Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Gavin nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and he calmly asked, "Just tell me, what did Malachor ask you to do?"

The messenger coughed lightly, his eyes became sharper, and continued, "I heard about your actions in this land, and Volantis, Myr and Tyrosh are very concerned about it. The land you now occupy, including some disputed lands and Lys Island, should not be under your control. I am here under orders to ask you to withdraw immediately and return all the wealth you have obtained from here, otherwise, what awaits you will be a ruthless war, and you and your dragon may die here."

As soon as the messenger finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, as if an invisible contest had already begun. The air around seemed to condense, and the silence was palpitating.

Gavin's eyes instantly turned cold, like frost in the cold winter. He slowly said, "So, Volantis intends to get involved in the matter between me and the Kingdom of the Three Daughters? I advise Volantis to think carefully and not become the next Rees." His voice was steady and powerful, but it carried an invisible pressure.

As soon as Gavin said this, the messenger's face instantly became gloomy, like the dark clouds before the storm. He snorted coldly and said, "I remind you, Dragon King Gavin, be careful when you speak. The power of Volantis is not what you can imagine. The dragons that died in Volantis are much larger than your dragons. At present, the coalition forces of the three cities exceed 50,000, and there are more than 200 warships in total. Your small force is like a baby facing a strong man in front of us, and can be easily torn apart." His words were full of threats and arrogance.

Gavin stood up suddenly, with his hands on the table in front of him, leaning forward, glaring and saying: "Since you call me the Dragon King, but you still threaten me, this messenger asks you to tell me what the consequences of threatening a Dragon King would be in the ancient Valyria period. I believe you from Volantis can help me solve the puzzle!" His anger was like a volcanic eruption, and the whole person exuded a chilling momentum.

The messenger was frightened by Gavin's momentum, and his face turned pale in an instant, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Valyria has long been destroyed in the Doomsday Catastrophe. You are seeking your own death! Once the coalition army approaches, you will have no power to fight back." However, his trembling voice betrayed his inner fear.

Gavin straightened his spine, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he responded loudly: "Valyria has indeed been destroyed, but the Dragon King of Valyria is still there. Since you can't answer, I can only demonstrate it to you with action." His words were loud and resolute.

"Hiss"

As Gavin finished speaking, a deafening dragon roar came from outside the hall, and Chiying squeezed through the door and slowly crawled into the hall. Its huge and majestic body filled the entire space, and its huge head slowly approached the already paralyzed messenger, and then let out a huge roar. The sound waves echoed in the hall, as if to shatter everything.

The messenger shouted at Gavin in horror: "No, you can't do this, I am the messenger of Volantis. You can't kill the messenger!" His voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear, and his body trembled involuntarily, as if sifting chaff.

Gavin looked at the screaming messenger calmly, and did not respond, but looked at Chiying.

"Dracarys"

Hearing Gavin's order, the messenger was the first to react. He looked at Gavin in disbelief and shouted desperately: "You will regret your decision." However, before he finished speaking, the blazing dragon flames spewed out of Chiying's mouth. Then his body was covered by dragon flames, and in an instant it turned into a burning fireball.

Under the baptism of dragon flames, he could not even make a wail, and turned into a human-shaped charcoal, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense, as if a spark could trigger a huge explosion. Everyone's heartbeat was like a war drum, and their breathing became rapid and heavy.

Gavin looked at the attendant who came with the envoy, and the other party immediately knelt down and kept begging for mercy.

"Lord Dragon King, it's none of my business. I'm not disrespectful to you. I'm just an attendant. Lord Dragon King, spare my life." His voice was crying, his forehead was tightly pressed against the ground, and his body was shaking constantly.

Gavin looked at the attendant who was so scared that he was already incoherent, and said expressionlessly: "Tell him to clean up the dust on the ground and take it back, and tell Malachor that this is my reply." Then he turned and left, leaving a dead silent hall.

After returning to the study, Gavin poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. The wine slid down his throat, but it couldn't calm his worries.

The worst situation did happen. Volantis, Myr and Tyrosh have formed an alliance. Now the opponent can pose a certain threat to Gavin by relying on the advantage of the number of warships at sea. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and quietly thought about the strategy to deal with the threat. The candlelight swayed on his face, reflecting his frown and resolute outline.

After a long time, Gavin opened his eyes, revealing a trace of solemnity in his eyes. The opponent's warships are too many. Even if most of his fleet are high-performance sailing warships, if they face off, the hope of winning is extremely slim. Fortunately, Volantis' fleet has not yet been dispatched, and it will take at least half a month for the opponent to arrive in Rees. Before that, Gavin can completely adopt the tactic of dividing and annihilating.

He planned to concentrate the superior strength of the fleet and destroy the fleets of Myr and Tyrosh with all his strength. Once successful, he would wait for the arrival of the fleet of Volantis. After the victory of the naval battle, the three cities that lost their fleets could only sigh at the sea.

By then, Gavin, who had high mobility at sea, would have taken the absolute initiative. Not to mention that the coalition had 50,000 troops, even 500,000 would find it difficult to defend the long coastline. You know, Volantis and Myr are both coastal cities, and Tyrosh is an isolated island.

Facing Gavin who could attack the city at any time, the other side would inevitably choose to split up and return to defend. Once the troops were split up, this seemingly powerful so-called alliance would exist in name only.

Gavin knew very well that he had extremely limited time, only half a month. Moreover, once the fleet was fully deployed, Lys Island would lose the protection of the fleet and could only rely on the power on the shore for defense. And the only thing that could be relied on was the newly established First Legion. As for the surrendered soldiers and mercenaries under Jorah, Gavin would never dare to employ them.

Moreover, the originally planned wildfire tactics were also declared invalid because the wildfire failed to arrive in Lys in time. The fleet must rely on real hard power to annihilate the fleets of the two cities without suffering too much loss, otherwise it may not be able to win the subsequent decisive battle with Volantis.