front of him with great interest.

Say so much, isn't it for the last sentence? Lann took a deep breath when he heard the words, then straightened his chest.

"I can read and write!"

As soon as the words came out, he felt that the people around the deck looked at themselves differently.