Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

As everyone left the camp, it became extremely quiet inside the camp.

Gavin frowned slightly, turned to Jalal, and asked: "Where are the thirty warships?"

Not long ago, Gavin specially sent a letter to Hassan, asking him to dispatch thirty warships here in order to completely control Slaver's Bay.

Although there are only thirty warships, with the presence of Chiying, the deterrent power they can exert at sea is far greater than that on land.

Judging by the time, the warship should have arrived.

When Jalal heard Gavin's inquiry, he paused for a moment, thinking about the relevant information quickly in his mind, and then replied: "Your Majesty, the last time I contacted the warship was thirteen days ago, and I have not received any more messages since then. The new carrier pigeon delivers the message. But according to the time estimate, the civil ship should be able to reach here within two days. It may be delayed by the storm. "

After listening to Jalal's answer, Gavin nodded slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, and said: "As soon as the warship arrives, notify me as soon as possible. Go and bring the messenger of Meereen in."

Jalal responded respectfully: "I will pay close attention, Your Majesty." After saying that, he slowly withdrew and Gavin was the only one left in the tent. He sat there with a thought in his mind. The Blood Dragon Guards outside the tent rushed in and guarded both sides of Gavin.

Gavin doesn't really want to meet the Meereen envoy. His policies have shaken the foundations of all the wise masters. Those wise masters will not surrender as long as they are not stupid. The meeting is nothing more than a bunch of nonsense, but after all, this is a routine before the war. , just send it away quickly.

Grazdan Moeraz stood outside the military camp, his eyes showing anxiety and helplessness.

Around him, a group of Unsullied soldiers were like a cold human wall, tightly surrounding them.

The Unsullied were armed with sharp spears, the tips of which shone coldly in the sunlight, pointing at them unceremoniously, as if they would stab them out without hesitation if there was even the slightest movement.

This sense of oppression filled everyone's hearts with fear, and Grazdan Moeraz was no exception. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

His mood became more and more irritable. This was already his second mission, but he had no expectations at all. To be honest, he didn't want to see Gavin again at all.

Gavin's domineering style made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Every time he faced Gavin, he seemed to be walking a tightrope, worried that if he accidentally said the wrong thing, he would be burned to death.

After all, Gavin had mercilessly burned the emissaries of Volantis to death with dragonfire.

However, all the sages are unwilling to take on the role of messenger.

The identities of the other people are not important enough, and sending Gavin as envoy is in great danger to his life.

The wise masters all said that Grazdan Moeraz had been on a mission once and came back intact, so there must be no problem.

Considering that the Yunkai clan took refuge here, Grazdan Moeraz had no choice but to agree to this mission.

Suddenly, Grazdan Moeraz saw Jalal walking towards him.

Grazdan Moeraz immediately showed a friendly smile and was about to step forward, but the Unsullied One's spear immediately pointed at him, causing his steps to stop suddenly.

When Jalal saw this, he immediately shouted back the soldiers.

Grazdan Moeraz breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, forced a smile, and said to Jalal: "Master Jalal, long time no see, how are you? "

Jalal bowed slightly and responded politely: "Thank you Lord Grazdan Moeraz for your concern. I am fine. You have had a hard time coming here this time."

Grazdan Moeraz quickly waved his hand and said: "Where is it? I arrived just after leaving the city. Lord Jalal was so polite. I wonder if your majesty is willing to see us?"

Jalal smiled and said: "Your Majesty agrees to see you, please come with me."

Grazdan Moeraz slowly walked into the camp under the guidance of Jalal with an anxious mood.

The first thing that caught the eye was the Blood Dragon Guards, who were waiting in full formation. They stood on both sides like sculptures, their eyes cold and alert.

When Grazdan Moeraz saw this scene, he felt relieved. At least he was not facing the terrifying dragon directly.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then walked towards Gavin in the center of the camp.

After reaching a suitable distance, he stopped, bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry to bother you again. On behalf of all the sages of Meereen, I hope you can withdraw your troops and spare Meereen."

Gavin sat on a chair in the center of the camp, looking at Grazdan Moeraz with cold eyes, saying nothing, just waiting quietly for him to continue speaking.

Upon seeing this, Grazdan Moeraz continued: "Your Majesty, we are well aware of your strength and your determination to conquer Slaver's Bay. We are willing to pay more gold, and from today on, the three cities of Slaver's Bay will give you Surrender, pay you taxes on time every year, and send troops to fight for you. In this way, you have conquered Slaver's Bay. In order to show my respect for you, I also specially selected twenty bed slaves for you. They are proficient in six positions. and the Thirteen Techniques of Spring Crying.”

After Gavin heard this, the corner of his mouth raised slightly. The other party was really sincere. This was the same as the loyalty model in Westeros, but the loyalty never personally controlled the insurance. He said in a deep voice: "Grazdan Moeraz, you are already here. "Twice, I have made it very clear before. What I want is complete conquest, not superficial surrender and false promises like yours."

His eyes became colder, and his voice became lower and more majestic: "You go back and bring a message to the wise lord of Meereen. From today on, no ships are allowed to leave the port, otherwise they will be reduced to ashes. The time I give you Enough has happened and my patience has run out."

Grazdan Moeraz's heart tightened. Although he was mentally prepared, he still wanted to make amends.

He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please think again. As long as you do not attack the city, we can discuss anything. We can increase the amount of gold, and we can also send more slaves and supplies."

Gavin didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore. He raised his hand slightly and said coldly: "Take them out."

The Blood Dragon Guards immediately took action. Like a black torrent, they quickly rushed towards Grazdan Moeraz and others.

Grazdan Moeraz sighed helplessly, knowing that his efforts were in vain, so he could only slowly exit the camp under the escort of the Blood Dragon Guards.