Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"Long live Lord Domeric!"

"Long live the Hand of the King!"

"Long live the Boltons!"

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The shouts soared into the sky.

this moment.

Domeric's prestige as the commander of the coalition forces and as the Hand of the King reached a new height.

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The stack of knees.

This is said to be the place where the King of the North surrendered to Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen 300 years ago.

This famous inn is located on the south bank of the Trident River, between Riverrun and Harrenhal.

For old Rune who lives near the Kneeling Inn.

From a few months ago until now, it has not been a good year.

There is always a war!

At first, they were bandits under the banner of "Silver Trout", the Lord of the Riverlands, burning, killing and looting everywhere. Later it was discovered that they were disguised as a Western lord named "Magic Mountain".

The real lords of the Riverlands, the Tully family, quickly sent knights to drive away the bandits.

Then the Lannister army from the West came again, this time with more people, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

The lords of the Riverlands fought with them again, and the defeated knights took their anger out on innocent civilians.

The livestock at home, the smart daughter, the charming wife...

It was a disaster overnight.

The civilians living on this land have suffered a lot.

To make matters worse, large tracts of farmland are not cultivated, and large tracts of pasture are not grazed.

I'm afraid that a group of nobles who don't know where they are will suddenly appear and give them a knife.

But if you don’t farm or graze, what will your family eat?

Old Lu En can no longer care about much.

Taking advantage of the rare calm these days, he drove the sheep to find a pasture with lush water and grass, and watched the already emaciated sheep chewing the young grass crazily.

Old Lu En breathed a sigh of relief.

An idea suddenly came to his mind: if things continued like this, it would be better to consider moving the family to King's Landing. Although there was no land there, they could work and make a living.

At least I won't live in such a state of fear like now.

"Gods above, can you really protect us poor people?"

Holding a little lamb, Old Rune looked at the sky and murmured to himself:

"It's good for everyone. Let's end this war as soon as possible!"

The already very old hound was crawling beside old Rune, listening to his master's prayers, and occasionally glancing out with his drooped eyelids.

But most of the time, it lies on the ground.

The hound is too old, just like its owner.

Maybe tomorrow, it will never get up again,

No one in the family liked him except old Rune.

Suddenly, the old hound's ears stood up, and the limbs that were originally lying on the ground suddenly stood up. He looked warily into the distance, and a whimper came from his throat.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

The sheep also became restless and stopped grazing. Old Rune drove the sheep away and wanted to leave.

He knew very well what this meant. This was a movement that would only occur in large groups of cavalry.

On the distant horizon, a black line can be seen squirming and thickening where the sky and the earth meet, and a murderous aura rushes towards the face.

"Hurry~~let's go!"

Old Rune rode on his old horse. When he was young, he also responded to the lord's call and participated in several wars.

I am no stranger to such scenes.

Unexpectedly, I ran out to graze today and happened to encounter a large group of cavalry on their way. I lamented my bad luck in my heart, and at the same time anxiously waved my whip to drive the sheep.

"Wang Wang~~"

The old hound anxiously ran back and forth beside his old master, barking twice from time to time in the direction that he felt was very dangerous.

Old Rune glanced at the direction in which the cavalry was coming, and felt a little desperate. There were too many people driving the sheep, and it was impossible to avoid these cavalry.

"Boom~~"

Old Rune wanted to give up the sheep at this time, but it was already too late.

A large cavalry force swept in.

The leader was a giant-like figure, nearly eight feet tall, with broad shoulders, wearing heavy armor, and arms as thick as small tree trunks. One hand held a six-foot-long two-handed giant sword, and the other hand held an extremely thick sword. A shield made of oak boards with the family crest of three black dogs painted on it.

He was really strong, and old Rune was like a low bamboo pole in front of him.

He can swing the giant sword in his hand to create circles of light with just one hand.

Soon, a huge figure rushed towards Old Lu En.

"Pfft~~"

Sword light flashed.

Old Luen and his horse were split in half, and red blood spurted out.

Old Lu En's gaze on half of his head was filled with nostalgia, and then he was frozen at this moment forever, with his two bodies weakly falling in half.

"The gods are really blind!" This was his last thought.

"Wang Wang~"

The old hound looked anxiously at the old master who had slipped down, and went up to drag it. Unfortunately, it was too old and couldn't drag it at all.

Turning his head and glancing at the huge figure, the old hound rushed forward with a ferocious expression, wanting to avenge his master.

"Pfft~"

The figure ignored it and kicked it away amidst the old hound's wails.

Then countless iron hooves stepped on it, turning into a touch of blood, dyeing the land red and the flocks of sheep fleeing in panic.

From beginning to end, this army never paused for a moment.

He seemed to be in a hurry.

At the front of the team, Tywin Lannister still wore his iconic golden armor and a large golden and red cloak, which almost completely covered the hind legs of his horse.

At this moment, the "Lion of the West" looked a little embarrassed.

He was haggard, his eyes were hollow, as if he was haunted by a nightmare, and his long beard was stained with dirt.

Tywin looked far away to the east, and the tall and towering Harrenhal had long disappeared from his sight.

He lost!

Lost to a little-known kid - Domeric Bolton.

Tywin's army of more than 18000 people at Harrenhal now had less than 8000 people who escaped with him, and the rest were either killed or captured.

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"Lord Tywin, this failure is nothing. We can make a comeback at any time."

Sir Harris Swyver advised.

He was a chinless old man, flabby and bald, with only a ridiculously short white beard.

It is worth mentioning that he is the father-in-law of Tywin's younger brother Kevan Lannister.

Tywin sighed: "After all, I underestimated the enemy too much and made a mistake that I shouldn't have made. That Domeric Bolton blatantly dug tunnels outside the city wall, which was obviously useless. Why did he do it again...

It’s nothing more than a feint to conceal one’s true intentions and disrupt our attention.

I was actually fooled and looked down upon because of it.

How could this king's hand be able to capture King's Landing without any means, and how could he convince the nobles of the valley to send troops?

Gods above, if you despise your opponent, you despise yourself..."

Davon Lannister's face turned pale. He was more worried about something else: "Lord Tywin, that flame, the flame that exploded the city wall, is it really the 'holy fire descended by the gods'?"

"The gods will never send down holy fire for mortals. In His eyes, mortals are just ants."

Tywin paused and said in a serious tone:

"I think it should be a weapon, like 'Wildfire', which can have incredible effects!"

"I see." Tywin's calm tone made Sir Davon feel reassured.

"By the way, call Kevan over. I have something to discuss with him."

Tywin ordered, he urgently needed to discuss the next strategy with his brother.

When the chinless Sir Harris Swiffer heard Tywin mention his son-in-law, he immediately cried with sadness: "Sir Kevan, it seems he has been captured!"

Chapter 216 Writing a letter, distribution of benefits

The wind blew a few dead leaves to Domeric's feet.

A lone goose screamed sadly in the sky.

Harrenhal.

This castle is famous for its huge scale of construction, with thick and steep walls that stand like a cliff.