Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 218 The Golden Group

At the same time, the Golden Group was marching to the other side of the valley like a long winding snake. The leader of the Golden Group, Harry Strickland, pulled the reins, and his warhorse neighed, which was particularly loud in the quiet valley entrance. He looked around the terrain with eagle eyes. The mountain walls on both sides of the valley were tall and steep, with exposed rocks showing a dull gray-brown color, like an ancient city wall eroded by time.

There is almost no vegetation covering the surface of the rock, only some tenacious dead grass growing hard in the cracks of the rocks, as if telling of the barrenness and desolation of this land.

At the bottom of the valley is a piece of dry and cracked land, covered with large and small stones and deep cracks, like the dry lips of the earth, or the scars after being baptized by war.

A small stream meanders through the valley, but the water is turbid and the flow is very small. In the sunlight, it flickers faintly and seems likely to dry up at any time, just like the fragile vitality of this land, which may disappear at any time.

Harry Strickland carefully examined everything around him, then he took out a map from the cloth bag beside the saddle and unfolded it to check. His finger moved back and forth over the valley on the map, his eyes focused and cautious, and after confirming that there was no problem, he raised his arm and loudly ordered to continue marching.

The soldiers heard the order and walked slowly into the valley in neat steps. Their footsteps echoed in the valley, neat and powerful, like a heavy war song. The sound of horse hooves also sounded, interweaving with the footsteps, breaking the original silence of the valley.

The next day, the sun mercilessly scorched the barren valley. The blazing rays were like sharp swords, piercing the earth. The air seemed to be on fire, becoming hot and stuffy, making it difficult to breathe. The sound of soldiers' footsteps and horse hooves echoed in the valley, adding to the atmosphere of loneliness and depression.

Jon Connington rode a horse and walked on one side of the team. He was tall and straight, with a resolute and steady look in his eyes. Beside him was a silver-haired young man riding a horse, parallel to him. That was Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon kept looking around, his eyes revealing curiosity and discomfort. His silver hair shone in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the desolate scenery around him.

The scene here seemed particularly desolate, causing Aegon to frown slightly. He had grown up in a relatively comfortable environment, and the desolate scene before him was completely different from the beautiful environment he remembered, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Jon Connington looked at his expression with a hint of concern in his eyes, and explained, "Your Highness Aegon, the land on this side of Slaver's Bay is very barren, which is very different from Westeros. The land in Westeros is fertile, and except for some special landforms in Dorne and the North, most areas are green. There are vast fields, dense forests and clear rivers there. It is a land full of vitality."

Aegon frowned slightly, and a few light lines appeared on his fair forehead. His eyes revealed a hint of confusion and desire, and he asked, "Can we go back to Westeros?"

Jon Connington looked forward firmly, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the desolate land and directly see the outline of the distant Westeros continent. There was a blazing fire burning in his eyes, which was his persistence and desire to return to his homeland and regain glory.

He said, "Of course, you are the heir to the Iron Throne, and the people there are waiting for you to return, but we must first rely on the power of some allies." His voice was steady and powerful, and every word was like a nail, deeply nailed into Aegon's heart, giving him confidence and hope.

Jon Connington looked at the somewhat confused Aegon and continued, "Governor Illyrio has already sailed to Slaver's Bay ahead of us. There is a potential ally of ours there, and he will convince the other party." As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, trying to make Aegon better understand the whole plan.

Aegon nodded, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful light. He asked: "Which dragon king are you talking about? What if he is unwilling to help me?" There was a trace of worry in his voice. After all, he knew that his fate was closely related to these potential allies. Jon Connington's eyes flashed with a fierceness when he heard this, which was a determination to achieve his goal by any means. He said: "It doesn't matter. Magister Illyrio is prepared. Although this is more troublesome, you can also get a wife with a dragon, who can also help you regain the Iron Throne."

If Gavin were here and heard what Jon Connington said, he would have died of laughter. No matter what preparations Illyrio had made, they had probably been fed to the sea monster.

A flash of excitement flashed in Aegon's eyes, and in his mind he instantly imagined himself returning to Westeros, wearing a crown, sitting on the Iron Throne, and receiving the worship of all the people. But soon, the doubts of reality pulled him back. He pointed to the air and asked, "What is that?"

Hearing this, Jon Clinton also looked up into the sky, and saw a black spot in the distant sky gradually growing larger at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, a suffocatingly powerful pressure came over them, like the oppressive atmosphere before a storm, instantly enveloping everyone.

It was a giant dragon! Its body was so huge that it was beyond imagination, like a moving hill. Its appearance made the whole world pale in comparison.

The giant dragon quickly passed in front of the team and flew towards the back, casting a huge shadow that instantly enveloped the people below, bringing an inexplicable fear.

Under the unreserved sunlight, the golden scales covering its entire body sparkled with dazzling light.

The light was so strong that people dared not look directly at it, as if their eyes would be burned by it.

The dragon's wings were as broad as two huge dark clouds. Every powerful flap was like a small storm coming, stirring up a gust of wind.

As the dragon flew low, the storm it created threw the Golden Group into chaos. Soldiers shouted in fear, horses neighed in fear, and people and horses fell to the ground. The dust raised by the strong wind made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. The whole scene was in chaos, as if the end of the world had come.

Jon Connington looked at the fast-approaching dragon in shock, his mouth slightly open, his eyes revealing an expression of disbelief. He murmured, "Gavin Belleris."

Then a strong wind blew and sand blew into his eyes. He hurried to get water to wash them, but he heard a voice that frightened him.

Dracarys

(End of this chapter)