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#451 - Chapter 185: Throat Sea Battle (I)

Theon: "Of course. We need to purchase a large number of weapons, armor, and other war materials. At the same time, we also hope to get some information about Euron's fleet movements."

Shawn: "These are not problems. Our Dawn Trading Company has ample inventory to meet your needs. As for Euron's fleet movements, we will do our best to gather relevant information, but we cannot guarantee it will be accurate. However, I must remind you that your funds may not be sufficient to cover all expenses."

Yara: "We brought some treasures, including gold, gems, and pearls. In addition, we have some precious items, such as ancient works of art. If necessary, we can also use them to offset part of the payment."

Shawn: "Certainly, madam. These treasures and items are also useful to us. Then I will have someone appraise them. That way, you should be able to pay most of the expenses. For the remaining amount, we can negotiate a reasonable repayment plan."

Theon: "Thank you, Shawn. We are very grateful for your help. However, we have another request. We need to find a safe place to store our supplies and ships."

Shawn: "That's not a problem either. Our trading company has its own warehouses and docks that can be provided for your use. Moreover, we will ensure the safety of your supplies."

Yara: "Excellent. Then let's start purchasing supplies as soon as possible. Time is short, and we must prepare as quickly as possible."

Shawn: "Okay. I will arrange for staff to assist you in selecting the necessary supplies and ensure everything goes smoothly. Good luck to you, Lord Theon, Lady Yara."

With Shawn's promise, Theon and Yara began to get busy. They quickly listed the required supplies and discussed prices and transaction details with the Dawn Trading Company staff. At the same time, they were also working hard to raise more funds to ensure the smooth completion of this procurement operation.

Theon returned to his residence with a complex expression. Seeing his brother's bad mood, Yara did not disturb him. Theon unfolded the intelligence reports and carefully examined them, analyzing any favorable news for himself. Suddenly, he called out to Yara who was about to leave: "Yara, don't go yet, take a look at this, it's about our dear uncle."

In the year 304 of Aegon's Conquest, upon this vast and boundless sea, the blue sky was like a wash, and the sunlight scattered golden light, illuminating the calm sea surface. However, beneath this tranquil appearance, there was an undercurrent of surging tides, a massive fleet that blotted out the sky was slowly sailing through the waves.

This fleet flew a fearsome banner: the black kraken. This banner symbolized distant plunderers, and they were the Iron Fleet coming from afar, carrying endless ambition.

Euron Greyjoy stood at the bow, his cold and sharp blue eyes staring ahead. A faint smile hung on his face, but behind this smile was hidden deep cunning and calculation, as if the whole world was in his control.

"Head for Dragonstone, full speed ahead!" Euron's voice was low and powerful, like a muffled thunder echoing in the sky above the fleet. His gaze locked onto the distant target, his eyes flashing with greed and ambition. He knew that Dragonstone was their target and the key to realizing their ambitions.

The crew members heard Euron's order and responded with loud shouts, their voices converging into a passionate wave, resounding through the sky. They were full of passion and fighting spirit, ready to meet the challenges ahead. Euron's leadership made them believe that as long as they followed him, they would gain endless wealth and glory.

With Euron's order, the Iron Fleet began to accelerate, their ships cutting through the waves, speeding towards Dragonstone. The sails were filled with wind, making a whooshing sound, as if it were a battle horn. Euron stood at the bow, feeling the sea breeze, and a sense of heroic ambition surged in his heart. He believed that this action would change everything, and he would become the master of this world.

Stonehedge and Sharp Point on Massey's Hook were the first to spot the mighty Iron Fleet approaching. The lords of both locations quickly lit the beacons on the shore, fulfilling their ancient duty.

On Dragonstone, the watchmen naturally saw the billowing smoke rising from the beacon towers. They quickly sounded the alarm, warning of the impending threat. The soldiers within the island nervously prepared their defenses, and Driftmark nearby also received the warning.

The Iron Fleet was getting closer and closer, carrying an aura of destruction and fear. Euron stood at the bow, wearing the Valyrian steel half-armor he had looted from the Summer Sea, his scimitar pointing directly at the vaguely visible Dragonstone. His hideous face revealed a smug smile, his eyes flashing with greed and cruelty.

Euron said to the people on the ship: "Do you see that? That is Dragonstone. As long as I take it, I will be the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. I guarantee that all of you will get rich. Go! Kill all the enemies and take their gold and women!"

Euron's voice echoed in the ears of every crew member, making their blood boil. They followed Euron, craving wealth, power, and glory.

"Loot money, loot food, loot women!" With Euron's order, the Ironborn sailors let out wolf-like howls of joy. They raised the weapons in their hands, their eyes flashing with greed and brutality, like a pack of hungry wolves.

However, not everyone was swept up in this frenzy. Some veteran sailors, relying on years of sailing experience, keenly sensed something was wrong. According to rumors, the Dragonstone fleet had long blockaded the Gullet, making it difficult for any merchant ships heading to King's Landing to pass. But strangely, they had not encountered any enemy warships along the way, not even a patrolling small boat. Even more puzzling was that, from a distance, the harbor of Dragonstone was completely empty of ships.

Euron stood at the bow, anticipating the arrival of victory. He believed that he would become the overlord of this sea, controlling everything.

When the Iron Fleet finally arrived at Dragonstone, Euron stood at the bow, looking at the crowds running around on Dragonstone, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He secretly felt complacent, these people were all targets he was about to conquer. And Dragonstone would become his stepping stone to a higher position.

Euron did not hesitate to issue the order to attack. The new large warships of the Iron Islands were equipped with a heavy scorpion crossbow on the bow, and also equipped with 1-3 small catapults. The sailors began loading ammunition with a chuckle. They excitedly looked forward to the upcoming battle, their eyes flashing with greed and ambition.

In just an instant, at least three hundred incendiary bombs were launched by the catapults. These incendiary bombs drew an arc in the air, smashing towards Dragonstone with raging fire. Their target was Dragonstone, and about half of them fell on the coastal fortresses.