Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 130 The First Legion
Seeing the previous scene, Daenerys walked towards her residence anxiously. When she learned that Gavin was in the military camp, she turned around without hesitation and walked quickly towards the direction of the camp.

The sun shone on the land of the military camp, and the raised dust danced in the golden light.

When Gavin saw Daenerys who had suddenly arrived, before he even asked her purpose, she couldn't wait to tell him about the miserable scenes of the slaves she had seen before. Those pairs of eyes full of desire and helplessness deeply hurt her heart.

She said with a burning gaze and full of expectation: "Gavin, we must give these slaves freedom! Look at them, living an inhuman life and suffering endless torture, how can we just sit back and watch?"

Gavin frowned slightly, his eyes deep, and after thinking for a moment, he responded: "In fact, I have had this idea for a long time. The slaves lack enthusiasm and have low production efficiency. Slavery has seriously restricted the development of the territory. This is extremely detrimental to our future. However, abolishing slavery rashly will definitely cause chaos. I originally planned to set up various industries for slaves to work according to the model of the Stone Steps Islands. Any slave can be freed after working for five years, and those with good performance can shorten the years. But now that slaves are migrating on a large scale, people's hearts are floating. It is indeed necessary to announce this news as soon as possible to calm people's hearts."

After hearing this, Daenerys' face instantly broke into a happy smile, and she said excitedly: "Then let me do it. I want them to know that there will be hope in their lives soon."

Looking at Daenerys' enthusiastic face, Gavin couldn't help but think of Daenerys' kindness when he watched the drama in his previous life. She even paid a lot for it. But now that he was in control of the situation, he could satisfy her kindness. Thinking of this, Gavin nodded and said, "Okay, then you go and arrange it, but be careful with your wording. Make sure everyone understands that this is the lord's gift."

Daenerys was overjoyed when she heard this. She turned around and left quickly like a light bird, eager to bring this ray of hope to the suffering slaves.

Daenerys traveled to several slave settlements, constantly announcing the policy of freedom to the slaves and ordering the soldiers to uncuff all the slaves.

The slaves were silent at first, as if they couldn't believe their ears. But soon, their disbelief turned into extreme surprise and excitement, and deafening cheers broke out in the crowd. Some of them cried with joy, tears streaming down their cheeks; some hugged each other and cheered; some knelt down to thank, muttering praises to Daenerys and Gavin.

As Daenerys made her final announcement, an elderly slave stepped forward, holding the heavy shackles that had just been unlocked in both hands, respectfully presented them to Daenerys, and shouted loudly: "You and Lord Gavin are our saviors, the Breakers of Shackles!" Everyone responded and shouted in unison: "Breakers of Shackles! Breakers of Shackles!"

In this enthusiastic atmosphere, some soldiers came hurriedly and announced loudly in the crowd: "Anyone who volunteers to join the army can gain freedom in just three years. The wives, children and daughters of the soldiers can also enjoy the three-year policy. Those who have made military achievements can directly exchange their military merits for freedom and are more likely to become officers. Their children will be recruited to the academy for training!" This news was like pouring another bucket of oil on the burning flames, and the enthusiasm of the slaves was instantly ignited to the extreme.

Many young and strong men stepped forward, with flames burning in their eyes, and walked out of the crowd to sign up without hesitation.

Among them, a tall, muscular young man, who originally looked a little haggard due to long-term slavery, was full of high morale at the moment and shouted loudly: "I want to join the army and fight for freedom!" His voice echoed in the crowd, arousing more people's response. A thin but determined boy also squeezed to the front. Although his body was not fully grown, he had the courage and shouted in a slightly childish voice: "I want to go too, I want to use my strength to exchange for true freedom!"

A middle-aged slave with a weathered face, his face engraved with the traces of time and the pain of slavery, stood up resolutely at this moment, "Although I am no longer young, I still have the strength to fight for freedom!" His words infected the people around him, and more people expressed their willingness to join the army.

For a time, the voices of signing up to join the army rose one after another and resounded through the sky.

As the last batch of supplies and slaves were transported to the island of Lis, the chaotic docks gradually returned to order. The noisy shouts gradually subsided, the crowds' pushing and scrambling also slowly stopped, and the chaos finally receded like a tide.

Although the slaves were very enthusiastic about joining the army, only 5,000 people were selected after a strict screening. Most of them were new recruits with no combat experience, and their immature faces were full of confusion and expectations for the future. Due to the lack of training and actual combat experience, it was difficult to form a strong combat force in a short period of time.

Gavin looked at the 5,000 new recruits. He decided to train them first and only have them participate in the task of defending the city. Since this was Gavin's first real army, he named them the First Legion.

Just then, Hassan came hurriedly and told Gavin that the envoy of Volantis had arrived at Lys Island and wanted to see him. The other party claimed that he came under the orders of the Archon of Volantis, Malachor Megya.

In a spacious hall, Gavin sat on a heavy wooden chair in the middle, with Jora and Hassan sitting on his left and right. The hall was extremely quiet, like the calm sea before a storm.

Outside the hall, the breeze gently blew the military flag, which swayed slightly, making a slight rubbing sound.

Soon, Volantis's messenger and his followers, led by the guards, strode into the hall. He held his head high, walked steadily and powerfully, and wore a gorgeous and exquisite silk robe embroidered with Volantis' unique and complex patterns. The gold thread shone brightly in the sun, highlighting his noble status. He had an elusive expression on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, examining Gavin up and down, as if he wanted to see through his mind.

Gavin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the uninvited guest calmly. The envoy bowed slightly as a courtesy, his gesture seemed respectful but a little perfunctory. Then he straightened his back, cleared his throat, and said in a low and penetrating voice: "Respected Dragon King Gavin, I am here on behalf of Volantis, Myr and Tyrosh by the order of Archon Malachor Megaya, who is in charge of the three-city coalition forces at this time."

(End of this chapter)