Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 122 Bright Moon Mountains - Ambush and Robbery

The massive caravan unloaded all its cargo at the bustling docks of Haijiang City.

The wine barrels and cargo boxes brought by the longboat were carefully transferred to the waiting carriages and pack animals. The sound of metal hoops hitting the stone pavement, the shouts of the drivers, and the hustle and bustle of the port blended together, marking the official start of the land journey.

The convoy then set off, heading south along Kingsway, passing through the ancient ruins of Barrens, the charming but not bustling town of Beauty Village, and finally arriving at the town of Harroway, where they often rest.

After resting for the night in the town, Euron will part ways with the caravan. The caravan will continue upstream to Harrenhal. Euron will then continue on to Springtown, and then to Duskwood, from where he will take a boat to the island.

The plan was good, but unexpected things can always happen along the way.

As the large caravan left the town of Harroway and traveled along the winding King's Road through the hills toward the town of Harroway, danger had long been lurking behind the dense woodlands and jagged rocks on both sides of the road.

The attack occurred without warning.

Deadly projectiles rained down like a deadly hailstorm! Stones whistled down, pebbles launched from slingshots whistled through the air, rough iron axes spun in, and scattered arrows and short spears were aimed straight for the dead—an overwhelming attack that instantly enveloped the caravan.

In the chaos, Euron reacted with lightning speed.

He pulled Lisa closer, using his body as her first line of defense. At the same time, he unleashed his otherworldly paper drawing skills to their fullest potential. His body seemed to lose all weight, transforming into a leaf swaying in the wind, and with an almost precognitive and astonishing intuition, he made small but precise dodges at the last possible moment.

A boulder grazed his cloak and sank into the ground, while a throwing axe embedded itself in the wooden railing of the wagon behind where they had just stood. Protecting Lisa, he executed a swift and fluid low roll, cleverly using the massive wheels of a wagon loaded with cured meats and root vegetables as makeshift cover.

The heavy cargo box blocked most of the direct attacks, but the sounds of arrows and javelins piercing the wooden planks and stones pounding the cargo box were incessant. The salty, pungent smell of cured meat and the earthy odor of vegetables mingled with the rising dust, filling the air around them.

A harsh battle cry ripped through the sky, and nearly a hundred figures, as if emerging from the ground, leaped out from behind the bushes and boulders on the hillside, howling as they charged toward the convoy below.

The attackers, like nightmares emerging from the shadows of the mountains, revealed the chilling characteristics of their respective tribes.

Most of them were burly and hairy, wearing rough fur and rusty "armor," or even just simple patchwork of hard leather. Their weapons were also varied: badly chipped axes, wooden clubs tied with stones, sharpened old sickles, and even sharpened wooden spears.

The warriors of the Black Ears tribe were the most terrifying. Most of them had shriveled, blackened trophies strung on leather ropes around their thick necks. These were ears that had been cut off from the heads of their enemies, swaying as they charged, symbolizing their savage martial prowess.

The members of the Burning Division are covered in horrific scars. Many are missing a finger or have twisted burn scars all over their faces and arms. These are marks left by their cruel rites of passage or internal punishments, making them look like demons crawling out of a fiery hell.

The warriors of the Stone Raven tribe were known for their thick, unruly beards that almost covered half their faces, and their roars were the most savage and loud, as noisy and threatening as a flock of crows.

The more primitive Tree People were almost naked, barely covering themselves with rough-processed tree bark and huge leaves. Their bodies were smeared with mud and moss, and they moved almost into the shadows of the forest. Their wooden spears and stone axes, however, carried deadly intent.

In addition, you can see the slippery, cunning members of the Milk Serpent tribe, as well as the pale-faced, seemingly more active warriors of the Moon People tribe. These primitive tribes have lived in the Moon Mountains of the valley for many years. They often fight amongst themselves due to blood feuds and the struggle for resources, but when faced with a common "fat sheep", they can quickly form a temporary alliance.

Especially now, with the harsh winter just over and food shortages rampant, they have no other means of survival besides robbery.

The recent news of a large caravan laden with goods heading to Harrenhal had already attracted their greedy eyes like the scent of blood attracts sharks. This sizable caravan naturally became a target they had to take down, hoping to make a fortune, have a good meal, and enjoy a prosperous spring.

The air was thick with a nauseatingly sweet odor—the strange, sweet aroma of expensive "Sea Monster" red wine, dripping from smashed oak barrels, mingling with earth and blood. However, this intoxicating fragrance now foreshadowed devastating loss and crisis.

Euron's sharp gaze swept across the battlefield, his heart sinking. When he set out from the Iron Islands, besides Lisa and the loyal "Crackling" Dagmore, he had also carefully selected ten elite Ironborn guards. Now, only eight remained, still able to stand and fight.

The other two met extremely tragic ends: one guard was unable to dodge in time, and a rough but powerful iron axe was embedded squarely in the center of his forehead, his eyes wide open, already dead; the other guard was shot through the mouth by a sharp arrow, the sharp tip even piercing through the back of his head, bringing out red and white substances, a gruesome death.

Just then, like a flood bursting its banks, the howling mountain clan warriors broke through their initial ranged attacks, rushing forward like frenzied beasts. They clashed fiercely with the remaining guards of the caravan and Euron's Ironborn warriors. Instantly, swords clashed, roars and screams mingled together. Euron shoved Lisa into the safer gap under the carriage, drew his newly acquired twin swords, Sakura-ju and Mukuro, and faced the oncoming enemies.

The battle was fierce and chaotic. The mountain clans, relying on their numerical advantage and fearless ferocity, launched a frenzied attack, but their poor equipment and lack of unified command meant they often fought independently, which led to a chaotic melee.

Although outnumbered, the caravan guards and Euron's Ironborn warriors had the advantage of superior equipment, excellent training, and seamless teamwork. They formed a defensive formation with their backs to the wagons, cleverly using the terrain to divide the enemy, often creating situations where two or three would gang up on a lone savage, thus temporarily stabilizing their position.

In the center of the battlefield, Euron's figure was like a whirlwind of death. His twin swords, Sakura-ju and Muku-ju, danced with lightning speed, leaving only streaks of cold light in their wake. His swordsmanship was precise and efficient; each strike aimed directly at vital points, whether the throat or the heart, without any superfluous or fancy movements—a chilling performance of death itself. As more and more corpses fell at his feet, even two tribal chiefs at the forefront succumbed to his blade, he finally attracted the attention of all the savages.

In an instant, dozens of bloodthirsty mountain warriors roared wildly and surrounded him from all sides, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Faced with the overwhelming encirclement, Euron's eyes were icy, his twin swords crossed in front of him. At the same time, Apollo, the fire elemental life form that had been hovering over his left shoulder, joyfully split into two streams of blazing fire, which instantly wrapped around Sakura Ju and Mukuro's blades like living vines!

In an instant, the twin blades transformed into two divine weapons burning with scorching flames. The raging firelight illuminated his expressionless face, radiating a suffocating heat wave.

Just as the encirclement was about to close in, Euron made his move!

[Naval Six Style - Shave!]

Euron's figure blurred in place, vanishing in an instant like a ghost, breaking through the still-forming encirclement at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye. The next second, he appeared behind a savage who was raising a stone axe and looked utterly astonished.

The burning twin swords crossed in a blazing arc, and the hairy head shot into the air, the severed neck charred black by the intense heat.

The next moment, Euron's true art of slaughter was fully unleashed. His dual-wielding style, amplified by flames, surged with power. Like a tiger among sheep, his burning swords transformed into countless deadly arcs of fire, leaving limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere, the stench of burning flesh filling the air. The tribal warriors who had surrounded him didn't even have time to react before being torn apart and devoured by the flames and the sharpness of his swords in utter horror.

In just a few breaths, the dozens of attackers who had been so aggressive just moments before had all turned into charred corpses burning at his feet.

The remaining dozens of mountain clan warriors were completely demoralized by this terrifying, god-like sight. With a shout, they threw down their weapons in terror and fled back to the forest they had come from, not daring to look back even once more.