Game of Thrones: Oath of Iron and Fire-Chapter 58: King of the Narrow Sea?

Gendry savored the nickname. The title of King of the Narrow Sea might sound appealing to others, but he had his sights set higher. Now, he aimed to be the sole ruler of the Narrow Sea, the Stepstones, the Disputed Lands, and the Triarchy.

"The title 'King of the Narrow Sea' is nothing new!" Maester Kebab said. "There have been many Kings of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones throughout history."

"The crown isn't that easy to claim. Only by taking the Three Daughters might the title truly fit," Gendry mused. The current situation was ripe with opportunity: the Triarchy of Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh was on the brink of collapse, the Ironborn and Dornish were still recovering from the scars of war and had no time to look east. This was a rare window of opportunity.

By fully taking control of the Stepstones, he could effectively cut off the sea routes for Myr and Tyrosh.

Gendry looked at the pirates on the black ships. These pirates had once been Westerosi, Lysene, Tyroshi, and Myrenese, but now they were simply pirates. They knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, like lambs awaiting slaughter. But given their history of raiding and plundering, no one would easily show them leniency.

"Tell Harren, tell our fleet to split into two groups. One will continue to patrol the Narrow Sea, to blockade Bloodstone and the Grey Gallows. Keep an eye on any support from the Lysene fleet. The other group will head straight for the harbor of Myr. I've given the Myrish plenty of chances!" Gendry issued his orders.

Catapults could easily destroy Myr, but for Gendry, that wouldn't be very meaningful. Too much brute force would unite the Myrish, the magisters, and the citizens of other city-states in a common cause. Besides, he wanted Myr as a more intact city of craft and trade.

"Yes, my lord!"

"And you lot!" Gendry looked at the surrendered pirates.

"It's time for you to pledge your loyalty to me. My fleet will attack Myr from the sea, and you will be the vanguard. You're all men of the sea; don't disappoint me. There will be a share of the plunder for you as well."

It would be a waste to let these pirates die completely. They could still serve a purpose by attacking Myr.

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"We are willing to join the Wolfpack Fleet!"

"We are willing to serve the Commander!"

The pirates looked into Gendry's deep, handsome blue eyes, but no one mustered the courage to resist. The toughest pirates had already been killed by the Gunpowder King and his Unsullied guards.

The pirates felt like they were on a roller coaster. It seemed that even this slim chance of survival would still plunge them into dire circumstances. But compared to the fate of being hanged or thrown into the sea, they were willing to take a gamble.

Myr, the city of craftsmen adorned with white marble, was now in a state of panic.

"Myr is on the brink of destruction!" many magisters wailed. The Myrish magisters, slave masters, and the noble class had mostly retreated to the inner city. They no longer trusted the common Myrish people in the outer city, and the Myrish slaves were also fleeing the increasingly severe slave revolts within the city. The Myrish garrison was effectively powerless.

Many Myrish magisters could only rely on their citizen soldiers and mercenaries. Some of the more astute magisters had already fled with their families and wealth to Pentos or Lys.

"Bloodbeard is dead! The Titan's Bastard is dead!"

"The Cat's Paws are destroyed, the Long Lances have defected! The Windblown won't take the job, and the Golden Company refuses to engage!"

The Myrish magisters received nothing but bad news. Ever since the bodies of Bloodbeard, the Titan's Bastard, and the Dead Magister were sent back to Myr, the magisters had been in a state of near-collapse and helplessness. They were terrified, fearing they would suffer the same fate. They were panicked, realizing that there was no longer any formidable force to protect them.

The Myrish were willing to pay, but the only group capable of fighting, the Golden Company, had chosen to play dead, seemingly blending in with the Wolfpack.

From the city walls of Myr, one could see the towering presence of the "Wolfpack's Three Harlots." These three massive catapults, originally intended to attack the Wolfpack, had now turned against Myr. A Valyrian road extended from Myr, and the catapults were positioned right on it.

Surrounding the "Wolfpack's Three Harlots" was the Free Army's tightly organized camp. The layout was meticulous and orderly. Trenches were dug around the camp, lined with sharp stakes. Tents were arranged in neat rows, with wide roads in between.

Flags of the Free Army fluttered high on tall poles around the camp. Soldiers in armor, armed with spears and crossbows, patrolled the perimeter. Some Free Army soldiers also patrolled the other two sides of the city.

"Myr is surrounded on three sides!" This was a fact that every Myrish person understood.

The Wolfpack and the Free Army had taken control of the Disputed Lands and all the vassal towns and estates of Myr. The number of ships bringing supplies to Myr from the sea was dwindling.

The Myrish had to face the agony of a siege and food shortages. The Myrish slave masters prayed for help from the Tyroshi, Lysene, Pentoshi, or even the Volantene, but no relief ever came.

"From the sea!"

"There's a fleet in the sea!"

"Our reinforcements have arrived!"

The Myrish lookouts saw dark specks on the horizon, and the outlines of the fleet gradually became clearer. These warships were smaller than usual and varied in size.

The Myrish were overjoyed, thinking that their pleas for help had finally been answered. They had sought aid from Tyrosh, Lys, Volantis, and even Pentos and Qarth.

At first, the Myrish were shouting excitedly, but gradually the slave masters began to feel a sense of dread, as if they had seen the White Walkers appearing in Myr. The flags of the fleet were not what they had hoped for. They were not the Three-Headed God of Tyrosh, the Goddess of Desire of Lys, nor the Tiger of Volantis. The flags were the grey and white Wolfpack, the Free Army's banner of broken shackles.

"What are the Tyroshi doing?"

"The Wolfpack fleet must have evaded the Tyroshi patrols. They must have taken the Stepstones, or perhaps Tyrosh has already surrendered."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sound of horns echoed once again from the Free Army's camp outside the city. The catapults launched fewer attacks on Myr's defenses and more propaganda leaflets.

"Long live the Free Army!"

"Long live the Free Army!" The roar from outside the city walls was deafening as the Free Army soldiers, led by Steel Fist and Grey Wolf, charged out of their tents. The catapults roared into action, as if delivering the final verdict on Myr's fate.

The Wolfpack soldiers launched a coordinated assault on Myr, both from land and sea. Gendry's ship sailed smoothly into the harbor.

In the tranquil Myr Bay, few Myrish warships dared to leave the docks, and those that did were swiftly overwhelmed and destroyed.

The Myrish warships, relying heavily on slave labor, could no longer trust their crews' fighting abilities. Apart from the few that fled under the guise of seeking reinforcements, the rest of the Myrish fleet was captured by Gendry's Wolfpack Fleet.

"Beautiful ships! My grand fleet is finally taking shape!" Gendry gazed at the captured Myrish warships lined up at the dock. The scale of the Myrish fleet was superior in quality to his motley fleet, but regardless, he now had a more impressive armada.

Inside the city of Myr, chaos erupted. Slaves overturned the old order in the noise, sparking an even larger uprising. Some slaves picked up weapons and began to attack the Myrish garrison, exacting revenge on the Myrish slave masters who had oppressed them.

With the slaves' help, some of Myr's city gates were even opened directly.

"The inner city has fallen!"

"The inner city has fallen! The Second Sons have opened the gates."

And there was an even more explosive piece of news: the Second Sons had defected again, this time helping the Wolfpack open the gates to the inner city of Myr.