Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 220 True Dragon is Not Afraid of Fire
Gavin looked coldly at the two people who were brought before him.

Jon Clinton looked haggard and exhausted.

Aegon looked around like a frightened rabbit, his eyes revealing deep fear and worry. His gaze was like rootless duckweed, frantically searching around for possible life.

Gavin's eyes slowly fell on Jon Clinton and asked, "Are you Jon Clinton?"

Jon Connington slowly raised his head and looked into Gavin's eyes with a frank look. He straightened his hunched body and said, "I am Jon Connington, Hand of the King of Aerys Targaryen II." Although his voice sounded a little tired, it was firm and unquestionable.

"As far as I know, you have been expelled because you let Robert Baratheon go." Gavin said disdainfully, his tone full of contempt. After that, he seemed to remember something, pointed his finger at Aegon and asked, "Who is he?"

Jon Connington did not show any anger after hearing this. He just took a deep breath, as if suppressing some emotion in his heart, and then slowly said: "He is Aegon Targaryen, the son of Prince Rhaegar and the nephew of your wife."

After hearing this, Gavin's mouth corners slightly raised, but he just sneered, and there was no warmth in that smile. He asked back: "How to prove it?"

Jon Connington's body stiffened slightly when he heard this, and his words paused. He frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Varys and I can prove that he found a child to replace Aegon and secretly brought him out."

Gavin narrowed his eyes slightly. He snorted and said, "You and Varys, one was expelled, and the other is loyal to the usurper. I don't believe it."

Jon Clinton gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging slightly. He suppressed his anger and said, "Then how do you prove it?"

"A true dragon is not afraid of fire." Gavin said slowly and calmly. His voice seemed to come from an ice cellar and was bone-chillingly cold.

Jon Connington glared at Gavin, his eyes burning with anger, and said, "That's just a Targaryen saying to flatter himself. There were Targaryens who were burned to death in Summerhall. If you are Gavin Bellerys..."

Jon Clinton's words stopped abruptly, his eyes suddenly widened, filled with horror and disbelief.

Gavin slowly stretched out his palm, which was wrapped in flames. The flames burned fiercely, jumping and flickering constantly. The jumping flames were like invisible hands, slapping his face fiercely, making his face burn with pain and his words were instantly blocked in his throat.

"I can do it, and so can Daenerys." Gavin's cold voice sounded slowly, and the voice echoed in the silent space, like the whisper of death.

Then, two burly soldiers quickly stepped forward, lifted up the terrified Aegon neatly, and strode towards an open space on the side.

After reaching the open space, the soldiers mercilessly kicked him to the ground and left.

Aegon stood up hastily like a frightened rabbit, his legs weak but he still wanted to escape.

However, the moment he turned around, he saw Chiying's huge head slowly reaching towards him. Chiying's big, copper-bell-like eyes, filled with a terrifying majesty, locked onto him.

Aegon was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground instantly, as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out, and he dared not move at all.

Jon Connington was extremely anxious. He shouted at Gavin, "You can't do this! He is the last hope of the Targaryen family! The heir to the Iron Throne."

Gavin turned his head and looked at Jon Connington, and said sarcastically: "You think I care? A fake Targaryen? The heir to the Iron Throne is Daenerys Targaryen, and in the future it will be my and her children."

At this moment, Aegon suddenly stood up. Although there was still fear in his eyes, there was also a hint of determination. He shouted at Gavin: "Kill me if you want. The Targaryens are not afraid of death!"

Gawen did not respond to Aegon's words, but just looked at him coldly. Then he gave an order to the Blazing Shadow.

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The Blazing Shadow opened his huge dragon mouth, and blazing flames gushed out, instantly engulfing Aegon. Aegon didn't even have time to scream before he was burned to charcoal.

Jon Connington's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief and grief. He looked at Aegon's charred body, his heart filled with despair.

He yelled at Gavin: "You devil! You will be punished!"

Gavin just calmly ordered Kairos beside him: "Cut off the heads of Captain Harry Strickland and the former Prime Minister and send them to Meereen together." His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was ordering a very ordinary matter, without the slightest mercy or hesitation.

After receiving the order, Kairos walked towards Jon Clinton and Harry Strickland with an expressionless face.

Harry Strickland hung his head at this moment. He had long lost the vigor and vitality he once had as the leader of the Golden Group. He was just silently waiting for death to come.

Jon Clinton continued to glare at Gavin, with flames of hatred burning in his eyes. He did not beg for mercy, but straightened his body, ready to face the final moment.

As Kairos swung the sharp blade in his hand, the two heads rolled to the ground, and the blood dyed the ground beneath his feet red.

Kyros ordered two boxes to be found, the heads were placed in each box, and then he told the soldiers to send them to Meereen as quickly as possible.

Gavin no longer paid attention to all this. He jumped onto the back of Chiying's dragon with a calm expression.

Blazing Shadow let out a deep roar, and spread its huge wings, stirring up a gust of wind. Amid the whistling of the wind, Gavin rode Blazing Shadow into the air and flew away into the distance.

All that was left was a dead silent and bloody battlefield, and the captives filled with fear and despair.

Three days later, a rider arrived quickly at the gates of Meereen with a box containing the heads of Harry Strickland and Jon Connington.

The defenders saw the rider alone in their field of vision and did not attack, but instead became alert and aimed their bows and arrows at him.

Seeing that the other side did not attack, the rider quickly came to the city gate, held up the box and shouted: "His Majesty Gawain brings you greetings from the Golden Group." After that, he put the box on the ground and left quickly.

Seeing this, an ominous premonition began to spread among the defenders.

The team leader in charge of receiving the box opened the box tremblingly. At a glance, his face instantly turned as pale as snow.

The two heads, with their eyes open, lay quietly in the box, as if carrying endless resentment and hatred.

(End of this chapter)