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The Ironborn are a race that lives and honors through plunder and murder.
They neither worshipped the old gods of their ancestors nor the new gods of the Andals—the Seven Gods; they worshipped the Drowning God.
The Iron Seed's motto of faith: The dead are not truly dead; they will rise again, with even greater force.
They believe that those who believe in the drowning god will never die, and if a person dies, it is not a true death, but rather they go to the drowning god's flowing palace to enjoy the various services of mermaids.
During the baptism of the drowning god, the Ironborn are submerged in seawater until they suffocate, and then rescued using crude and primitive cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques. When the drowned people wake up again, it means that they will rise again (they will rise again) and will be stronger than before (their momentum will be stronger).
Those who were not saved were considered guilty of not being sincere to the drowning god.
The great noble family that rules the Iron Islands is House Greyjoy, headed by Balon Greyjoy.
The Greyjoy family motto is'Strength is better than hard work.' This is the source of their confidence in 'despising the Greenlanders,' because the Greenlanders are weak, delicate, and lack courage; they only know how to work hard but dare not take by force.'
In the eyes of the Mountain, the Ironborn are a primitive, savage, ignorant, and truly bloodthirsty bandit race.
Life is never worthy of reverence in their eyes, only to be trampled upon, just like the Demon Mountain before.
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The Mountain brought only a few brothers this time: three: Sweet-talking Ralph, loyal Polliver, and executioner Dunson. Plus a few native cavalrymen from his territory who hadn't yet killed anyone, so they could experience more of these events and help them quickly become fierce, ruthless, and brutal.
Since it seemed the Duke didn't intend to teach these Ironborn a lesson, nor would he allow the Mountain to do so, the Mountain kept a low profile. Most of his brothers were unaware of the situation, otherwise, there would have been real casualties. He only brought three Clegane knights and a few village native cavalry warriors with him, as the rookies needed to be trained.
When he arrived at the Demon Mountain Restaurant, he saw several Iron Seeds drinking in a private room on the second floor, around the corner.
The Ironborn are easily recognizable by their clothing. First, their clothes are always dirty, either black or gray, and their faces are a dark brown from years of exposure to the sea wind. Second, their voices are very distinctive, as if they have a small dumpling in their mouths, and their tongues seem to be slightly slurred. Finally, they do not wear armor.
People in naval battles avoid wearing armor, because if they fall into the water, they will sink straight to the bottom.
But the Iron Islands possess a fleet that rivals any of the seven nations' fleets—the renowned Iron Fleet—yet it is unlike any other.
Victalion Greyjoy, the second brother of Chief Balon Greyjoy, was the Commander-in-Chief of the Iron Fleet. A devout believer in the drowning god, he wore heavy armor even at sea, believing himself to be blessed by the god and invincible. His soldiers, influenced by him, were all heavily armored, wielding great axes, and incredibly fierce.
It is said that among the seven kingdoms, no fleet could rival the Iron Fleet in naval warfare.
However, the iron ore sellers this time were not from the Iron Fleet.
This can be seen from their clothing, flags, and the noble coats of arms on their clothes.
The flags on the five iron ore ships featured a bright red background with a black horn with a gold border in the center.
This is the coat of arms of the Gubler family on Great Wake Island, Warhammer Point, in the Iron Islands.
The Gubler family is a powerful branch of the Iron Islands nobility and one of the most influential noble families on Great Wake, the largest island in the Iron Islands.
Warhammer Point is nestled deep within the rocky mountains of the island, far from the open sea. The main source of wealth for the Gubler family comes from their numerous iron ore mines.
Iron ore from the Iron Islands is sold to the West, North, Riverlands, Reach, and Oldtown.
The nobles of the Westerlands were well aware that iron ore from the Iron Islands was always sold to the Westerlands at the highest price, for a simple reason: the Westerlands had gold mines. The Lannister family, in particular, was incredibly wealthy; they lacked nothing but money.
The annual and even quarterly increases in iron ore prices have caused deep resentment among the nobles of the Westerlands. However, the Westerlands lack iron ore and cannot be self-sufficient. Furthermore, they can sell their iron ore from the Iron Islands elsewhere, rather than to the Westerlands.
Iron ore is in high demand!
The western border cannot do without iron ore!
This is blatant extortion!
This is also a style of life for the Ironbloods: as long as they can gain the upper hand, they will maintain it and even escalate their dominance. The idea of knowing when to stop is simply not in the minds of the Ironbloods.
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When the demon mountain arrived, the hotel owner was quite startled.
He first hid his wife and daughter before approaching the table at the Demon Mountain with a forced smile.
Mo Shan sat alone on one floor—because as soon as he arrived, all the customers on that floor quietly left. These people were very well-mannered and polite, and they tried their best not to make a sound when they left.
"Lord Gregor, you..."
"Get out!" Greg said only this one word politely.
Then, the restaurant owner left.
It's very quiet.
So, the Demon Mountain looked down at the dock.
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"Hey! Let her go!" a bald, somewhat neurotic man said timidly.
The man was very tall, but his eyes were timid, and he was clearly a commoner. He wore coarse clothes and had a rather shabby short sword tucked into his waistband like a knight.
This is a cowardly man from the 'Greenlands' whom the Ironborn deeply despise.
"Brother, don't come looking for a beating," laughed a short but very burly ironman. "Get lost."
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"She is my wife." The man mustered his courage and raised his voice slightly, his eyes darting around, clearly terrified. "Let her go. This is Casterly Rock."
"Your wife?" Another Ironborn looked incredulous. "Brother, how could someone as ugly as you possibly have a wife?"
The three iron-type individuals burst into laughter.
On the ship, more Ironmen emerged from the hold, each with a rugged, dark face and unfriendly gaze.
Whoosh!
The man, who seemed a bit abnormal, drew a short knife from his waist. To be honest, while the scabbard was of poor quality, the short knife itself was of excellent quality, gleaming coldly—a fine blade.
The neurotic man seemed to have been provoked, mechanically tilting his head repeatedly, his eyes looking at people sideways, the right side of his face twitching: "Let go of my wife, or I'll kill you all."
The three iron types and more than a dozen iron types on the ship laughed together.
They've seen far too many cowards like this, who are terrified inside but as stubborn as iron ore.
The moment they make a move and draw blood, this kid will be so frightened that he'll kneel down and beg for mercy.
The Iron Men are all brave warriors who roam the battlefield, risking their lives and killing with abandon. When have they ever been afraid of a coward who trembles even when holding a knife?
"Come on, brother, poke here! Don't let your hand shake!" A guy who was taller and stronger than the bald, neurotic man tore open his shirt, revealing a chest as black as iron, covered with chest hair.
As expected, the bald, neurotic man took a step back in fright and stammered, "Let go of my wife, don't force me!"
His cowardly act of being terrified but stubbornly refusing to admit it made the Ironborn laugh again.
More iron ore came out of the iron ore hold and onto the deck to watch the spectacle.
"Come on, brother, don't be afraid, we'll poke you here."
The balding man looked up and saw a face staring at him from the window on the top floor of the restaurant.
The bald man said, "Are you really begging me to stab you?"
"Of course it's true, but I'm afraid..."
puff!
The dagger plunged into the chest of the tall, burly Ironborn man. The movement was so fast that his two brothers were still laughing, and the Ironborn on the ship were still joking. The bald man had already pulled out his knife and stabbed him a second time...