Chapter 218 The Golden Group

At the same time, the Golden Group was marching to the other side of the valley like a winding snake. The leader of the Golden Group, Harry Strickland, pulled the reins, and his warhorse neighed, which was particularly loud at the quiet valley entrance. He looked like an eagle, observing the terrain sharply. 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 was almost no vegetation on the surface of the rock, only some tenacious dead grass growing hard in the cracks of the stone, as if telling the barrenness and desolation of this land.

At the bottom of the valley was a dry and cracked land, covered with large and small stones and deep cracks, like the dry lips of the earth, and like the scars after the baptism of war.

A small stream meanders through the valley, but the water is turbid and the flow is very small. Under the sunlight, it flickers with a faint light, as if it may 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 fingers moved back and forth on the location of the valley on the map, his eyes focused and cautious. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his arm and loudly ordered to continue marching.

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

The next day, the sun ruthlessly scorched this barren valley, and the scorching light was like a sharp sword, piercing the earth straight. The air seemed to be ignited, becoming hot and dull, making it difficult to breathe. The footsteps and hooves of the soldiers 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. His posture was upright, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination and calmness. A silver-haired boy rode beside him, parallel to him, that was Aegon Targaryen.

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

The scene here seemed particularly desolate, which made Aegon frown slightly. He grew up in a relatively comfortable environment since he was a child. The desolate scene in front of him was completely different from the beautiful environment in his memory, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Jon Connington looked at his expression, revealing a trace of concern in his eyes, and explained: "Your Highness Aegon, the land on the Slaver's Bay is very barren, which is very different from Westeros. The land of Westeros is fertile. 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 shallow lines appeared on his white forehead. There was a trace of confusion and desire in his eyes, and he asked: "Can we go back to Westeros?"

Jon Connington looked forward firmly, as if his eyes could penetrate the barrenness in front of him and directly see the outline of the distant Westeros continent. There was a blazing flame in his eyes, which was the 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 Aegon who was a little confused and continued, "Governor Illyrio has already sailed to Slaver's Bay before 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 understand the whole plan better.

Aegon nodded, he lowered his head slightly, and his eyes revealed a gleam of thinking. He asked, "Which dragon king are you talking about? What if he is unwilling to help me?" There was a hint 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 hint of ruthlessness when he heard this, which was a determination to do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. He said, "It's okay. Governor Illyrio has made preparations. Although this is a little troublesome, you can also get a wife with a dragon, who can also help you regain the Iron Throne."

If Gavin heard Jon Connington's words here, he would have laughed to death. No matter what preparations Illyrio made, 80% of them have been fed to the sea monster.

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

Hearing this, Jon Connington also looked up at the sky, only to see a black spot in the distant sky gradually growing at a very fast speed. At the same time, a strong and suffocating pressure came over, like the oppressive atmosphere before the storm, instantly shrouding everyone.

It was a 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 the whole body flashed a dazzling light that was dazzling and dazzling.

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

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

Because the dragon was flying low, the storm caused the Golden Group to fall into chaos in an instant. The soldiers shouted in fear, the war horses were frightened and neighed, and people and horses fell down for a while. The dust raised by the wind made everyone unable to open their eyes. The whole scene was in chaos, as if the end of the world was coming.

Jon Clinton looked at the fast-attacking dragon in shock, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes revealed an expression of disbelief. He murmured: "Gavin Bellerys."

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

"Dracarys"