Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 93 Fairness and Justice

In this operation aimed at destruction and plunder, a strange scene unfolded: while the fierce Iron People warriors were carrying swords and gold coins, they were also carefully moving heavy boxes of books; while escorting prisoners, they also "courtesy" escorted away scholars with terrified expressions, carrying their medical kits and a few books, as well as artisans with special skills.

Euron Greyjoy's ambitions clearly extend beyond immediate wealth. He is systematically and ruthlessly extracting both the material and spiritual lifeblood of Greentree Island, aiming not only to impoverish his enemies but also to uproot their foundation of knowledge and intellectual resources for survival and development, transplanting them to the Iron Islands for his own use.

The once tranquil and beautiful vineyards of Green Pavilion Island have now been transformed into an open-air workshop showcasing the conqueror's will and inflicting humiliation. King Coron's orders are being coldly carried out: all the Green Pavilion Island soldiers who have surrendered and laid down their arms in Starfish Harbor and the surrounding area are not executed or simply imprisoned, but are instead driven by the Ironborn warriors with swords and gathered in the boundless vineyards that symbolize the glory and wealth of the Redwin family.

They were forced to use all sorts of crude tools—rusted hoes, broken shovels, or even their own bare hands.

"Get to work!" the ironworkers' overseers roared, their whips lashing through the air with a piercing sound as they mercilessly struck the backs of the slower prisoners. "Uproot these damned vines! Leave not a single one alive!"

Thus, a highly symbolic and brutal scene emerged: the soldiers who had not long ago been wearing the Redwin family uniforms and holding weapons to guard their homeland were now forced to transform into farmers and perform destructive labor on the land they had once protected.

The scorching sun beat down on the earth.

These soldiers, stripped of their honor and freedom, toiled like slaves, mechanically and numbly repeating the same action: bending down, grasping the juicy grapevines that held the promise of fine wine, and then using all their strength to yank them up from the fertile soil!

The soil was turned over, roots were torn apart, and green sap stained their hands like blood. The air was thick with the earthy stench and the fresh, grassy smell of destroyed plants, replacing the usual intoxicating sweetness of grapes. The whole process was silent and oppressive, save for heavy breathing, the clanging of tools, and the shouts and cracks of the overseer's whip.

And this scene of destruction requires the most important audience.

King Coron deliberately ordered that Earl Adrian Redwin and his son, Parker Redwin, who had been under strict guard, be brought to the heart of the vineyard.

The father and son remained bound, held down tightly by strong Iron People soldiers. They were forced to raise their heads and witness what was happening before their eyes.

Count Adrian's body trembled violently, not from fear, but from extreme anger and humiliation.

His once proud eyes were now bloodshot, fixed on the grapevines being uprooted, as if each destroyed vine was a piece of flesh torn from his heart! These grapevines were not merely crops, but symbols of the Redwin family's history, glory, and very existence! He looked at his former soldiers, now being driven by the enemy to destroy their own roots like livestock; the mental torment was far more intense than the physical pain. A beastly growl escaped his throat, his teeth grinding so hard they seemed about to break.

Young Parker's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with unbelievable fear and despair. The scene before him was too much for him to bear; the legacy his family had protected for generations was being systematically and humiliatingly destroyed before his eyes, and he and his father were powerless to stop it, forced to watch this long and agonizing ordeal as prisoners. He tried to lower his head, but the Ironman behind him roughly lifted his chin, forcing him to see every detail.

King Coron stood beside them, like a cold, imposing statue of a sea god. He spoke not, but silently observed everything, watching every trace of pain on the faces of Redwin and his son. This silent display was more lethal than any malicious words.

He doesn't need to roar or boast. Letting the losers witness their most cherished possessions being crushed bit by bit, letting that despair and powerlessness be deeply etched into their souls—that is the ultimate conquest, and also the cruelest punishment.

The golden sunlight shone on the verdant vineyards, yet cast shadows that seemed to fall like hell. Sweat, tears, mud, and the sap of broken plants mingled together, writing the darkest and most humiliating chapter in the history of the Redwyn family.

The victory in the Iron Islands was not only built on ruins and plunder, but also on the complete trampling of the enemy's dignity and pride.

The once lush vineyards of Qingting Island, symbols of wealth and glory, have now become a desolate execution ground. The air is filled with the earthy smell of churning earth, the raw sap of broken vines, and the desperate sweat of the defeated.

Lord Corren Greyjoy stood like a black reef before Earl Adrian Redwyn. His icy gaze swept over the Greenwood soldiers, forced to destroy their own foundations under the whips of the Ironborn overseers, before finally settling on Adrian's face, contorted with extreme rage.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was as heavy as the pressure of the deep sea; every word struck Adrian's heart like a hammer blow.

"The 'Grapevine' is the son of 'Blue Hand' Garth from Gilbert's legend. He taught the people of this land how to make the wine that captivated the Seven Kingdoms, and he founded your Redwin family." Corren's voice carried a calmness akin to recounting an ancient epic, yet it was all the more cruel. "Therefore, your sigil is a bunch of deep purple grapes on a blue background. Your family motto is: 'The sea is the boundary.'"

He paused, letting the words that represented the roots of the Redwin family's glory linger in the air.

"So, what you value most, what you're most proud of, isn't gold, isn't warships, it's these—" He gestured towards the vineyard being destroyed, "Grapes!"

His tone suddenly turned sharp, like an ice blade drawn from its sheath:

"But you! Adrian Redwyn, you have plundered our Iron Islands merchant ships!" Suppressed rage finally ignited in King Coron's eyes. "The 'Ancient Road' is a tradition of the Iron Islands! We have always been the ones plundering others, but we will never allow others to plunder us! Your actions have utterly trampled upon and insulted the dignity of the Iron Islands!"

King Coron's voice, like a final verdict, carried a cold fairness: "Therefore, I uprooted all your grapevines, an eye for an eye. That's what fairness is!"