Chapter 220 True Dragon is Not Afraid of Fire

Gavin looked at the two people who were brought in front of him coldly.

Jon Clinton looked haggard and exhausted.

Aegon was like a frightened rabbit, looking around, his eyes revealing deep fear and worry. His eyes were like rootless duckweeds, frantically searching for possible signs of life around him.

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

Jon Clinton slowly raised his head and looked at Gavin with a calm look in his eyes. He straightened his somewhat stooped body and said, "I am Jon Clinton, Hand of the King of Aerys Targaryen II." He Although his voice was slightly tired, it carried an unquestionable firmness.

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

Jon Clinton didn't look angry after hearing this. He just took a deep breath, as if suppressing some emotion in his heart, and then said slowly: "He is Aegon Targaryen, Prince Rhaegar. son, your wife’s nephew.”

After Gavin heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he just sneered. There was no warmth in the smile. He asked: "How to prove it?"

When Jon Clinton heard this, his body stiffened slightly and his words paused. He frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Varys and I can both prove that he found a child to replace Aegon, and Smuggled him out."

Gavin narrowed his eyes slightly, and he snorted coldly: "One of you and Varys were expelled, and the other loyal to the usurper, I don't believe it."

Jon Clinton gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged slightly. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Then how do you prove it."

"Real dragons are not afraid of fire." Gavin said slowly and unhurriedly. The voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, bone-chillingly cold.

Jon Connington immediately glared at Gavin, his eyes seemed to be burning with anger, and said: "That is just a statement used by Targaryen to put gold on his face. Summer Hall is not a Targaryen who was not burned to death. Gavin Belleris If you are”

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

I saw Gavin slowly stretching out his palm, which was wrapped in flames. The flames were burning hot, jumping and flickering. The jumping flames were like invisible hands, slapping him hard on the face. It made his face feel hot and painful, 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 moved forward quickly. They neatly lifted up the frightened Aegon and strode towards the open space aside.

Once they reached the clearing, the soldiers kicked him to the ground without mercy and left.

Aegon was like a frightened rabbit. He stood up hastily, his feet were weak but he still wanted to escape.

However, the moment he turned around, he saw Chiying's huge head slowly stretching towards him. Chiying's big copper bell-like eyes revealed a kind of terrifying majesty, and they locked them tightly. he.

Aegon was so frightened that he instantly collapsed to the ground, as if the bones had been taken away from his body, and he no longer dared to move at all.

Jon Connington was distraught and shouted at Gavin: "You can't do this! He is the last hope of House Targaryen! The heir to the Iron Throne."

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

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 if you want, the Targaryens will not be afraid of death!"

Gavin didn't respond to Aegon's words, just looked at him coldly. Then, he gave orders to Chiying.

"Dracarys"

Chiying opened his huge dragon's mouth, and blazing flames spurted out, swallowing Aegon instantly. Aegon didn't even have time to scream, before he was burned to a crisp by the flames.

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

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

Gavin just calmly ordered Kairos on the side: "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 instructing someone. A very ordinary little thing, without the slightest pity or hesitation.

After Kairos accepted the order, he walked towards Jon Connington and Harry Strickland expressionlessly.

Harry Strickland had his head hanging down at this moment. He had long lost the high-spiritedness he once had as the leader of the Golden Company, and was just waiting silently for death to come.

Jon Connington was still glaring at Gavin, with the flames of hatred burning in his eyes. He did not beg for mercy, but stood up straight, ready to face the final moment.

As Kairos swung the sharp blade in his hand, the two heads rolled to the ground, blood staining the ground under his feet.

Kairos ordered people to find two boxes, put the heads in each, and then ordered the soldiers to rush to Meereen.

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

The dragon let out a low roar, spread its huge wings, and fanned a gust of wind. Amid the whistling of the wind, Gavin rode on the dragon and flew into the distance.

Only a dead and bloody battlefield was left, and the captives were full of fear and despair.

Three days later, a rider brought a box containing the heads of Harry Strickland and Jon Connington and quickly came to the city of Meereen.

The defenders saw the rider riding alone in their field of vision and did not attack. They just raised their vigilance and aimed at him with bows and arrows.

Seeing that the other side did not attack, the rider quickly came to the city gate, raised the box high, and shouted: "His Majesty Gavin brought 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 items opened the box tremblingly. At a glance, his face instantly turned as pale as snow.

The two dead heads lay quietly in the box, as if they were still filled with endless resentment and hatred.