Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 315: Madwoman's Ritual

Morea watched the burning of the glass candle in the house. The long black column shone with white light, which ordinary people could not look directly at. However, the crazy woman Morea seemed to be completely unaffected by it. She opened her eyes wide and stared directly at the dazzling white light from the top of the candle.

The dragon soared above the town, and red-orange flames with light gold edges spewed on the bricks and tiles of the city wall. There was a loud bang, and dozens of people fell from the city wall, covering themselves in a bloody mess.

The ocean tide poured out from the sewer, spreading to the entire street and even the entire city. The dock at the port was burned down, leaving only ruins. The tall tower in the distance was burning fiercely. Countless books were transported by carriages and horses, filing out and collected by the docked warships.

The tower still stood, but the Greyjoy banner was hoisted and the green fire was extinguished.

Morea was trembling all over, and was so excited that she could hardly control herself.

She stretched out her hand and her fingers touched the white light. It was as if she had touched something solid. Electric current surged through her body, causing her to stagger suddenly and almost fall to the ground.

"Sewer" Morua walked out of the room, muttering to herself, with her hands on the battlements at the edge of the tower, looking down.

The wind lifted her long black hair very gently.

In the distance, a violent storm arose, the tide surged, and the flagpole of Haitar broke with a "snap". The smoky gray burning white tower flag fell from the tall building and hit some stall or workshop, causing a commotion among the crowd on the street corner below.

It seemed like a signal, a signal from the wind, as if someone was controlling the wind, telling her that she could act.

She looked at the surging waves, her heart gradually calmed down, and she turned around and went back to the room.

Morua spread out the book and placed it on a slanted stone slab, which was just the right size for holding books.

The oily yellow paper looked extremely fragile, as if it would disappear into thin air at the slightest touch.

Morea looked at the book carefully. There were new ink marks and old pen marks on it.

The ritual is recorded on it, and its power is very weak, but it fits perfectly with the storm.

"The fire is just right." Moroya remembered what magicians often said thousands of years ago, using it to describe the conditions for the ceremony being sufficient.

She opened the door, and the wind seemed to be isolated and stayed outside, unable to enter the house. There was no trace of wind inside the house, but outside the house the wind was howling.

She pushed open all the windows again. These were not ordinary windows. They were completely dark, as if they were not used for lighting. With the doors and windows closed, the light in the room disappeared as if it had been brought into hell by a stranger. Because of this, the light of the glass candle was particularly conspicuous during the day.

Morua knelt down on her knees, and the wind seemed to receive a signal and rushed into the house. Her long hair suddenly flew up, the pages of the book rolled, and the burning white flame on the top of the glass candle suddenly swayed.

In the distance of the sea, Euron's warships were hidden in the diffuse fog. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and seemed to be rushing towards the old town.

Countless monks, red-robed monks, blue-lipped wizards, and priests of the East Continent's gods, both male and female, old and young, were all tied up and kneeling on the deck.

Their tongues were piled up into a small hill, with many fragments of people's hands and feet in it.

So there was no sound on the boat except for groaning.

The mute crew members drew out their axes and long knives, pointed them at the priests' necks, stared at Euron, and took orders at all times.

Euron looked into the distance, as if his eyes had already seen through the thick fog, across the rolling ocean and raging storms, to the old town and the towering tower.
He blinked, pursed his blue lips, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Euron reached up and took off the black eye patch.

The deep black pupils were exposed to the gaze of the gods.

It also penetrates space and mist, reaching the ritual room of the towering tower.

Morua opened her eyes and looked into Euron's black pupils in the white light of the glass candle.

The white light of the glass candles grew brighter, and the ceremony hut seemed unable to contain it anymore. The white light overflowed and spread outward from the top of the tower.

It even covered the green flames of the towering tower, and the light of the white flames covered the sky above the towering tower.

The tide became more violent, and it seemed as if a ferocious beast was passing by on the seabed.

Their tentacles are extremely long, and when viewed from above they look like rows of black algae swaying in the current.

The drain was pouring sewage toward the sea, mostly the daily drinking water of the old town's common people and the residual wastewater from the manufacturing workshops.

The sea water suddenly flooded over, and the soldiers in the sentry tower stared at the rising sea with wide eyes.

"What kind of weather is this?" exclaimed the soldier of the Old Town garrison. He looked up at the sky, "It's not raining heavily."

As if the gods were responding, heavy rain suddenly fell, and in an instant the rain curtain filled everyone's vision. At the sewer entrance of Oldtown, Beile Hightower left a camp to guard it in case of an emergency.

But no matter how strong the soldiers are, they cannot withstand the surging waves.

The battalion commander was bored, so he picked up a bachelor's book and started reading it. He talked about the essential differences between the red rock in the border area and the green rock in the river bend, and he kept talking about it.

After he finished reading the illustrations in the book, he threw it away, not caring at all about what it said.

"Boom boom boom~"

He frowned and looked around at the soldiers, "What's that noise?"

"Rain, right?" The soldier pointed at the black clouds approaching in the distance. The heavy rain was visible to the naked eye.

"No." The battalion commander stood up, sword in hand, staring at the source of the sound.

"It is." He had seen the clue in the dark of the waterway, and his eyes widened. "Water is coming in! Run!"

With a loud bang, sea water filled the waterway. The sewer pipe covers on the cobblestone road in the old town were suddenly opened and slammed heavily on both sides of the street. Wailing sounds filled the city.

Countless tentacles stretched out from it, rolling up the surrounding pedestrians and dogs, and throwing out deformed flesh and blood.

"Sea monster!"

The fog approached, slowly spreading over the sentinel tower.

"Roar!~" The roar of a giant beast swirled into the ears from the sky.

Oldtown old man Layton Hightower raised his head and looked towards the foggy sky.

dragon!
Viserion breathed red-orange fire, his wings magnified by the shadows of the mist, making him look like Balerion reborn, spreading fear through the city.

"Woo woo woo! Run away!" The soldiers of the garrison were already in a state of panic, and hundreds of them threw away their weapons and armor.

"Stop! You deserters! Deserters shall be punished by death!" No matter how the knights shouted, dozens of sentry towers were already empty.

Baelor rushed into the room, "Father, Euron is calling!"

"Boom!" After that, a fireball rushed onto the wall of the old town, and a tower collapsed.

Dragon flames suddenly gushed out from the foggy sky and filled the battlemented arrow tower.

The sounds of wailing, roaring, fleeing and trampling water came one after another and occurred everywhere on the city wall.

Leyton Hightower did not move. He looked at Baelor, swallowed down his fear, and regained his composure.

"Euron Greyjoy, his dragons and sea monsters are coming."

As Beile listened to his father's statement, he still couldn't believe that such a bizarre and epic scene from a legendary story was actually happening before his eyes.

"Here," Leighton took the badge of the patriarch of the Hightower family out of the drawer and handed it to Baelor.

"This"

Baelor's words were interrupted by Leighton, "Listen, my eldest son, this thing is in your hands, which proves that Hightower's will is in your hands. Take the reputation and soldiers of the Hightower family. Take as many as you can and go to Harrenhal to meet Lord Artis Arryn. Hightower is willing to form an eternal alliance with Arryn."

"then you?"

"Morua, my daughter will marry Euron Greyjoy."

"What?!" Belle exclaimed, not believing what he heard.

"Preserve the fire and the bloodline, take your two brothers with you, and forget about it if you can't take the Oldtown garrison with you," Leighton Hightower said. "I will tell the public that you betrayed me and Oldtown, but it doesn't matter, it won't affect the overall situation. Let's go, let's go!"

Belle took the badge with a trembling hand, "Then, you will represent Old Town."

"Surrender to the sea monster," Layton said with a mocking smile, "Gods, I didn't expect that Hightower would surrender to the sea monster when he came to me. How ironic, how ironic!"

(End of this chapter)