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Chapter 80 Burning Lannister

Although the raiders of Greyjoy have always been referred to as "the Kings," such as King Dalton, King Dagon, and King Coron.

But Balon was the only one who formally accepted the driftwood crown, was baptized by the three drowned men, and declared himself the "Iron King," independent of the Seven Kingdoms.

Baron had a bigger reputation, and he was the one who would get beaten the most later.

After the ceremony, King Balon of the Iron Islands, accompanied by his brother, son, and other important figures of the Iron Islands, walked to the barren hill and looked out over the deep sea.

"We must revive the great legacy of the Grey Sea King," Baron declared devoutly. "Strength is superior to hard work!"

"The dead live on!" Victalion shouted in unison.

"The dead live on!"

"King Baron!"

The Greyjoy family still enjoys immense prestige, having been chosen after the ruthless Harren was burned at the stake, and thus wields considerable influence.

The first families of the Ironborn over the centuries have been the Greyjoy family, the Hall family, and the Greyjoy family.

All Ironborn families claim that their lineage can be traced back to the "Grey Sea King" and his descendants from the Age of Heroes.

The only exception is the Goblet family, who believe themselves to be descendants of the Gray Sea King's loyal brother.

At the time the election of kings was still held, only the Greyjoy and Goblet families had produced more kings than the Greyjoy family.

House Greyan claims to be the direct descendants of the Grey Sea King, more than twice the number of any other family.

House Greyjoy had long been wiped out by the combined forces of House Oakwood, House Drum, House Hall, and House Greyjoy, backed by Andal pirates, mercenaries, and leaders.

The bloodline of Greyan cannot save them; the Ironborn are a ruthless and heartless bunch.

"Father, now that you have become king, once Lannisport is set ablaze, our fate will be sealed," Prince Rodrik said excitedly.

"That's right," Maren agreed.

The crow looked at the two little sea monsters; they were too young.

The cruel god of war shows no mercy just because they are young.

Moreover, if these two nephews were to die, Crow Eyes would actually consider it a good thing.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," the scholar calmly analyzed again. "The Iron Throne has two large fleets, the Redwyn Fleet and the Royal Fleet, which are far more numerous than ours."

"Now that the dragon is gone, Robert gained the throne with his warhammer. We only need to ignite a single fire, and the whole land will be ablaze—the Reach, Dorne, the Royal Country, the Riverlands," Victarion said optimistically.

"That's it." Baron nodded in satisfaction. Victalion was practically his alter ego, and he was very pleased.

In comparison, Baron was somewhat wary of his second brother, Croweye, who was full of evil intentions, and Baron always felt that his eyes were full of mockery.

Raveneye didn't want to be a tool like Victarion; he wanted more.

"The Iron Islands and the Iron Throne are too far apart in strength. The Green Lands are stronger than the Barren Islands, Baron."

"And they are a king, and those former royalists hate Robert even more than they hate us," the scholar Harlow continued to persuade.

"Alright, Chief Harlo. Many things are not about whether you can or cannot, but about whether you dare to. I believe that the innate bravery of us Ironborn can conquer the Greenlands and influence the Seven Kingdoms." Baron clenched his fist, allowing no room for doubt.

"The Iron Fleet launched a surprise attack this morning, severing the Lion's arm and burning the fleet to the ground. We'll plunder Lannisport first, giving the leaders a taste of what's to come. If we succeed, the Riverlands and the Westerlands will be open to us," Raveneye explained.

"Let's do it this way." Baron nodded in satisfaction. "Move forward, and we must be quick. Although I've forbidden merchant ships from leaving the Iron Islands, this information might still leak out. We need a surprise attack."

"Then we'll just wait for Uncle's plan to succeed. Once the Western Fleet falls, those cowardly Sanhe people will be even less able to resist us," Rodrik said optimistically.

Baron's forces were divided into three groups: his brother Raveneye, Victalion, and Illum, who were to attack the western border.

His two sons formed a group and attacked the river region.

Judging from this configuration, you can tell that Baron also looks down on the people of the Riverlands.

The Three Rivers region is rich, but it lacks a large fleet and many good knights.

Baron's choice of partners was also intended to pave the way for his sons.

An iron race that does not engage in burning, killing, and looting will find it difficult to secure the position of the Iron King.

Victalion is a bull, while that crow-eyed one is an evil raven.

In the morning, Lannes Port had just opened, as if awakening from the chill of the sea fog.

Suddenly, large patches of dark clouds appeared on the sea, resembling black sharks.

The sails of the fleet also bear golden sea monster symbols.

It is the Iron Fleet, the ace of the Iron Islands.

The Ironborn chose the perfect moment; they seized the opportunity when the Lannister fleet was anchored at the harbor, intending to burn the Golden Fleet to the ground.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The lookouts at Lannisport immediately rang the alarm bells, trying to wake the fleet commander and the members of the port garrison.

Historically, Lannesport has been robbed many times, so they are no strangers to their old friends.

The Lannistersport garrison is said to be more well-trained than the Oldtown or King's Landing garrison.

But Ironborn wasn't one to sit idly by; he was a pirate born to make a living at sea.

Moreover, the iron-fed forces were caught off guard by the Lannistersport fleet's deliberate actions, leaving them no time to retaliate.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!" The garrison soldiers and sailors of Lannisport cried out sharply.

But it was too late to save the fleet; most of the sailors and garrison soldiers were on shore.

Those soldiers in red robes and lion helmets could not possibly swim onto the boat.

The golden fleet is now anchored in the harbor, and the people of Lannister can only watch helplessly as the iron fleet with the golden sea monster pattern rampages.

The fire-breathing crossbow spewed forth angry flames, and the catapults fired barrels of pitch and boiling oil.

In addition, the Iron Fleet's size and agility allowed it to divide the entire cumbersome Golden Fleet.

This was not a regular ocean-going naval battle, but a sneak attack, a specialty of the Ironhide.

One after another, the magnificent golden lion warships began to burn, and the Sunset Sea looked as if it were on fire.

"Kill them all!" roared Commander Victarion of the Iron Fleet. "We will bring carnage with fire and sword as a tribute to the drowning god."

Victalion was clad in heavy armor and wielded a battle axe.

Even on longships, he preferred to wear heavy armor, believing that not wearing armor was a sign of cowardice.

The Iron Fleet commander's ship rammed into a golden warship, followed by a fierce boarding action.

"Die!" Victalion ran aboard the golden warship, his heavy axe slicing across the captain's hand.

The blond, blue-eyed captain's sword-wielding hand was severed by Victorion.

Then, with a sudden shove, the captain, who had lost a hand and was wailing in pain, was pushed into the sea and drowned.

The commander of the Iron Fleet was as strong as a bull and unstoppable.

Those Lannister sailors wore little armor; sailors disliked wearing armor and could only wait to die one by one.

The blond sailors came running with longswords, battle axes, or spears.

Lannister Harbor is full of Lannister's distant relatives, worthless lions, but very loyal to their own kind.

The sea monster charged left and right, severing the first person's hand, cutting off the second person's shoulder, and then pushing the third person into the sea.

In boarding battles fought on turbulent hulls, iron is undoubtedly the most important weapon.

"Commander-in-Chief! Commander-in-Chief!" The Ironborn laughed heartily, rejoicing in the pain they had brought.

The Iron Seeds did not waste any lives.

They took everything of value from the dead and warships; the gold artifacts of Lannesport were very famous and many sailors carried them.

Iron Man would take bloodstained gold rings or necklaces, gold breastplates, and gold weapons from the dead, cut off the gold prows of ships, and then make a fortune.

"It's over, everything is ruined," the garrison commander lamented, watching helplessly as the Ironborn ran rampant and burned down the Lannisport fleet.

To put it bluntly, the people of the Westerlands have fallen into a clear error of empiricism.

The commander of the Lannesport garrison stood atop the high watchtower, utterly despondent.

First, Tywin Lannister was a powerful figure, the king's father-in-law, and a long-time powerful lord.

With such power, who would dare to rob us?

In contrast, Baron was still a young man who had only been on the throne for a few years.

Secondly, there is King Coron's peaceful stance. Coron is one of the few sea monsters who dislikes the ancient road, prohibits private plundering, and even allows scholars and monks to go ashore.

In the peaceful years, the people of the West have somewhat forgotten the terror brought by the Iron Seed.

"Let's go!" Victorion said triumphantly, leading the Iron Fleet back to port.

Without the fleet's fighting power, Lannisport was unable to pursue.

He won a great victory, and the sailors plundered the treasure one by one.

Now, the entire Sunset Sea belongs to them.

Next, they can freely plunder towns along the western coast and also freely plunder the nearby Riverlands.

The ocean seemed to be tinged with a red glow, a glow of flames and blood.

The crow's eyes greedily stared at the layer of firelight, listening to the wails coming from within the flames.

He enjoys killing, and even more so, he enjoys killing people.

"I will ultimately bring chaos," Crow-Eye thought with satisfaction.

Apart from the ships being repaired at the Casterly Rock shipyard, the entire Golden Fleet had been annihilated, its wreckage echoing in the flames.

Flames licked the hulls of ship after ship until they engulfed the pride of Lannisport.