Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

You say I'm guilty, then fine, I demand trial by combat!

Give me the opportunity to defend myself and let the gods in heaven and the people on earth decide the truth of what I say. "

Nestor roared loudly.

He raised his head, letting everyone clearly see his determined eyes.

Nestor had no choice but to prove himself in this way, otherwise he would be charged with murdering Lady Lysa and die miserably.

There were whispers all over the hall.

Lord Holden Redford scoffed.

Ser Lyn laughed happily and couldn't help but wave the Valyrian steel sword in his hand - "Lady of Silence".

Count Beneda laughed heartily.

The other nobles either laughed or were silent.

……

Little Duke Robin on the side shouted, "Let him fight, let him fight!"

Domeric pondered for a moment and announced: "According to the king's law, Duke Robin and I agree to hold a 'trial by combat'!"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the narrow high window.

Along the wall, countless torches swayed like flags, and torches extinguished by the wind rose and fell one after another.

Black wind billowed in the hall.

"Who among you here is willing to fight for Nestor Royce and be his acting knight?"

Domeric asked condescendingly.

All were silent.

Nestor faces charges of murdering Duchess Lysa, and the evidence now appears to be solid.

If you become his "acting knight" at this time, wouldn't you classify yourself as an accomplice in the "murder of Lady Lysa"?

No one spoke, and the silence lasted for a long time.

"Lord Domeric, please allow me to fight for myself."

Finally, Nestor stood up and said helplessly.

"Of course you have the right."

……

Nestor will do it himself, and Lady Lysa will naturally choose an "acting knight".

A knight from the Eagle's Nest City with a crescent falcon embroidered on his coat stepped forward, knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Domeric, please allow me to avenge Duchess Lysa."

"This honor should belong to me," said old Earl Hunter. "Because of my deep feelings for Duchess Lysa, let me avenge her."

"The gods will surely favor those who stand upright," Ser Lyn said, waving the Valyrian steel sword in his hand. "Such a man is also the best swordsman. And we all know who this man is."

He smiled modestly.

……

A dozen nobles or knights spoke at the same time, trying to overpower others.

Nestor was deeply dismayed to see so many people eager to take his life.

Domeric raised his hand to silence everyone.

Nestor Royce must die!

Although Domeric also admires the old man's loyalty to the Arryn family, there are always some innocent people who are affected in the game of thrones.

Nestor Royce was a victim of Domeric's struggle for power in the valley.

He must die!

However, these valley nobles are not very reliable.

Domeric was unaware of their respective positions and their relationship with Nestor Royce.

Wouldn't it be a serious matter if someone lets someone off the hook during a martial arts duel?

"Lord Domeric, please let me play!"

Jon stepped forward and pushed his bangs back, revealing a pair of sharp wolf-like eyes.

From the moment he took Nestor Royce out of the Eyrie City dungeon after his disguise, he knew that the old man's fate was doomed.

Now, he just wants to give the other party a happy time.

Chapter 179 It turns out like this

Eagle's Nest City, Council Hall.

A monk from the Eagle's Nest City who came from the Church of the Seven Gods stood in the center of the hall.

The monk took out a badge of the Seven Gods from the soft bag on his waist and held it high above his head.

Then he pressed hard on the forehead of Nestor Royce who was kneeling in front of him.

In a high, solemn, almost singing voice, the monk asked the gods in heaven to witness and find out the truth in the soul of the man, and if he was innocent, to set him free, if he was guilty, to grant him death.

His voice echoed from the surrounding towers.

When the last lingering sound dissipated, the monk took back the Seven Gods badge and left quickly.

……

After a while, the two duelists re-entered the arena.

Nestor Royce wore mail and a padded coat. He was covered from head to toe in thick steel armor. Many metal discs protected the junction of the armor between his arms and chest. He also held a A triangular shield made of heavy oak and studded with iron nails.

There are eagle wings on both sides of his helmet, and the mask is in the shape of a sharp eagle beak, leaving only a thin slit for him to observe.

In contrast.

Jon Wright, who was lightly dressed in casual armor, looked like he was running naked.

Jon wore oiled black ringmail, a metal hood and a round helmet with a nose guard. A red cloak hung from his shoulders. It was a gift from Domeric when he was knighted. .

It's just that the edge of his sword shines with a deadly luster.

It can be seen that he spends several hours polishing it every day until it is as sharp as new.

An old man and a young man stood looking at each other.

Little Robin, Duke of the Eagle's Nest City, was squirming impatiently on the high seat.

"When will they start fighting?"

the little boy asked plaintively.

Because of this trial by combat, Little Robin's puppeteer was driven away, which left him with no entertainment and began to become restless.

Domeric didn't answer him.

At this time, he was sitting high on his seat, holding a piece of hair in his hand.

[The secret digging system is triggered! 】

Lines of green square text are projected in front of Domeric's retina:

Nestor Royce

Identity: Former "Steward of the Vale", Baron of the Gates of the Moon

Title: None

Power: 32

Agility: 30

Spirit: 23

Combat power index: 85

Note: The target is not in fear, you cannot pry into his secrets

Nestor's combat power index is only 85, barely half a point better than a well-trained ordinary knight.

And Jon's combat power index is a full 135!

This is undoubtedly a duel of unequal strength.

"Tell them to fight quickly!"

Little Duke Robin screamed, clenched his hands on the armrests of his seat, and trembled as if he were having an epileptic fit.

Nestor turned to face Domeric and the nobles on the high platform, raised his sword in salute: "The gods will prove my innocence!"

Jon looked ahead quietly and said nothing.

"Fight!" Little Robin was still shouting, but no one paid him any attention.

"They are waiting for your order." Count Yohn Royce reminded him.

Domeric took a deep breath and said, "Let's start!"

Nestor Royce immediately turned around and raised his heavy shield.

He looked at his opponent. The young knight in front of him was lean, with a long face, brown hair and gray eyes.

But the coat of arms of the skinned wolf with foundation on his body was very strange to him.

But now is not the time to care about this. Only by defeating this young man can he survive and clear his grievances.

The two swords clashed once, causing sparks to appear.

This is a simple test.

Nestor realized that his opponent was not weak, so he used both sword and shield to attack fiercely.

Jon easily blocked the attacks, avoiding the opponent's sword and shield with nimble steps, but never took his eyes off his opponent.

Suddenly, Jon seized an opportunity.