Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 330: Whose Throat is the Sword Pointed at
The only castle here that needs ravens to deliver messages across the hills is Storm's End, but if you are among the hills, messages are usually delivered by human hands.

Barristan knew that, and he was certain that the ravens from Griffin's Roost had not passed over the camp at the Marches of the Hills.

In other words, thousands of soldiers in the border areas were unaware that there were new enemies around them.

The unknown brings fear, and ignorance brings danger.

After receiving the letter, he decisively dispatched a messenger to rush lightly to convey the news to Bryce Cullen and others as soon as possible.

At this moment, Bryce Cullen was riding on a tall warhorse with a broadsword on his back, looking down at Elwood Maydo who was standing with his horse.

Astan Selmy looked at him with disdain: "Gilbert, the old stubborn man, was still swearing that the city would be safe a few days ago. Why is he sending you to negotiate peace now? Are you a coward?"

Elwood remained silent. He looked up at Bryce and said to his attendant Dylan, "Dylan, take the letter that Lord Gilbert Farling entrusted to us to Earl Cullen."

Dylan took out the envelope from his pocket and handed it to Bryce Cullen's attendant.

Elwood took a glance at the envelope. The surface of the envelope was quite delicate, with a flower group drawn in ink and the seal of the Lord of Storm's End pressed in the center of the flower group. It looked like a masterpiece of the daughter of a lord.

Was it given to you by your "eye-catching" lover? Is it just given away so easily?
Bryce Cullen took the letter and sneered, "It's thicker than normal. Is Sir Farin giving me a love letter?" This made all the soldiers on the border laugh. Astan Selmy almost lost control of his horse, and the sound of horse hooves and neighing filled the air. Bryce didn't think much about it and opened it in front of everyone.

There was a crack in the envelope, but Bryce noticed that the servant who delivered the letter suddenly looked gloomy, blinked more frequently, and looked very unnatural.

He flipped through a crack and found that there was a crack in the envelope. No wonder it felt thicker than other letters.

Two letters, Bryce Cullen glanced at Ewood and fixed his eyes on the servant.

"Even the dumbest people know where the current situation in Westeros is headed. The gods have already written down the answer. They just need to give Lord Gilbert Fallin some time to react," Elwood Maeder bowed and said, "I have repeatedly advised Lord Fallin to recognize the situation and see clearly that Princess Shireen has been kidnapped and taken to the North. This is essentially a decision made by the smuggler Onion Knight and the bastard Roland Storm, but it has caused conflicts between you and Storm's End. The Stranger should have taken them away earlier!"

Bryce Cullen looked at Elwood and felt disgusted. He was trying to be clever!

He turned his horse around and said, "Let's go into the tent."

"Oh! Oh well!" Knowing that the matter was almost settled, Elwood Maydo quickly handed the reins to Dylan and followed Bryce Cullen's horse into the military camp.

A large area of ​​Cape Wrath is occupied by rainforest, and it is extremely easy to hide in the shade of the trees. There are many deserted trails in the rainforest, and no one in the Golden Group understands how Jon Clinton knows these little-known trails.

In short, the tactics were very successful. His team almost took over the entire rainforest with only a small number of casualties. Most of the casualties did not die from the swords of the soldiers defending the city, but from the sharp teeth of poisonous snakes, from accidentally falling behind and missing when they were mentally confused, and from the terrible deep holes and landslides hidden by the green plants.

When they reached the mountains west of Cape Wrath, Crow's Nest was their last obstacle, but the castle gate, which had been in disrepair for many years, gave the Golden Group an opportunity to take advantage.

With almost no effort, Jon Connington took over almost the entire Cape of Wrath. Even though he failed to stop the ravens from Crow's Nest from flying all over the sky, it didn't matter. The return of the dragon certainly required a roar to intimidate the eagles, lions, and wolves on the ground.

The army assembled in the morning and walked in the dew to Griffin's Roost, which was already covered with Targaryen red dragon banners.

The main force of the Golden Group was gathered here, and the barracks covered the entire coast leading to the castle gate. The long natural ridge connecting the coast and the city gate was occupied by the Golden Group's spearmen. The flags were connected into strips, and there was an unlit torch every ten steps.

At night, the place must be brightly lit, Jon Connington thought. King Aegon met him at the city gate. He no longer dyed his hair, and showed everyone the iconic silver hair of the Targaryen family, as if reminding everyone that he was the real master of Westeros, the Iron Throne was forged by his ancestors, the "Blackfyre" Valyrian steel sword was right for him, and he was the one that the people of Westeros wanted and desired.

"Lord Connington," Aegon's way of addressing him had also changed. He no longer addressed him as a respected father and teacher, but instead used "My Lord" to indicate the difference between master and subject. "My Hand, you are finally back."

Jon Connington noticed the unfamiliarity in Aegon's tone. After all, he was working on a fishing boat just a moment ago, and now he was following the example of Aegon I and conquering a new land. The change of identity took time to get used to.

He would not embarrass his king, so Clinton knelt on one knee and said, "My king, I have fulfilled my mission and presented the Mist Forest City, Rain House City, Amber Land and Crow's Nest Castle to your Majesty." The servants stepped forward and threw the flags of the four families on the ground.

Aegon glanced at the ground and murmured, "I really hope these banners can be changed to eagles, lions, and wolfs."

"Soon," Jon Connington followed Aegon's words. He raised his head with a determined look. "As long as we quickly occupy Storm's End and have a stable foundation in Westeros, we will be able to find opportunities to take advantage of in the struggle between the Ironborn and the Iron Throne."

"The Iron Throne is mine," Aegon said emphatically, "but it is now in the hands of a usurper."

Jon Connington's mind conjured up the image of Rhaegar, and he nodded.

"Come on, my dear Hand," Aegon knelt down and helped Connington up, "I have a great gift for you."

"What kind of gift?"

"Storm's End," Aegon said with a sly smile. "Ser Gilbert Farring would not bend the knee to Joffrey. He chose the true king. He chose me."

Jon Connington followed Aegon through the familiar corridors, knowing every crack in the walls on both sides of the castle.

Home. This word popped up in Jon Clinton's mind. His hands couldn't help but clutch the corners of his sleeves. He trembled uncontrollably. The closer he got to the main hall, the more timid he became.

"Handholder?" Aegon stood beside him and took his wrist. "Follow me."

Jon Connington said nothing as he was pulled by the king into the main hall of the castle.

This is a very small main hall, far less magnificent than the castle halls of other lords and not befitting of a king.

"If Storm's End is taken, we can hold our meetings in a far better place than here," Jon Connington whispered.

Aegon chuckled and shook his head. "That's enough." He released his hand, walked to the front of the long table, and pointed to the main seat on the steps. "Your seat, Earl of Griffin's Roost."

Jon Connington touched the armrest of the main seat, then the backrest. "I'm afraid it has been reduced to a knight's title now. The Clinton family is no longer as glorious as before."

He seemed to have thought of something, turned around and asked, "Where is the captain?" Jon Clinton was referring to the current captain of the Golden Company, Harry Strickland.

"I have sent him to lead an army to Storm's End to eliminate the mob in the border areas outside the castle and take over Storm's End." Aegon held a copper rod in his hand and pointed at the mark of Storm's End on the map.

Frontier troops? Jon Clinton felt uneasy. This was no rabble.
(End of this chapter)