Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 131 The Threat from Three Cities

Gavin nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and asked calmly, "Just tell me, why did Malachor ask you to come here?"

The messenger coughed lightly, his eyes became sharper, and he continued, "I have heard about your actions in this land. Volantis, Myr, and Tyrosh are very concerned about it. The land you occupy now, including some disputed lands and the Isle of Lys, should not be under your control. I am ordered to come here and demand that you withdraw immediately and return all the wealth you have taken 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 them seemed to condense, and the silence was so frightening.

Gavin's eyes turned cold in an instant, like frost in the cold winter. He slowly said, "So, Volantis is planning to interfere in the affairs between me and the Kingdom of 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 turned gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm. He snorted coldly and said, "I remind you, Dragon King Gavin, be careful with your words. The power of Volantis is beyond your imagination. The dragons that died in Volantis are much bigger than your dragons. Currently, 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, supported his hands on the table in front of him, leaned forward, glared and said: "Since you call me the Dragon King, but you still threaten me. Messenger, please tell me what the consequences would be if you threatened a Dragon King in the ancient Valyria. I believe that you, who are from Volantis, can explain it to me!" His anger erupted like a volcano, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

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 was destroyed in the Doomsday catastrophe long ago. You are seeking your own death! Once the coalition army approaches, you will be powerless to fight back." However, his trembling voice betrayed his inner fear.

Gavin straightened his back, his eyes firm as iron, and responded loudly: "Valyria has indeed been destroyed long ago, but the Dragon King of Valyria is still there. Since you can't answer, I can only demonstrate it to you with my actions." His words were loud and clear, full of determination.

"Hiss"

As Gavin finished speaking, a deafening dragon roar came from outside the hall, and Blazing Shadow 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 frightened 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 a messenger from 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 shouting messenger calmly without responding, but looked at Chiying.

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

Under the baptism of dragon flame, he could not even utter a wail before he turned into a human-shaped charcoal. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense, as if a spark could cause 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 messenger, and the other party immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Lord Dragon King, this is none of my business. I am not disrespectful to you. I am just a follower. Lord Dragon King, please spare my life." His voice was filled with tears, his forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, and his body kept shaking.

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

Gavin returned to his study and poured himself a glass of wine, then drank it in one gulp. The wine slid down his throat, but it could not calm his worries.

The worst situation has indeed happened. Volantis, Myr, and Tyrosh have formed an alliance. Now the enemy 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 determined outline.

After a long while, Gavin opened his eyes, revealing a trace of solemnity. The enemy had too many warships. Even though most of his fleet was made up of high-performance sailing warships, his chances of winning were slim in a head-on confrontation. Fortunately, Volantis' fleet had not yet been dispatched, and it would take at least half a month for the enemy to reach Lys. Before that, Gavin could completely adopt the tactic of dividing and annihilating.

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

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

Faced with Gavin who can attack the city at any time, the opponent will inevitably choose to split up their troops to defend. Once the troops are divided, this seemingly powerful so-called alliance will be in name only.

Gavin knew very well that he had only half a month of time. Moreover, once the fleet was fully deployed, Lis Island would lose the protection of the fleet and could only rely on the forces on the shore for defense. The only one he could rely on was the newly formed 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.

(End of this chapter)