Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

She suddenly collapsed to the ground, crouched at Domeric's feet, and cried: "Lord Domeric, I will complete the task you have given me wholeheartedly, watch the little devil closely for you, and monitor his every move... …”

"Very well, get up."

Domeric returned to his harmless appearance.

Alayaya climbed up carefully, but did not dare to look directly into Domeric's eyes.

"Take it."

Domeric threw a money bag to the girl, with a golden dragon inside.

Ailayaya opened the purse and took a look, her eyes glowing with golden light, and then she exclaimed, "It's too much, sir, you gave me too much!"

Domeric said, "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. Work hard! Play the role of the 'little devil's' intimate girlfriend. Remember, make him feel loved..."

"Thank you, sir! I understand."

Ailayaya was overjoyed, and the flash of the golden dragon washed away her grievances and fears.

After giving the prostitute a "carrot and a stick", Domeric asked some questions about the "little devil".

Alayaya answered honestly and suddenly said: "Sir, I discovered something recently. I don't know whether I should tell you..."

"You can talk about anything related to the 'Little Devil'."

Domeric seemed very talkative at this time, "I won't blame you for this kind of thing."

"Okay, I recently discovered that the little devil used a dagger to carve up a doll, write the name 'Jaime Lannister' on the back, and curse it in front of the gods every day!"

Domeric raised his eyebrows.

Speaking of which, Tywin Lannister is the person Tyrion deserves to hate the most!

And his brother James has taken good care of him since he was a child. If he wants to hate him, he should hate Tywin.

"You did a good job in this matter."

Domeric nodded, "Take me to see him."

"As commanded, please come with me."

Walking deep into the tent, Alayaya gently opened the curtain, and the firelight suddenly shone in.

"Who is it!"

A sleepy voice came from inside.

"Lord Tyrion, it's me, Alayaya."

After waiting for a while, an ugly and deformed head poked out from the curtain.

"Little Devil" Tyrion is still the kind of person who can stop children from crying with just one look.

"Dear Ms. Alayaya."

Tyrion said politely, "Didn't I tell you that I have been squeezed dry by you? If you please slow down, please give me a way to survive."

Alayaya smiled awkwardly, "I'm not here to fight with you. It's Lord Domeric who wants to see you."

Alayaya turned sideways as she spoke.

"Lord Domeric?"

Tyrion quickly jumped out of bed and brought a stool for Domeric, "Why did you come here to see me as a prisoner?"

Domeric sat down on the stool and said straight to the point: "I want to exchange prisoners with you and the Lannisters."

"Who?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"Robb Stark."

"That Stark brat! What a pity. I didn't expect him to be caught by the Lannister so quickly.

However, I am the descendant of the Mad King, and Lord Tywin may not do what you wish.

Who would trade the 'Lord of the North' for a dwarf! "Tyrion couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Tywin might not, but your brother Jaime certainly will!"

In Darry City, when the "little devil" was regarded as a suspect for the murder of Mrs. Darry and was almost killed by the furious king, Domeric still remembered the scene where Jaime desperately stood in front of Tyrion.

"My good brother?"

Tyrion gave an indescribable expression, then burst into laughter.

After he finished laughing, he raised his head and reached out to push his platinum bangs back, with a half-crying, half-laughing, half-crazy look on his face:

"James is my dearest relative, my strong big brother.

When I was a child, he bought me so many toys, including hoops, building blocks and a wooden lion.

He prepared my first pony and taught me how to ride it...

But he lied to me, he told me Tessa was a whore!

What's even more sad is that I never doubted him, poor Tessa, where are you..."

At this moment, Domilik felt enlightened.

Tyrion grew up in Tywin's cold eyes, so he naturally has no expectations for his father, and has no feelings about his betrayal.

But "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister is different. He has always played the role of father and brother in the "little devil"'s childhood.

This also makes it even harder for Tyrion to forgive him!

Because I have loved, I hate even more deeply!

…………

The stove in the tent was burning hot, and the gloomy red light filled the space, making it look weird and terrifying.

"Lord Sandor's wound is too deep and has become infected and suppurative. We have cleaned up some rotten flesh, but it has no effect at all. I'm afraid..."

Domeric looked at Sandor "The Hound" Clegane quietly, lying on the bed like a dead body, staring at the top of the tent with his eyes blankly, not sure if he was still awake.

"Is there no way at all? You are a knowledgeable bachelor!"

cried Lord Beric Dondarrion.

In the plot, Beric Dondarrion from Dorne, the former Earl of Blackport City, is also known as the "Lightning King".

While serving in King's Landing, he was sent by Duke Eddard, then the "Hand of the King", to the Riverlands to capture Gregor Clegane, the "Mountain".

During this period, there was a coup in King's Landing, Lord Eddard was made a prisoner, and Beric Dondarrion and his men turned from law enforcers to outlaws.

He later organized the "Brotherhood Without Banners" and continued to fight against the Lannister family. After dying several times, he was resurrected by the "Red Monk" Thoros...

Of course, after Domeric took charge of King's Landing.

In order to stop the "Magic Mountain" Gregor from burning, killing and looting in the Riverlands, people were also sent to attack the "Magic Mountain".

But instead of sending Beric Dondarrion, he sent "Hound" Sandor Clegane to attack the "Magic Mountain".

This Beric Dondarrion joined the ranks of the Hound through some unknown means.

"Is there no other way?" Domeric asked.

He originally sent the "Hounds" to capture the "Magic Mountain" in order to prevent the "Magic Mountain" Gregor from burning, killing and looting in the Riverlands.

On the one hand, it prevented Edmure Tully from dividing his troops for this purpose, and was defeated by Lannister in one fell swoop.

On the other hand, it was just an explanation to the people who came to King's Landing to petition.

However, "Hound Dog" was no match for "Magic Mountain" after all, and more than half of the hundred-man subjugation team he led was damaged.

"It's not good..."

The bachelor sighed and shook his head, "The wounds cannot be healed at all. They are all gangrenous. If a normal person is a normal person, he should have returned to the embrace of the gods long ago! To be honest, I have never seen anyone with such a tenacious will to survive..."

will to live?

"The Hound" Sandor's greatest wish in his life should be to kill his brother "The Mountain".

The "Magic Mountain" is still alive and running around, so how can the "Hound Dog" be willing to die?

Domeric walked to the bed and reached out to lift the thin blanket.

A twisted and horrifying scar extended from the "Hound Dog's" left shoulder to the right abdomen, which was an inch deep. The flesh and blood inside had turned black and festered, producing a foul odor.

Although I tried my best to sew it up, it still had no effect. The blood that oozed out dyed all the gauze used for bandage red.

You can even vaguely see the internal organs flowing out...

It's hard to imagine that "Hound Dog" has been holding on for half a month with such an injury.

Domilik only glanced at it and knew that "Hound Dog" was seriously injured. Even if Hua Tuo was alive, he probably wouldn't be able to save it.

There was silence in the tent.

Domeric was thinking about whether to give "The Hound" a noble title in Joffrey's name.

After all, "Hound" Sandor died to complete the task of "Hand of the King".

Domeric cannot chill people's hearts.

"I might have a way."

At this moment, a voice with a unique accent from the Asiatic region came from outside the tent. It was low and melodious, with a convincing magic power.

"Melisandre?" Domeric slapped his head and almost forgot about this person.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent door was opened.

The tall and graceful witch in red robe walked in.

Melisandre still wears her iconic look, red robe, blood-red shirt, red gold necklace, huge ruby...

She is red from head to toe.

During this period, the red-robed witch who accompanied the army kept a very low profile and rarely appeared in public.

He also changed his past style and no longer promoted the belief of the Red God of Light in front of many nobles.

It was just a man sitting alone in a tent, praying in front of a pile of flames.

For a moment, Domeric almost forgot that there was this person beside him.

"Do you have a way? The power of the King of Light can resurrect a dying person?"