Chapter 309 Bloodworm Disease

The onset of illness is so sudden, and the symptoms caused by the plague are even worse.

Victarion had not been supported for a week. A moment ago, he was wearing a throwing ax on his waist. The half-man-high giant ax rested on the captain's chest with the end with the ferocious sea monster engraved mark, leaning on the slippery and swaying The sailors and rough waves looked down on the deck of the battleship, like giants on the sea. All the Ironborn crew members who had come all the way put their trust in Victarion's tall figure without hesitation.

The next moment, he was lying on the bed, his forehead was as hot as if it was burned by fire, and he suddenly changed from a giant on the deck to a pitiful ghost with only half a life left.

There was a constant turbulent orange-red undercurrent flowing on the surface of his skin, like blood worms squirming in his blood vessels.

This doesn't look like a symptom of "blood plague" in pale mare...

Maester Calvin, who had been following the Invincible Iron Bell on the Shield Islands, timidly said to the iron crew:

"Lord Victarion, he..."

"What's wrong with him? Can you please be more polite?" The impatient man had already picked up the bachelor's collar and shouted angrily, spitting all over his face.

"It seems that the sissy wants to be trained again, hahaha!" An ironborn stared at the maester with round eyes.

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

But after all, he was still a bachelor serving the nobles of the Green Land. After all, he could not use the iron bell method and chose to accept the dagger, but he did not dare to take revenge.

"Let him speak!" One-Eared Wolfe scolded the Ironborn and drove them all away, dragging the maester in front of him, "Say!"

"It's not like he rode on a pale mare. He has symptoms of high fever, diarrhea, and intestinal bleeding, but..." the bachelor paused habitually, but Wolfe's immediate slap made him dare not pause, "but... Lord Victarion, these symptoms occur at the same time, and I'm afraid they are not the main symptoms. This, this, under his skin, I have never seen similar diseases, and I am ignorant..."

"Go away!" One-Ear Wolfe pushed the bachelor away, and he staggered out.

Wolfe stopped at the door of Victarion's cabin, hesitated outside the door for a moment, and then knocked on the door.

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

"What's the matter?" Victarion gasped, as if he was choking out his words.

Wolfe opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, "You, you have the plague." He didn't know how to beat around the bush, so he said it bluntly.

There was silence in the cabin, and it was a long time before Victarion's voice came out.

"I know."

"That useless maester has no skills at all. He is really useless. He said that you did not ride the pale mare, so there is no way to remedy it in Westeros. I think he is a complete coward!" It was like he had found an outlet! Able to express his uneasiness and fear freely, Wolfe cursed the maester loudly.

After hearing this, Victarion remained silent. He only spoke after hearing the hesitant footsteps outside the door:

"That woman..." Victarion mentioned the dark-skinned woman.

"Thrown into the sea." Wolfe replied without any hesitation.

"Okay..." Victarion responded weakly and turned over inside.

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

No one likes untimely silence, especially the silence at the moment of death when the premonition of crisis and death fills the road ahead.

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 stepped back again and again.

"Tell the crew to stay away from me." Victarion said. After hearing this, Wolfe quickly ran out of the corridor of the cabin, shouting as he ran: "Everyone spread out! Everyone spread out!"

The crew looked at him in disbelief, but they did not stop moving. Wolfe was the best iron bell plunderer.

The sailors were standing around, some even hanging on the mast and looking down.

"The captain is coming out!" When Wolfe shouted this sentence, everyone obviously became faster.

Victarion looked at his palms. The scars left when he set out from Westeros were still there and had not healed yet.

There was a little pink in the scarlet wound, which reminded Victarion of when he was a child and called Euron a little pink pig of the Greyjoy family, destined to be useless.

The blood-stained Greyjoy family had a treacherous pink color. Victarion dragged his tired body step by step along the water-soaked corridor toward the light outside.

In an instant, the sun filled his body.

The sleeping dragon was awakened and saw the red current surging all over his body. He was so frightened that he neighed and fluttered back with his wings. The powerful force even gave people the illusion that the battleship was being moved.

The ironborn watched him silently.

Victarion approached the sea, holding the short sword in his hand. He leaned on the edge of the ship and took a deep breath.

His strong body remained the same, which made the red flow under his skin even more ferocious.

"Wolf will take my place as your captain," Victarion said, leaving no room for doubt. "After I leave, everyone turns the ship around and takes the dragon back to the Iron Islands. Although I hate Euron, he is your captain." The king...if he is right, follow him, if he is wrong, my brother has a daughter, and a son..."

No one denies it. Everyone knows Wolfe's position in this iron fleet. At least Tie Zhong, who comes from a humble background, will not deny it. But who knows about those members of the Pike family?

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

"I heard you, Captain."

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

The ironborn gathered around the deck, all looking down.

As soon as Victarion's body entered the sea, it was as if the sea was boiling, emitting steaming heat. Blood-colored insects emerged from his body, and in an instant they rushed into the seabed and disappeared without a trace.

There was silence, only fear remained.

Wolfe wiped the sweat from his forehead and stretched his arms above his head, "You heard this, turn the ship around and return!"

The dragon's neighing was still there, and the little dragon known as Viserion was still stretching its neck vigilantly, constantly looking left and right, and sniffing again and again, as if the danger was still not far away.

What could be the creature that even dragons are afraid of? Wolfe shuddered, swallowed, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the ax handle.

…

Daenerys woke up in Drogon's arms. The black dragon protected her firmly with its wings, breathing fire from its mouth, roaring and looking at the Dothraki approaching them.

"Drogon!" Dany shouted. She held the scales on Drogon's body with her hands, her forearms tightened, and climbed up alone. "We need to go!"

The Dothraki looked at Daenerys riding Drogon in surprise, murmured a few words, and then rode away with a "chun" sound.

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

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

"Finally," Dany thought to herself, but looked in the direction the dragon was flying and opened her eyes wide, "This is not the direction of Meereen. Where are you going?"