Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Malachor Megear looked around at the crowd, his mouth corners raised, revealing a cunning smile, his eyes flashing with shrewdness and greed, and slowly said: "In addition to the land, gold and materials you just mentioned, I also want you Tyrosh and Myr to cede two towns in the disputed land, and your maritime trade routes will be tax-free for ten years. In addition, your army will fight together with my Volantis army and must obey my command completely. Otherwise, nothing will be discussed."

Malachor's words were like a heavy bomb, causing the hall to explode again. The Myr governors were furious. They quickly gathered together, their faces flushed, their eyes widened, and they kept cursing Malachor.

"Shit, this bitch-born guy is simply greedy!" A fat Myr governor panted, with veins popping out on his forehead, and shouted loudly.

"Greedy Volantis, they will never know satisfaction!" Another Myr governor waved his thick arms, spitting.

"We can hire more mercenaries, we don't need them at all! Why should we suffer this humiliation!" Another governor of Myr said with a face full of anger and gnashing teeth.

The governors of Tyrosh also expressed dissatisfaction with such harsh conditions. They turned their heads to look at their Lord Theron. Theron's face was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out. His brows were tightly knitted together, and he fell into deep thought. His eyes moved back and forth between Malachor and his subordinates, weighing the pros and cons in his mind and thinking about countermeasures.

Malachor Megaya looked at the messy governors in the conference hall and snorted in his heart. Even if he was in a high position, he could not change the greedy nature of these businessmen. Then he stood up and said loudly: "Dear governors of Myr, and Lord Theron, you can discuss it well. I am not in a hurry. You can reply to me at any time."

After that, he ignored everyone and turned to walk out of the hall. He walked steadily and left the conference hall without looking back.

Seeing this, the Tiger Robe soldiers immediately followed behind him. They were in an orderly manner, and the collision of armor made a crisp sound.

In the conference hall, the governors of Myr and the people of Tyroshi looked at Malachor's departing back, with anger and helplessness intertwined on their faces.

Prince Theron took a deep breath, tried to calm his emotions, and said: "Everyone, calm down first, we must discuss a countermeasure." The discussion of the crowd sounded again, and the atmosphere in the hall was solemn and tense.

In the evening, Prince Theron came to the place where Malachor Megaya lived. After the Tiger Robe soldiers' almost humiliating search, Theron finally saw Malachor.

He could only swallow his anger, bowed politely to Malachor, and said: "Malachor Archon, we agree to Volantis' proposal. But we also have a request. Volantis must send a fleet to participate in the war, and in addition to the land of the disputed land, they must also help us take back Lys Island."

Malachor pondered for a moment, and then said: "Okay, but Volantis wants half of Lys Island."

Lord Theron gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, then follow your arrangement."

After hearing Theron's agreement, Malachor immediately said: "Since Myr and Tyrosh agree, then gather your troops to the disputed land. Don't play tricks, Lord Theron, I also know how many troops you have."

Theron immediately nodded and said: "Of course, I dare not, then I will go to inform the governors."

Then Lord Theron turned and left. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Malachor sat in the same place, with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was proud of the result of the negotiation.

Before leaving Volantis, Malachor had discussed with the other two Elephant Party archons.

A dragon king landed in the disputed land of Essos, which has seriously threatened Volantis. They must take action, and it is best to drive the dragon king out of Essos.

It happened that Theron of Tyrosh sent an envoy, hoping to fight against Gavin Belleris together with Volantis. It would be good to share the pressure of Volantis. No matter what kind of reward Myr and Tyrosh are willing to give, Volantis will agree.

Now the result of this negotiation has far exceeded the expectations of the Tiger Party, the main war party. He knows that this alliance can not only bring rich land and resources to Volantis, but also consolidate its position in the free trade city-state.

In his heart, he has begun to plan the layout of the disputed land in the future, so that the Tiger Party will usher in glory after this storm.

The weather is clear, the sky is clear, and a few white clouds are floating leisurely in the clear gem-like sky. A golden dragon spread its broad and powerful wings, like a giant stretching its arms, flying freely in the sky.

Its posture is vigorous and graceful. Every time it flaps its wings, it is like thunder and lightning, with an awe-inspiring majesty and power. Strong airflow whistles under its wings, as if playing an exciting war song.

Gavin sat steadily on the back of Chiying, holding the reins tightly with both hands, overlooking the camp below. The tents in the camp were densely packed, and the flags fluttered in the wind. The soldiers shuttled back and forth in the camp, and their busy figures were as small and chaotic as ants in his eyes.

Gavin's eyes revealed worry and contemplation. Counting the two camps seen before, it is roughly estimated that there are 20,000 Volantis Tiger Cloaks gathered in the border area.

Two days ago, after Gavin returned to Lys and settled Daenerys, he hurriedly rode the Blazing Shadow to scout the situation here. Combined with the intelligence he had obtained before, he found that the situation in the disputed land was much worse than he had imagined.

Not only did Volantis' 20,000 Tiger Cloaks gather at the border in a vigilant battle array, but its Tiger Party Governor Malachor Megia also accepted the invitation of the Lord of Tyrosh and went to Myr without stopping.

In addition to the Golden Group, which has always been employed by Myr, Myr has even extended an invitation to the Second Sons Group far away in Slaver's Bay. Even Tyrosh hired many pirates to join their fleet. Although those pirate ships were dilapidated and low, and some were even converted from merchant ships, they were numerous and docked outside the port of Tyrosh.

Fortunately, the armies of Myr and Tyrosh have not taken any action for the time being. Calculating the time, Malachor Megia has almost just arrived in Myr, which means that Gavin still has some time to deal with it.

Seeing that the situation was almost reconnaissance, Gavin immediately patted Chiying and flew towards Lis Island. He had to hurry up and make preparations in case the other party formed an alliance and surrounded him.