Chapter 220 Jon Clinton

But unfortunately, the wishful thinking of the ragged prince was smashed.

Although Viserys will hand over Pentos to him according to the agreement, but of course it will not be a complete Pentos, otherwise this huge potential city-state will become his own trouble sooner or later.

The ragged Prince's butcher's knife swung at these viceroys' families means that he has completely broken with these traditional forces ingrained in Pantos, and there is absolutely no possibility of re-conversation.

And the turmoil of this bloody night, smashing, looting, and burning, the civilians of Pentos will attribute it to the evil of the mercenaries.

As the head of the mercenary, the ragged prince who later ruled Pantos is naturally at a loss.

In fact, he has no way to argue, because this is the sin of the wind blowing group.

The prince in ragged clothes may be able to control himself, but he cannot control the evil thoughts of his more than 2,000 brothers.

And people can't tell the difference between the wind blowing regiment and other mercenaries, they can only buckle all the shit pots on the head of the ragged prince.

This was the pit Viserys dug for the Ragged Prince.

However, even if the ragged prince knew that this was a pit, and it was a cesspool, he still had to jump down with his nose pinched.

The situation is pressing.

If the ragged prince refuses, and there is no Targaryen family to support him, I am afraid that he, the Prince of Pentos, will not be able to do it for a few days, and he will be supported by the remaining forces of Pentos and even other city-states and the anger of the people. to overthrow.

And the manipulator behind all this, Viserys is still the same glorious image.

He was betrayed and attacked by the governors, trampled on the sacred rights of guests, and then fought back and killed them all.

Viserys still has an unparalleled reputation among the lower classes.

That's why he needs someone like Rams.

He could do a lot of things for Viserys that weren't for a king.

And he will take the initiative to take the blame and the crime on his own head.

Inside the half-collapsed Prince's Palace.

Now that the battle has come to an end, Balerion's dragon flames have burned some of the Pantos soldiers to death, while many more are frightened and flee.

The Andalusians came in, and some of these Pantos soldiers were killed, and some of them put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

And those governors who wanted to escape were also very unfortunate. Bellerion's eyes were very sharp. He could see a rabbit in the grass at a height of hundreds of meters. Naturally, the flames and thick smoke could not stop the dragon. line of sight, so they were blocked by Balerion.

Then several brave guards were torn to pieces, and those governors were turned to charcoal by a dragon's flame.

"The dragon has not killed as many people as the soldiers, and they are more scared away."

The blue-haired man followed Viserys, his body still wearing bright armor that reflected light in the firelight.

Then he turned his head to look at Viserys. He wanted to remind Viserys not to get carried away because of the dragon. The most decisive factor in war is the soldier, not the dragon.

The soldiers of Andalos were walking around cleaning the battlefield, and the fire that was ignited by the raging dragon flames was still burning.

Viserys stepped over a charred corpse, the corpse of a governor of Pentos, almost unrecognizable now.

"Ok, I know."

Viserys said perfunctorily without looking back, fiddling with the head of the corpse on the ground with his scabbard.

And Gregor Clegane, the "Magic Mountain" who was sent by Tywin to assist the governors in murdering Viserys, was already tied up by the five flowers.

He was hit by a sword in his waist and thigh, and he was still bleeding from the serious injuries, and the big sword in his hand fell not far away.

When the soldiers were just preparing to subdue him, they were attacked by this villain, and two soldiers were even injured.

However, no matter how arrogant the Demon Mountain's arrogance is, it is already a tiger falling into Pingyang.

His arms were tied behind his back, and the chains were tied so tightly that they almost went into the flesh.

The helmet on the top of the head was also knocked off, revealing a huge head full of slender flesh. Even the head of the magic mountain was ten kilograms heavier than others.

There was also a wound on his forehead, and blood stained half of his cheek. This should have been the injury he had hit against the wall when he was dueling with Viserys just now.

The whole body of Moshan was tightly bound, and all the ropes were replaced with stronger and heavier chains, for fear that this terrifying monster would break free from the shackles and rush out to hurt people.

Even as he was being pushed past Viserys, a pair of terrifying black and white eyes were staring at him, and his voice was heavy and panting.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

However, the magic mountain paused when passing by Viserys, and seemed to want to say something to Viserys.

But Viserys didn't even look up, and the muscles on the mountain's cheeks twitched slightly.

In the end, the soldier held the sword against his lower back, and left here with a loud scolding.

And 'Griffin' witnessed this scene all the way, staring at the magic mountain, slightly holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, but finally released it.

"What do you... want to do with the magic mountain?"

The blue-haired man took a deep breath, turned his head and asked.

"It won't be too easy to die."

Viserys put the scabbard back on his waist and raised his head in a calm voice.

Then his eyes fell on the resolute man's face again, and he looked up and down again and said.

"Tell me about yourself, Griffin."

Viserys added a slight emphasis on the last name Griffin.

He had met the man in front of him ten years ago, when Viserys was just the naughty second prince in the Red Keep, which was why he looked familiar to him.

At that time, the other party was eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was very different from the uncle who looked a little downcast with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

In addition, time has indeed passed for a long time, and Viserys did not recognize him for the first time.

Jon Clinton.

The young Earl of Gryphon's Nest had served as the former Prime Minister of Viserys' father, "Mad King" Aerys, as a teenager.

He was one of the few good brothers of Viserys' brother Rhaegar, and the two young men often got together.

Jon Clinton at that time was proud, brave, passionate, fearless and hungry for honor.

He was also a capable warrior and commander, and even had the chance to kill Robert Baratheon in the Usurper Wars to end the rebellion.

In the end, however, he was sacked by Aerys II for his defeat in the war, stripped of his lands and titles and expelled.

And 'Griffin' looked at Viserys, his lips moved slightly, and finally he let out a long sigh.