Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Chapter 205 Who else!

Suddenly, Lord Jon Lindley of Snakewood City stood up.

He was tall and tall, more than twice as strong as Earl Edmund Wakeley of Candle Cave City.

Lord Jon Lindley claimed that he would return to the Vale immediately if he were asked to follow the Weakley army.

Lord Edmund Weakley did not show any weakness, "After we deal with the Lannister, we will capture you from your castle and hang you as an oathbreaker."

Lord Jon Lindley heard the curse and threw a jar of ale into the fire.

He blew his beard and said with a glare, "Except for selling candles, the Weakley family in Candle Cave City are all cowards!"

"You Snakewood City are the cowards!"

The two began to quarrel, pull and finally fight.

Among the nobles on the side, some tried to stop the fight, but most of them just watched the excitement and didn't mind the trouble.

The relatively thin Earl Edmund Wakeley was obviously at a disadvantage.

He was pushed to the ground and pinned down by Lord Jon Lindley.

A full show of martial arts is about to take place.

In this case, I'm afraid that before the war with Tywin begins, the entire coalition will fall apart and attack each other.

"Oh!"

Domeric slapped his palm on the oak table, and the whole hall shook.

"You won't get results by arguing like this!"

Domeric's voice, like a huge stone thrown into the water, exploded in the ears of the valley princes, and everyone fell silent.

"Lord Domeric, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple. Whoever wants to be the commander of this coalition should first ask about the sword in my hand!"

……

All were silent.

"I'll come first!"

After a moment, someone shouted.

Sir Adolf Temperton of Nine Star City was the first to exit.

Domeric had some impression of him, because Sir Simon Temperton of Nine Star City was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Eyrie for "colluding with Tywin and intending to overthrow the Baratheon Dynasty" by Domeric.

His brother, Sir Adolphe Temperton, had no choice but to lead the soldiers of his territory to join the battle.

"I am coming too."

The second in line is Earl Jello Grafson of the Grafson family in Seagull Town.

Seagull Town is the most important port in the valley and one of the five major cities in Westeros. Its size is comparable to White Harbor in the north. Seagull Town is home to many wealthy businessmen, and some valley nobles will marry them for money.

Lord Gerald Grafson had thick arms and broad shoulders, but was short in stature. He had a dirty blond mop head and a loud voice.

He kept playing with a knight's heavy sword in his hand, and seemed to be very confident in his swordsmanship.

"Sir Adolph Temperton, there are too few soldiers in your territory to compete for the position of commander-in-chief of the coalition forces."

Good-hearted Eoin Royce objected.

He knew of Sir Adolphe Temperton's skill with a sword and believed that Domeric was no match for Adolphus.

Due to the slow speed of information dissemination in this world, few people know about Domeric's reputation as "the best swordsman in the North" and his record of "cutting off James' left hand".

After all, the crows in each castle's crow's nest are extremely precious, who would use them to deliver such useless information.

"It's okay."

Domeric could tell that Adolf Tempaton had no intention of competing for the position of commander of the coalition forces, but he was just trying to embarrass him under the instigation of several nobles.

This kind of person who is being used as a weapon without knowing it deserves to die.

Adolphe Temperton's eyes were cold, and he obviously bore a grudge against Domeric for imprisoning his brother, Sir Simon Temperton.

He strode forward and swung his sword at Domeric.

This sword is powerful and heavy. If it hits, the consequences will be disastrous.

The nobles watching the battle all frowned.

But this sword didn't even touch the corner of Domeric's clothes.

Several consecutive attacks not only failed to cause any damage to Domeric, but also did not even force his sword out of its scabbard.

Adolf struck out with his sword again. Although the sword moves were sharp, the changes were too slow.

Domeric saw that he was almost done playing.

"Clang"!

Domeric drew a two-handed sword from his side.

This is the ancestral sword "Ice" of the Stark family. The sword is wider than the palm of your hand and is as tall as a person when standing up.

"Ice" is forged from Valyrian steel, blessed by magic, and is as dark as black smoke.

On the black sword, there are lines similar to hoarfrost spreading, like a layer of frost.

As the red comet was about to arrive and the magic tide resumed, Domeric could feel that the magic on the sword was getting stronger.

The sword was unsheathed.

Adolf Tampaton felt the coldness penetrate into his bones. He wanted to raise his sword to block but it was too late.

I saw the "ice" in Domeric's hand waved, coming first, sweeping past Adolf, and retracting the scabbard cleanly.

Jinghong glanced at it.

The blood light flew away, bringing out a curtain of frozen blood beads in the air.

Adolf Tampaton's whole body was tense, his knight's sword fell to the ground, his hands were covering his throat, blood flowed between his fingers, and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

He stared at Domeric in front of him in disbelief, staggered a few steps away, and then fell to the ground.

Blood seeped into the cracks of the gray floor.

A sword seals the throat!

The entire hall fell silent for an instant.

The valley lords and knights who were watching the battle turned pale and were stunned on the spot.

"Count Jero, it's your turn!"

Domeric raised the "Ice" levelly and pointed the sword directly at Count Jero Grafson of Seagull Town.

An invisible pressure suddenly enveloped him.

Earl Jero immediately collapsed to the ground, and in half a second, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Finally, he knocked the golden mop head hard on the ground.

"Lord Domeric, you are the most suitable commander of the coalition forces, and I am willing to obey your orders!"

"very good."

Domeric nodded indifferently, "Lord Jon Lindley of Serpentwood City and Earl Edmund Weakley of Candle Hollow City, do you two still want to fight over who walks in front?"

Lord Jon Lindley looked at the "ice" in Domeric's hand. He had seen all the battle just now.

Sir Adolf Temperton was a recognized master of swordsmanship among the nobles of the valley, and even he himself could not say that he could easily defeat him.

Unexpectedly, several attacks did not even touch the corner of Lord Domeric's clothes.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, he was dead.

"I am willing to obey Lord Domeric's arrangements." Jon Lindley clasped his hands heavily on his chest and said with one knee.

"I am willing, too," Edmund Wakely said immediately, and even Jon Lindley, who was twice his size, did not dare to object.

How dare he?

"That's good." Domeric changed the subject and turned to look at all the valley nobles. "Everyone, is there anyone else who wants to compete for the position of commander of the coalition forces?"

The nobles were silent for a few seconds.

Then he shouted loudly:

"Willing to obey Lord Domeric's orders!"

"You are the commander-in-chief!"

"You ask me to go east, but I will never go west!"

"I'll hit you wherever you point me!"

……

Chapter 206 Reason VS Desire?

Maidenpool, Great Hall.

during the banquet.

"My lords!"

Domeric declared loudly, "Let us share food and wine, and the gods will give us victory."

The noble lords bowed to Domeric one after another, and the knights also saluted in turn.

The fiery atmosphere reached a climax amidst the sound of clinking wine glasses.

……

in the tent.

"Lord Domeric, should we go to Qiongqi Spring to soak in the hot springs together?"

Sansa, pretending to be a squire, suggested.