Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Olaf looked coldly at the Black Ear tribesman who was gradually losing strength and his eyes were gradually blurring in front of him. He snorted coldly and exerted force with his five fingers.

The sound of "click, click" sounded.

The sound of broken bones was extremely harsh in the night sky.

The lifeless corpse slid softly to the ground in the night sky. Olaf slowly retracted his palm, his eyes still cold.

"You shouldn't have killed him."

With a sigh, the old wizard behind him said with some helplessness: "He is working for us after all. If you kill him, no one from other tribes will dare to be loyal to us."

"I hate traitors!"

Olaf did not look back, but said coldly, "Whether it's the enemy's traitor or our own traitor."

The old wizard shook his head and sighed secretly.

This man behaves so violently, yet he still wants to become the "King of the Mountain Men"?

How could the gods be so blind!

"At the summer festival in three days, I will definitely tear apart all the enemies in front of me, become the 'King of the Mountain People', and then build a huge kingdom of mountain people... Hahaha"

Speaking of the sweet dream in his heart, Olaf couldn't help laughing.

Chapter 160

A valley in the center of the Mingyue Mountains.

It was noon, and everything was quiet.

The warm breeze blows through the mountains and forests, bringing the smell of sunshine.

The dark clouds in the distance quickly dispersed, and the sun-drenched Mingyue Mountains slowly spread out in front of us like a gorgeous picture scroll.

This valley is naturally the place where the summer sacrifice of the Gaoshan clan tribe will be held.

Three days passed quickly.

The nearly [-] mountain people of the entire Gaoshan clan are ready for the annual summer sacrifice.

Countless young men are gearing up to show off their skills in the martial arts competition held today.

Even if he can't win the throne of "King of the Mountain Men", he can still show his bravery and attract the favor of the girl he likes.

Dozens of wizards from different tribes were already singing prayers on the altar.

Hundreds of torches, as well as the firelight and thick smoke from more than a dozen fires, countless mountain people prostrate themselves devoutly towards the altar.

But in Domeric's eyes, this altar was too simple.

It is surrounded by stones, granite without mortar, the surface is full of rough scratches, the ground is covered with turf, or fur with the smell of animals...

In the center of the altar is a tall weirwood tree.

Dark red leaves, pale branches, the trunk is nearly twelve feet wide, and the branches and leaves are lush and expanding, covering the entire valley.

It was the largest weirwood tree Domeric had ever seen.

But what really surprised him was not the sheer size of the weirwood, but the face of the gods carved on the tree.

The mouth on the face is not a simple horizontal cut, but a jagged hollow large enough to swallow a sheep.

It seems to contain some kind of power.

Like these mountain people,

The blood of the "ancestors" flows in the Bolton family, and they believe in those ancient gods who have neither name nor appearance, belong to the green forest, and are believed by the ancestors and the children of the lost forest.

This massive weirwood exudes an invisible power.

As the day when the stars cry blood and the demon tide revives gets closer, Domeric seems to feel it more and more intensely.

"What a huge weirwood tree!

Look at this face, no wonder the ancestors were scared when they first arrived in Westeros. Even I wanted to pick up an ax and chop this damn thing off. "

Wallis on the side covered his mouth and let out a complaint.

"Is there anything unusual happening in the Painted Dog Tribe?"

Domeric ignored his complaints and asked.

"Sir, please don't worry."

Varys smiled sweetly: "Earl Wendell and Viscount Jon have made arrangements for the deployment of the Painted Dog Tribe."

……

The prayers of the tribal wizards soon ended.

A group of mountain women with oil paint on their faces, flower crowns on their heads, and costumes immediately appeared in the center of the altar and danced strangely.

The entire sacrificial ceremony was pushed to its climax amidst the cheers of countless young people who had nowhere to vent their energy.

Domeric seemed to hear the excited roars of countless beasts, giving him the illusion of being in a pack of wolves.

To be honest,

Domeric was not too fond of these mountain women with all kinds of paint on their faces.

I can't even realize it,

These young mountain men who have always lived in the mountains and wild animals, are experiencing an uncontrollable hormonal impulse at this moment.

The reason why this spirit cannot resonate is naturally the typical "full man does not know the hungry man is hungry".

After all, Domeric has seen a lot. Not to mention the North, he has also seen a lot of beauties from various families in King's Landing.

He personally beheaded Cersei Lannister, the "Light of the West," and stuck it on an iron spear on the wall of the Red Keep for his viewing pleasure.

Sansa Stark, the "Flower of the North", was his fiancée. He greeted her every day and played the flute every day.

There is also Benita, a fallen noble from Braavos, who can be filled with righteous indignation and give money to others at any time.

Coupled with the influence of the information explosion era in previous lives.

Domeric's view of women has unknowingly become very high.

……

The sacrifice soon reached the stage of martial arts competition.

Warriors from all major tribes are gearing up to show off their martial prowess and win the favor of tribal beauties.

Without saying a word, Domeric strode toward the center of the altar.

Since we want to overwhelm these mountain people,

What strategies and plans?

It's not as practical as showing naked force to these mountain people directly.

Amid the dissatisfied roars, Domeric's steps were steady and firm.

With a touch of coercion, he stepped up in a hurry and under the gaze of thousands of mountain people.

Domeric stood in the center of the altar, with a plain but domineering voice, looking at all the mountain people below:

"From today on, I am the king of all of you!"

Under the altar, a pot suddenly exploded.

"Uncle, who is he!?"

"Which tribe are you a warrior from?"

"It seems like a great nobleman from outside the mountains."

"Ah, why do nobles from outside the mountain appear here?"

"Because he defeated the Burning Man Tribe and the Stone Crow Tribe, and is now their new leader!"

……

The appearance of Domeric suddenly made countless mountain people around him feel dissatisfied.

"Clang" a dragon roar!

Domeric drew the Stark family's ancestral two-handed sword - "Ice".

The sword, which was as dark as black smoke, had frost-like lines spreading across it, like a layer of frost.

This two-handed sword was slapped to the ground by Domeric.

A muffled sound, accompanied by a faint wave, spread in all directions, and a circle of irregular cracks appeared on the ground.

There was a vague and inexplicable momentum emerging from the ground and rushing in all directions.

The entire valley was silent.

"I am the heir to the Bolton family of the Terror Castle in the North. Like you, I am a descendant of the ancestors...

Now I am the new leader of the Burning Man Tribe and the Stone Crow Tribe, and will also be your future 'King of the Mountain Men'!

If anyone is dissatisfied, feel free to challenge me! "

Domeric's plain voice was extremely thick.

In the silent valley, there was even a buzz in the ears of many people.

……

"Oh!"

"Pfft!"

"Crack!"

The three tribal warriors who rushed in front of Domeric flew out in no particular order and landed under the altar, groaning in pain.

The surrounding mountain people have gradually become numb.

It begins with Domeric openly proclaiming himself the "King of the Mountain Men."

So far, more than 30 recognized tribal warriors from mountain clan tribes have stepped forward to challenge.