Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Eagle's Nest City main castle, outside the finely carved wooden door of the hall.

Standing on the left and right were two guards wearing sky blue cloaks and holding spears.

After Nestor entered the hall, the guard crossed his spears and sealed the door.

This formation made Nestor even more uneasy.

Princess Lysa sat in a high-backed weirwood throne on a dais, alone in the entire hall.

Nestor stepped forward.

The floor and walls of the hall are made of milky white blue marble, and bits of lazy and pale sunlight shines in through the narrow arched windows in the wall.

Between the windows, torches were set in tall iron pedestals, but there was no light at all.

The marble is so white that even the reflected sunlight seems a bit chilly, but...it's not even half as cold as the woman in front of her.

Lady Lysa wore a milky white velvet dress and a necklace of sapphires and moonstones. Her reddish-brown hair was tied into a thick braid, hanging down her left shoulder.

She was sitting on the throne, glaring at the approaching Valley Manager, her face covered in makeup was red and fat.

On the wall behind her hangs a huge banner depicting House Arryn with a white crescent and falcon on a sky blue background.

Nestor stopped in front of the high platform, knelt down and saluted, "Madam, I wonder why you summoned me?"

"How is the situation outside?" Mrs. Lysa asked coldly.

Nestor wiped off the blood on his armor with his cloak. "Madam, the situation outside is very urgent. Every moment, we have soldiers dying. I'm worried that we won't be able to hold on..."

"It's all your fault!"

Lesa interrupted him, with a trace of resentment in her eyes and a cold tone:

"I told you a long time ago, don't pay attention to those mountain people. You are obsessed with encircling and suppressing them. Now it's better, you have angered them!

This terrible situation is all caused by you!

These days, so many knights and soldiers have died in the Eagle's Nest City.

And you, as the commander-in-chief, are you still alive?

Why don't you die? "

As soon as these words came out, the chill in the hall suddenly increased sharply, and the walls, floors and beams seemed to all turn into black ice.

"I should have died on the battlefield."

Nestor seemed to have aged dozens of years for a moment, and he said bitterly: "But the gods kept me alive, maybe so that I can continue to protect you."

"I don't need your protection!"

Mrs. Lysa said hysterically, "Don't you have any sense of shame? Or do you think I'm a fool?

Yes or no?Yes or no?

It seems you did take me for a fool.

Okay, okay, let me tell you, I'm not stupid.

Do you think I can't control the Eagle's Nest without you?

Let me tell you, old guy, nothing in the Eagle's Nest can escape my eyes, and I've seen your kind of stuff before.

Don’t think that just because you have been the Valley Manager for more than ten years, you want to ride on my head.

The Eyrie is mine, it's mine, it's mine! "

"Ma'am," Nestor insisted, "I didn't mean to—"

"Shut up, I won't let you talk."

Lysa stood up suddenly, glared at Nestor angrily, and ordered: "Guards, take down this traitor! He has harmed all of us!"

All Nestor Royce's determination melted in front of Lady Lysa's face twisted with rage.

At this moment, a knight from outside the door broke in and said in a hurry: "Reinforcements!"

"Duchess Lysa!"

"Master Nestor!"

"The reinforcements are here!"

Chapter 173 Banquet

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky was filled with red.

An elite army of a thousand men slowly appeared on the horizon.

Rolling smoke and dust rose up from behind, gradually rising up. From a distance, it looked like a sandstorm was sweeping over.

Domeric was dressed in jet-black armor and a black satin star-patterned cape, riding on a tall war horse.

The desolate horn sound sounded with his order.

The army gradually slowed down and stopped advancing three miles away from the Blood Gate Castle.

"Signal!"

"The play is over."

"Let all the mountain people prepare to evacuate!"

There's enough pressure from Domeric these days.

Currently, the garrison in Eagle's Nest City only has more than 200 people, and there are also many wounded who were burned by the "wildfire", wailing all day and night.

The little birds of Varys have gotten the message.

Valley reinforcements from Runestone City, Iron Oak City, Red Barrier and other castles were already halfway there, leaving him little time.

Domeric must take advantage of this interregnum to take control of the Eyrie City in one fell swoop.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to operate after Yon Royce and other nobles from Runestone City arrived.

If the plan is exposed, it will be a waste of money.

Not only was he unable to gain support from the valley, but he also made a lot of enemies.

"As ordered!"

Jon Wright, who was standing next to him, agreed and waved a flag downwards.

More than a dozen scouts on Pegasus ran out and began to cruise in all directions.

This is a pre-agreed signal.

Sure enough, there was a commotion among the mountain people crowding in front of the Blood Gate Castle.

"Initiate a charge!"

The desolate horn is accompanied by the passionate drums.

Domeric's army, like a red-hot knife piercing butter, plunged hard into the army formation of the mountain people besieging the city.

The mountain people cooperated very hard.

Immediately they threw away their helmets and armor, ran away, and then dispersed in a rush.

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At the top of Blood Gate City, stood Duchess Lysa, who was surrounded by a group of knights.

She stared blankly at the foundation flag of the Skinner floating in the air in the distance, and the golden crowned stag flag that symbolized the royal family.

Back when the mountain men were ravaging the valley, she had symbolically sent people to King's Landing for help.

This is just a way for the valley to express its surrender to the new regime.

She didn't expect King's Landing to actually send reinforcements.

But she didn't expect that the new "Hand of the King" from the north, Domeric Bolton, would come all the way to rescue her.

What a kind Hand, Lysa Tully thought.

She couldn't help but clasping her hands together and praying to the gods in her heart.

“By the gods!

It seems that you have not abandoned the Eyrie or the Arryn family. "

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Night falls.

The main castle of the Eagle's Nest.

The banquet hall was brightly lit with candles.

Princess Lysa hosted a banquet here to entertain distinguished guests.

Especially the "Hand of the King" and Prime Minister from King's Landing - Domeric Bolton.

Domeric was invited to attend the banquet and specially put on a decent dress. The dress was entirely solemn black and trimmed with gold thread.

This is the exquisite tailoring technique of the chief tailor of the Red Keep Palace, coupled with the finest silk from the Reach, and the gold jewelry from Casterly Rock in the West.

There is nobility in elegance, and grandeur in solemnity.

It can bring out his tall and straight figure and noble status.

So when the young Hand of the King and Prime Minister entered the hall, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Unfortunately, there are not many nobles left in the Eagle's Nest City today, and the sexy and elegant noble ladies are even missing.

In addition to the Vale Steward Nestor Royce and his son, and a group of guardian knights who have sworn allegiance to the Eyrie, the nobles who had previously visited the Eyrie or proposed to Lady Lysa had arrived before the mountain people sieged the city. He ran away looking for various reasons.

By the way, I heard that Nestor Royce, the steward of the valley who has been fighting bloody battles on the front line, is now imprisoned in the dungeon by Lysa Tully in the name of rebellion.

What a pity!

Domeric smiled modestly and chatted with several knights of the Eagle's Nest City.

Now that his status is too high, he can only say some words of encouragement as a superior.

It was also the first time for these knights of the Eagle's Nest City to see this man, one of the most powerful nobles in the Seven Kingdoms.