Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 303 Defeat
Victarion stepped onto the shore and looked indifferently at the chaotic Yunkai'i people on the battlefield and the Ghis Iron Legion who were caught in a pincer attack. The ground was littered with broken spears and discarded spiked helmets.

He swung the giant axe, threw the head in his hand to the ground, and stepped on it.

The ironborn marauders spread out, waving around Victarion like a fan scented with sea salt.

"Captain," One-Eared Wolfe came over, "the Dragon Queen's army is about to win."

Victarion spit out his cigarette and onto the ground. "Let's go," he said, striding forward. "Help the dragon queen deal with these little bastards."

The dragons were screaming in the sky, and every roar went deep into Victarion's heart. He walked forward with his head held high, trying to memorize the dragon's appearance. He felt an urge to take the dragon's horn right now and have some unfortunate person blow it so that the dragon would submit to him.

"Warriors of the Ironborn, present the heads of these aliens to the Drowned God!"

Roars rose from the seashore to the Yunkai'i slave legions, and the ironborn's round shields and throwing axes thundered down upon the Yunkai'i axis.

Jorah Mormont's cavalry restricted the space of the Yunkai cavalry, making it impossible for them to turn around and face the three rows of Unsullied's spears head-on. The battlefield instantly turned into a symphony of swords and howling, a picture of blood and broken legs of war horses. The Unsullied's spears went in and out, and the unmounted snipers were pulled into the shield formation by the Unsullied with short swords and hacked to death. The Yunkai cavalry basically died after losing their mobility.

Grey Worm was like a puppeteer, constantly swinging his sword and giving orders to the five thousand Unsullied, "Advance!! Retreat!!"

Many of Yunkai's slaves have already defected, the mercenary camp is still in internal turmoil, and the fire in the nobles' tents is brighter than dragon flames, especially in the dark night, it can probably be seen clearly from miles away.

The warships of Qartheen were hit directly by the sudden attack of the Iron Fleet. The Ironmen's fire attack ships were unstoppable, exposing the extremely amateur Qartheen navy crowded in the Slaver's Bay, forcing them to give up their most advantageous crossbow speculation and choose to engage in close combat with the experienced Ironmen raiders.

The sound of swords clashing could be heard everywhere, from the sea to the shore, from the shore to the river mouth, from the river mouth to the city wall, from the city wall to the military camp.
Jorah took off his broken armor and threw away the shirt inside the armor, revealing his strong physique.

The squire was dead, and his messenger replaced by a lad from the Summer Isles.

"The fleet of Qarth was ineffective. It was attacked by a sudden fleet, which seemed to be a pirate fleet."

"Greyjoy," Jorah gasped. He was lucky to have been wounded by an arrow in the chest, not to mention the wound he suffered in the tourney, not to mention the Battle of the Trident, which nearly cost him his life. He was nearly killed by Darry's knights. "A foolish but powerful family. They are the wolves of the sea."

"Grey." The messenger tried to pronounce Greyjoy's name, but gave up and directly reported their achievements. "This army attacked the Iron Legion of Ghis from behind, solving the urgent problem at the north gate."

"Simon," Jorah said, "how is he?"

The messenger shook his head in the face of Qiao La's disappointed gaze. "I don't know. I can only get some hasty news."

Jorah smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder. "You performed very well. Tell the cavalry in the city gate that we still have a long battle to fight. The Yunkai'i, Ghis, and others are about to lose. We need to chase them down and capture their commanders to feed them to the dragons."

He stood up, stretched his muscles, making a creaking sound, picked up "Atonement" and waved it in the air, found the new warhorse handed to him by the groom, patted the horse's mouth, and climbed on.

"Let's go, let's go!" The cavalry captains shouted one after another, and dozens of cavalrymen in the city gate tower quickly stood up, picked up their weapons, and mounted their horses.

"Boom!~" The iron hinges rubbed against each other again, and the cavalry rushed out, bypassing the Unsullied and passing the Yunkai cavalry who were surrounded and had lost their mobility advantage. Jorah ordered his cavalry to shout loudly, calling on the nearby Dragon Queen's soldiers to join them, ride their own or the enemy's horses, and rush towards the nobles' tents again.

The enemy's war elephants became chaotic in their own camp, and their huge bodies became a nuisance to the New Ghis camp on the other side of the river.

They were still far away from him, Jorah thought, let's get rid of the Yunkai nobles first. He held his sword horizontally, swept away the spears of the camel cavalry reinforcements from Qarth, knocked down a slower cavalryman with one sword, and got out from the middle, continuing to move towards the nobles' tents.

The war lasted from late night to dawn, from the deep, dim black to the thin, golden-edged white, until his arms became weak, his thighs trembled, and the horse under his crotch gasped for breath and almost foamed at the mouth.

"We won." Jorah wiped the blood off his face and looked at the wise lords and commanders kneeling on the ground.

“Dragon Queen,” the messenger coughed. An arrow had pierced his throat. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the arrow had been shot from a long distance. When it hit him, it had already lost its power, and only some blood flowed. However, it still frightened the young man. He staggered and murmured, “Long live the Dragon Queen, long live the Dragon Queen.”

Jorah held the sword, steadied his center of gravity, and looked into the distance. Familiar figures appeared in his blurred vision. They were wearing ironborn attire, round shields, tall helmets, iron axes, and short swords.
He was his enemy during the war to suppress Greyjoy's rebellion, but now he is his ally, and thousands of miles away from Westeros and his hometown. The gods are really playing tricks on him.
"Excuse me," Jorah dismounted and stepped forward, "Which Greyjoy lord is coming to support us? I am Jorah Mormont, the Hand of the Dragon Queen Daenerys Targaryen and of House Mormont."

The first Ironborn stepped forward. "I have fought you before." The Ironborn in front of him bared his teeth, his beard covered his cheeks, and it was obvious that he was missing an ear. "I owe this ear to you, Wulf, the One-Eared Wulf under Lord Victarion."

Jorah Mormont frowned. "Victarion?"

"Yes," Victarion stood out from the crowd. He recognized him immediately. Among all the ironmen, he was the only one with extraordinary bearing. His tall body was matched with expensive armor, and he held a huge axe that was half the size of a man in his hand. "Victarion Greyjoy, I came to the East Continent at the command of the King of the Iron Islands to support the Dragon Queen. I will use the entire Iron Fleet as a betrothal gift to marry Daenerys Targaryen and make her my rock wife."

"How outrageous! How could the Dragon Queen marry a pirate!" The messenger's mouth was covered by Jorah as soon as he opened his mouth.

Jorah looked at him fiercely. "Shut your mouth!" Then he turned to look at Victarion. "There are many suitors, but it depends on the queen's opinion. Not everyone is qualified to marry the queen."

Victarion smiled and turned to look at the vast Iron Fleet. "You will soon see why I am worthy. The Dragon Queen will be wise to choose me."

Jorah pursed his lips and responded with silence.

"Where is the queen?" Victarion asked again.

Jorah shook his head. "Somewhere in the Dorask Sea, no one knows."

"That's all right." Victarion looked at the two dragons flying in the sky. "I remember there were three."

"Another follows the dragon queen," Jorah said. "Drogon is her mount."

Victarion showed his teeth, and to Jorah's surprise, they were quite white.

"It's alright," he nodded to the people around him, and the Ironborn walked towards the sea. "The Queen deserves one."

Jorah frowned. "All three dragons are the Queen's children. All three are worthy of her."

"I understand, Ser Jorah, Jorah of House Mormont," Victarion said, turning. "I remember you, the second to come upon Pyke. I admire you. I hope we will not be enemies."

Jorah shook his head in confusion, "I thought we were friends."

"I should hope so." Victarion strode away, not stopping.

(End of this chapter)