Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Before his death, Ser Aegor Rivers ordered the skin and flesh of his skull to be boiled off and the bones to be gilded. On the day of the restoration of the country, the descendants would hold it in the battle. The successive captains of the Golden Group inherited this tradition.

And now, this group of ghosts lost in a foreign country are back.

They have been waiting since the previous captain, Ser "Blackheart" Mys Toyne, signed an alliance with Governor Illyrio of Pentos.

The fat governor planned to marry the Targaryen princess to the horse king of Dothraki in exchange for 50,000 roaring warriors to support the Beggar King to restore the country. At that time, they would join this team and return to Westeros, but the Beggar King died. Then he placed his hope on the little girl, and the Golden Group could only continue to wait.

When Westeros was in chaos due to the civil war and when the Dothraki came to the Free Trade City, they knew the time had come.

Captain Harry Strickland led the Golden Group across the sea from Pentos.

It was dark and windy, and the waves were very loud tonight. The ships could only fasten the anchors and retract the sails.

"Why don't you attack them by force? They are already at the end of their strength."

Harry Strickland, who was homeless, pulled his flying cloak tight and said, "It's not a good job to attack by force, and there is no gold waiting for you on this broken island."

"How is the progress of Tide Head Island?" the captain asked him.

"The defense there is not as good as here, and it has been taken down."

Harry Strickland shook himself, "Westeros is much colder than there, and we should make some fires."

"Harry, you'd better take a look there."

He looked to the east.

Dragonstone Island is like a mountainous island with messy woods. There are mostly steep cliffs in the south, rugged rocky land in the west, and much flatter in the east. There is also a beach near the sea.

Sentinels with spears and crossbows patrolled the camps on the east coast, and the strong wind crackled on the flags.

The sky was unusually dark and cold, making people feel listless. A dozen mercenaries huddled together around the fire, while some leaned against it and took a nap.

Occasionally, the sound of playing dice and singing could be heard.

It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the gusts of wind sounded like the wailing of the devil under the seven layers of hell.

Moore sat by the fire, his spear placed beside his legs, his arms crossed, and his eyes closed to rest.

The flames were burning through his eyelids, and he only felt a bright red in front of him. Suddenly, something flashed, covering the light, making Moore couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

Half-lying his body and squinting at the sky, it was a white shadow, which was particularly bright in the dark night.

The shadow became larger and larger in the dark night until he could see clearly what it was.

The silver scales were as thick as metal, and the head was like a high-raised warhorse, covered with all kinds of hard patterns, sharp teeth sticking out of the mouth, and the wings spread out, like a soaring eagle.

He watched the monster swooping down, and then spewed out a huge flame from its mouth, instantly engulfing the entire fire.

The flame was like a burning long sword, directly cutting through the ground, and then continued to move forward.

Woo woo woo ~

The sound of the horn spread directly to the camp on the east coast.

The flames rose to the sky, and the howling sounded one after another.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The eyes of the entire Dragonstone Island were focused on the east coast. The flames were crackling and flashing, and the ships on the sea and the tents on the shore were billowing with thick smoke and dazzling flames.

The situation on the east coast was naturally seen by everyone in the castle. Their reinforcements finally came. The defenders on Dragonstone Island had been ready for a long time. They only waited for the flames to flash, the gate tower opened, and nine hundred soldiers with great momentum rushed out of the castle and charged all the way to the west coast.

Three hundred cavalrymen charged in front, and the mercenaries stationed on the west coast also charged them.

Soon the two streams of people merged together, shouting and killing, and weapons flashing.

After a bitter battle, Davos led the soldiers who broke through the siege to a predetermined secret coast. The pursuers behind him were close behind. If the reinforcements did not arrive, this would be their grave.

The fog on the sea was mysterious and there was nothing but the whistling sea breeze. Davos looked at the sea in silence. When the maester brought the injured raven and the letter to him, he wondered in his heart whether this was a trick of the enemy.

The calm sea seemed to tell him that this was a trick of the enemy to lure them out of the city.

The enemy had surrounded them from all directions.

Davos turned back from the sea with the long sword in his hand.

He felt that the team began to become restless, and despair spread instantly. Jafar Dondarrion leaned beside him and asked him loudly: Where are the reinforcements?

Earl Hugh Granderson of All-Seeing City suggested that they give up resistance.

"Here they come! They come!" someone shouted.

All eyes turned to the sea, the pointed bow pierced through the fog like a spear, five warships came riding the wind and waves, dozens of oars were shaking.

A boiling war cry instantly came from the coast, and they quickly formed a formation to welcome the reinforcements.

The horn sounded directly on the sea, the warships docked on the bay, countless tenders were lowered, and the ships carrying soldiers quickly rowed to the coast. Behind the warships, there were six ships slowly approaching.

Under the cover of the army on the shore, the landing troops successfully landed. The addition of reinforcements boosted their morale, and the mercenaries were quickly killed.

Camiro was the first to go down and walked to Davos' side, "My lord, I was ordered by Lord Cole to come to meet His Majesty the King."

Davos shook his head. "The king has..."

Camilo was stunned for a moment, then said, "Then please board the ship as soon as possible, we will provide cover."

With the shuttle boat, they quickly retreated to the sea.

The fire on the east coast was still spreading, and the Golden Group's attention had long been attracted here.

"Shoot! Shoot!" The officer commanded the mercenaries to attack the flying monster with bows and arrows.

He was too fast.

Harry Strickland brought soldiers to support from the port of the fishing village.

Soon, the white shadow flying in the dark night was captured by their eyes.

Dragons have not appeared on the continent of Westeros for hundreds of years. People have different opinions about their appearance, but everyone can be sure that dragons can spit out hot flames.

It was through this monster that the Valyrians built the huge Valyrian Free Fortress, and the Targaryens conquered the continent of Westeros through dragons.

After the white dragon destroyed the east coast, it rushed into the night and disappeared.

What he left behind were burnt corpses beyond recognition, blazing flames, a chaotic camp and sea, and the sounds of wailing and issuing orders echoing everywhere.