Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 127 New “Three Cities” Alliance?
Under the blazing sun, a group of tall and strong soldiers held high the orange-and-black-tiger flag and marched in the city of Mill in an orderly manner. The soldiers wore the iconic tiger-skin robes and pointed helmets decorated with gorgeous feathers and metal ornaments, which shone brightly in the sun and looked majestic. They were the Tiger Robe Army from Volantis.

The Tiger Robe Soldiers were guarding the elephant in the middle of the team, with an exquisitely decorated sedan chair on its back.

Sitting inside was Malachor Megya, the Tiger Party governor of Volantis. Although the old man was old, his eyes were still sharp. His hair was gray and sparse, and his face was covered with wrinkles, like deep ravines carved by the years. However, his cold and arrogant expression and straight spine still revealed the majesty of his long-term high position.

Listening to the noise outside, Malachor Megya gently parted the curtain and looked out at the strange city. This was the first time in his life that he had come to Mir.

If it weren't for the threat posed by the sudden appearance of the Dragon King and the cordial invitation of Lord Theron of Tyrosh, he would probably never have the chance to set foot in this familiar yet unfamiliar hostile city-state.

Soon, the team arrived at the square in front of the Governor's Palace, where more than a dozen fat Myr Governors dressed in gorgeous robes and a Tyroshi with colorful hair were waiting.

A Myr governor came forward, bowed slightly and said, "Welcome to Myr, respected Governor Malachor. The council is ready. Lord Theron and the governors have already arrived and are waiting for you inside."

Malachor nodded, and the slaves at the back of the team quickly ran to the elephant holding a red carpet and rolled it all the way to the Governor's Mansion. The elephant trainer then made the elephant kneel down, and the slaves nearby quickly knelt down to act as a step.

Malachor then stood up and walked with steady steps, stepping off the elephant on the slave's back, walking on the red carpet towards the Governor's Palace.

Led by the fat governor, Malachor walked into the huge conference hall. The hall was magnificent, with a huge triangular table occupying the center. The tabletop was made of precious wood and inlaid with dazzling gems and gold edges, showing its solemnity and luxury.

Obviously, this table was used to hold the Three Cities Alliance when resisting Volantis. Now, it is unexpected that the archon of Volantis sits on one of the sides. It is somewhat ironic and ridiculous.

When Malachor came in, everyone in the hall stood up to greet him. On one side were the governors of Myr, wearing luxurious clothes and expensive accessories. They were fat and smiling, but their eyes were shrewd and calculating.

On the other side were Lord Theron and other governors of Tyrosh. The Lord of Tyrosh wore a tall hat that represented power. He was tall, thin, with high cheekbones, and a pair of slender eyes deep in his eye sockets. His eyes were deep and sharp, revealing his viciousness and cunningness. The other governors of Tyrosh had colorful hair, which made them look flamboyant and unruly.

Lord Theron spoke first: "Welcome, respected Governor Malachor, thank you for taking the time to attend this meeting."

Malachor sneered and said with a hint of disdain: "Humph, if the situation was not so pressing, how could you have invited me here." After that, he walked straight to his seat and sat down.

Hearing the contempt in Malachor's words, the hall was suddenly filled with a slight commotion. The merchant governors all felt dissatisfied and whispered to each other with gloomy faces.

Lord Theron saw this and opened his hands and pressed them down, signaling for silence. Malachor Megear's attitude made him very angry, but he held back his anger. Unlike the Kingdom of the Three Daughters, the governors of Volantis were always the families with Valyrian blood who took turns to inherit. They looked down on the merchants in the Kingdom of the Three Daughters who were elected. However, the situation was urgent at this time, and as long as he could get the power of Volantis, a little humiliation was nothing.

Then he said respectfully to Malachor, "I believe you know all about Lys. Gavin Belleris attacked Lys in the Free Cities without any reason and occupied the entire territory at a very fast speed. Moreover, he is a dragon king of Valyria. We all know the ambition of a dragon king and he will never be satisfied with this. I believe that you, Archon Malachor, understand this truth when you come here."

After hearing this, Malachor said disdainfully: "You are the ones who should be worried. The power of Volantis will never be afraid of the Dragon King. We have tens of thousands of Tiger Cloaks. Moreover, in the Bloody Age, we have killed more than one Dragon King with a giant dragon."

A Myr governor stood up and said eagerly, "Archon Malachor, we admit that Volantis is powerful. More than 100 years ago, Myr also killed Jacarys Targaryen and his dragon. In the Bloody Age, Tyrosh did the same thing. This is nothing to brag about."

Malachor leaned back in his chair and sneered, "If you are so familiar with killing dragons, why did you ask me to come here? Why would Volantis make an enemy of a dragon king for no reason?"

Lord Theron spoke up at this time: "Archon Malachor, we are all one of the nine free trade cities. We should unite and drive out or kill the Dragon King Gavin Belleris. Otherwise, his ambitions will grow as he occupies the disputed lands. Sooner or later, he will threaten us. I am afraid that the powerful Volantis will not be spared by then. Lis is a lesson for us."

After a pause, he continued, "After driving away the dragon king, we, Tyrosh and Myr, have decided to give half of the disputed land that originally belonged to Lys to Volantis as a reward for your troops. In addition, we can also give you enough gold and supplies to satisfy you."

Malachor said coldly, "Not enough. This price is not enough to make Volantis take action. Even if Gavin Belleris does not have enough troops to defend such a large area, he has a dragon and a fleet. The strength of that fleet is stronger than your two city-states combined."

Following his words, the hall was instantly plunged into a noisy and heated discussion. The Myr governors waved their arms angrily, loudly accusing the Malachor Lion of asking too much, their faces flushed red, and their fat bodies trembled slightly with excitement.

The governors of Tyrosh also frowned, exchanged worried glances with each other, and expressed their dissatisfaction with the harsh conditions proposed by Malachor.

Lord Theron could only stand up again and wave his hands vigorously to quiet everyone down.

be quiet
Don't talk

Finally, everyone in the conference hall fell silent.

Lord Theron asked Malachor with a serious expression, "What does the Archon want?"

(End of this chapter)