Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

The head coach of Highgarden, Fertimo Crane, walked in a hurry, his steps quick and powerful, walking through the flower-filled paths of the seaside manor. The sea breeze blew gently, fluttering the corners of his clothes, but it failed to slow down his pace.

Stepping into the manor, the sun shines on the colorful flower beds, reflecting dreamlike light and shadow. In the pavilion not far away, Margery was chatting and joking with the maids, and laughter like silver bells floated in the air.

Fertimo Klein stepped forward quickly and saluted Margaery: "Miss Margaery, I have found out the specific situation. Gavin Bellerith has already successfully occupied Linlith. Now for some unknown reason, he is... There is a war with Tyrosh and Myr, but judging from the loot unloaded at those ports, the battle should be good."

After hearing this, the smile on Margaery's face instantly froze, and her beautiful eyes opened wide, full of surprise.

She never expected that Gavin's attack would go so smoothly and he would successfully capture Lys City in such a short period of time. Judging from this situation, Gavin's strength will surely become stronger. If he waits to completely resolve the threat of Essos, it may be beyond the control of the Tyrell family, which will be extremely detrimental to the subsequent negotiations.

Originally, the Tyrell family planned to summon Gavin to Highgarden in the name of Margaery's name, and let the experienced and wily Lady Olenna discuss it with Gavin. However, they never imagined that Gavin would use the excuse of a war. declined the invitation.

Now that her grandmother is not around, the burden of decision-making falls on Margery's shoulders. After thinking for a moment, Margery said firmly: "Get ready, we will leave for Reese tomorrow."

After hearing this, Fertimo Klein's expression instantly became solemn, and he hurriedly advised: "Miss Margaery, I don't recommend that you go to Reese at this time. Obviously, the war there is not over, and the bandits from the Third Daughter Country are It's rampant, and those people are very barbaric. It's too risky to go there rashly. If possible, it's best to have the Redwin family provide us with a few warships to ensure safety."

After hearing this, Margery shook her head slightly and said: "It will be too late to wait for the message to be sent back to Highgarden. I want to see Gavin before the end of the war, and aren't all the transport ships safe? Let’s go to Rees first to see the situation and then make a decision.”

Fertimo Klein looked at Margaery's resolute expression and knew that she was determined to go, and it would be difficult to convince her to do so. If you continue to persuade, you will appear timid. In desperation, he could only sigh heavily and agreed: "Okay, Miss Margaery, I hope everything goes well on this trip."

At the same time, in an inn on Bloodstone Island, Quentin Martell also learned about the war between Gavin and Tyrosh and Myr.

He made a prompt decision and asked his guards to contact the ship heading to Lys, and said eagerly: "The sooner the better, set off as soon as possible."

The guard looked troubled and persuaded: "Sir, there is still a war over there. Do you need to ask Prince Dolan about this matter?"

Quentin Martell hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then said with firm eyes: "Just go to Governor Boris and send a raven to my father to inform him of the situation here. Isn't Lys City very safe at the moment? And Daenerys is There, it would be better to see her first if possible."

After the guard heard this, he said no more and took the order and left.

Not only Margaery Tyrell and Quentin Martel were also eager to go to Lys, but there was also a huge fleet with one hundred and thirty warships speeding towards Lys Island.

The fleet moved forward through the waves on the sea. The oars on both sides of the ship rose and fell neatly, splashing layers of white foam. On the towering mast, the Volantis flag with an orange background and a black tiger swayed in the wind.

The commander of the fleet, Nerik Visama, was standing on the bow of the flagship with a frown on his face. He took out the letter from the flying pigeon in his hand, glanced at it briefly and then threw it away.

Seeing this, the deputy on the side asked with a wry smile: "Is it the urging of Consul Madaccio?"

Nerik said to his deputy angrily: "He wants to send us ten letters a day to make up for the prestige he has almost lost. The fleet can only be so fast, so what's the use of rushing?"

After hearing this, the deputy guessed: "Sir, do you think the war in the disputed area was not going well, which is why Consul Madaccio was forced to do this."

After hearing this, Nerick did not answer, but stared at the sea ahead, with many thoughts in his mind.

He is the eldest son of the Elephant Party Archon Nesisor Visama. As a member of the Elephant Party, he has always opposed going to war with a Valyrian Dragon King. Even if he wants to seize the disputed land, he believes in cooperating with that Dragon King. Far better than Tyrosh and Myr.

He really couldn't figure out how Malachor persuaded his father and another Elephant Party governor. But now, the deal is done and the fleet has set sail for the battlefield. He feels extremely helpless and worried.

Once, Aegon rode the Black Death to defeat Volantis, and it took decades for Volantis to recover. Once defeated this time, Volantis may once again fall into chaos and decay.

Just as Nerick's thoughts were racing, his deputy quickly shook him. He looked at the deputy curiously and saw that the deputy had a solemn look on his face and stared straight ahead. Nerick followed his gaze and looked curiously, only to see countless black spots appearing on the sea level, and a fleet no less numerous than them suddenly appeared in front.

The sea breeze seemed to have stopped at this moment. Nerick's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously. His throat was dry, and he tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The increasingly clear outline of the fleet was like a heavy mountain, pressing him a little breathless.

As an experienced fleet commander, Narik only took a glance and roughly judged the size of the opposing fleet.

However, the scene before him was completely different from what Malachor had described before, and it was far different.

The number of warships owned by the dragon king was not only not inferior to Volantis, but even exceeded expectations. Nearly half of the sailing warships were flapping huge sails in the sea breeze, like unstoppable beasts.

Narik's face became more gloomy in an instant, as if water could drip out. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks trembled slightly, showing his extreme tension and anxiety. His eyebrows were locked into a deep "Chuan" character, and the ravines seemed to be full of worries and contemplation.

Narik took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and prepare to deal with the situation in front of him.

"Blow the horn and notify the fleet to prepare to meet the enemy!" He ordered his deputy beside him.