Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 309 Bloodworm Disease
The onset of the disease was so sudden that the symptoms caused by the plague were even more severe.

Victarion did not last more than a week. The moment before, he still had a throwing axe on his waist. The half-man-high axe was resting on the captain's chest with its end carved with a ferocious sea monster. He leaned on the slippery and shaking deck of the warship, looking down on the sailors and the surging waves, like a giant on the sea. All the Ironmen crew members who came from thousands of miles away placed their trust in Victarion's upright figure without hesitation.

The next moment he was lying on the bed, his forehead burning as if it was on fire. He suddenly turned from a giant on the deck into a poor ghost with only half his life left.

There was a constant surge of orange-red undercurrents flowing on the surface of his skin, like bloodworms wriggling in his blood vessels.

This doesn't look like the symptoms of the pale mare's "blood plague"...

Maester Calvin, who had been following the Invincible Iron Bell in the Shield Islands, timidly said to the iron race crew:
"Lord Victarion, he, he..."

"What's wrong with him? Can you be more decisive?" The impatient man had already grabbed the bachelor's collar, shouting angrily, spitting all over his face.

"It seems that the sissy wants someone to discipline him again, hahaha!" An Ironborn stared with round eyes, looking up and down at the bachelor.

Maester Calvin immediately trembled with fear. He looked quite feminine and was raped by three ironmen not long after he boarded the ship. When he complained to Victarion, he only received a dagger and a cold response: "Take the dagger and take revenge yourself."

But he was still a scholar serving the nobles of the Green Land after all, and ultimately he could not use the Iron Bell's method. He chose to accept the dagger, but did not dare to take revenge.

"Let him speak!" One-Eared Wolfe shouted at the ironborn, driving them away and dragging the maester to him. "Speak!"

"He doesn't look like he rode a pale mare. He has a high fever, diarrhea, and intestinal bleeding, but..." The maester paused as usual, but a slap from Wolfe made him dare not pause. "But Lord Victarion has all these symptoms at the same time, and I'm afraid they are not the main symptoms. This, this, I have never seen anything like this under his skin. I am not very knowledgeable..."

"Get out!" One-Eared Wolfe pushed the bachelor away and staggered out.

Wulf paused at the door to Victarion's cabin, hesitated for a moment, and knocked.

"Captain..." Wolfe started, but didn't know how to continue.

"What is it?" Victarion gasped, as if choking on the words.

Wolfe opened his mouth but said nothing, "You, you have the plague." He didn't know how to beat around the bush, so he just said it straight out.

There was silence in the cabin for a long time before Victarion's voice was heard.

"I know."

"That useless maester is totally useless. He said that you can't make up for it in the Westerosi way because you didn't ride a pale mare. I think he is a complete coward!" Wolfe scolded the maester loudly, as if he had found an outlet to vent his anxiety and fear.

Victarion remained silent until he heard the hesitant steps outside the door.
"That woman..." Victarion said of the dark-skinned woman.

"Thrown into the sea." Wolfe answered without hesitation.

"All right..." Victarion said weakly, turning over inside.

"Captain?" Wolfe asked, "What should we do next?"

No one likes inappropriate silence, especially the silence at the last moment when the road ahead is filled with the premonition of crisis and death.

Wolfe was a little nervous. He twisted his nose and clenched his fists. They got the dragon. Although they didn't see the Dragon Queen, they were half successful after all.

"Open the door." The most unexpected words came from behind the door.

"What?" Wolfe felt like he didn't hear clearly.

The door moved slightly.

Wolfe retreated again and again.

"Keep the crew away from me," Victarion said, and Wulf ran down the corridor of the cabin, shouting, "Scatter! Scatter!"

The crew looked at him in disbelief, but he did not stop. Wolfe was the best iron bell snatcher. The sailors stood in all directions, and some even hung on the mast and looked down.

"The captain is coming out!" When Wolfe shouted this, everyone moved faster.

Victarion looked at his palms. The scars left from his departure from Westeros were still there and had not healed yet.

The wound was red with a hint of pink, which reminded Victarion of how, as a child, he had called Euron a pink pig from the Greyjoy family, doomed to be good for nothing.

The blood-stained Greyjoy family has a treacherous pink. Victarion dragged his tired body and walked step by step along the water-soaked corridor towards the light outside.

In an instant, sunlight covered his entire body.

The sleeping dragon was awakened, and seeing the red flow surging all over his body, it was so scared that it started to roar and flapped its wings backwards. The powerful force even gave people the illusion that the battleship was being moved.

The Ironborn looked at him in silence.

Victarion drew nearer the sea, shortsword in hand, and leaned over the side of the ship, breathing deeply.

His strong body remained the same, which made the red fluid under his skin look even more hideous.

"Wolfe shall succeed me as captain of your ships," Victarion said, leaving no room for doubt. "When I am gone, all shall turn their ships about, and take the dragons back to the Iron Islands. Though I hate Euron, he is your king . . . If he is right, follow him. If he is wrong, my brother and my daughter and my son . . . "

No one denied it. Everyone knew Wolfe's position in the Iron Fleet. At least Tie Zhong, who came from a humble background, would not deny it. But who knew about those in the Pike family?

"Did you hear that?" Victarion glanced at the three Pike brothers.

"Yes, Captain."

Victarion nodded, looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes to enjoy the last few rays of sunlight, put the dagger to his neck, and fell into the sea alone.

The Ironborn gathered around the deck, all looking down.

As Victarion's body entered the sea, it was as if the ocean was boiling, emitting hot steam. Bloody insects emerged from his body, and in an instant they sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared without a trace.

There was silence and only fear remained.

Wolfe wiped the sweat from his forehead and stretched his arms over his head, "You heard it, turn the boat around and return!"

The dragon's roar continued, and the little dragon called Viserion still stretched its neck vigilantly, constantly looking left and right, sniffing again and again, as if the danger was still not far away.

What creature could it be that even dragons fear? Wulf shuddered, swallowed, and tightened his grip on the axe handle.

……

Daenerys woke up in Drogon's arms. The black dragon held her tightly with its wings, spewing fire from its mouth and roaring at the Dothraki approaching them.

"Drogon!" Dany shouted. She grasped the scales of Drogon with her hands, straining her forearms as she climbed up. "We need to move!"

The Dothraki looked at Daenerys riding on Drogon in surprise, muttered a few words, and rode away on his horse with a "whoosh".

"We need to get back to Meereen," Daenerys said. "The pyramids! The city! We need to go back!"

Drogon exhaled hot breath through his nose, flapped his wings, and flew into the air.

"Finally," Dany thought, but she looked at the direction the dragon was flying, her eyes wide. "This is not the direction of Meereen. Where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)