Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

A "Battle of Oxford", a major defeat of the Lannister army...

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Lord Horst's bedroom.

Lady Catelyn was only wearing a large silk nightgown. The round part was squeezed into a shallow nest by the edge of the bed.

Her slender legs were placed together and diagonally...

This mother-in-law seems to be getting more and more defenseless against Domeric!

He really regards him as one of his own, but this should be considered a good thing!

"Domi, I find that I can't live without it!"

Lady Catelyn held on to her good son-in-law and begged.

Naturally, what I’m looking for is Domilik’s “specialty” wine.

Among the women Domeric has experienced.

In terms of greatness alone, the new maid Melanie deserves to be number one.

Lady Catelyn came in second place. After all, she was a woman who had given birth to several children.

Wilfield and Benita are better because they are young and tall.

But in terms of scale, it is still much inferior to the previous two.

As for the lovely little fiancée Sansa, she looks like a lotus, with its first appearance, and touches it like new cotton in early summer, but the future is promising...

"Madam, I will send someone to Qingting Island to purchase goods, but this will take time. Please wait patiently!"

The "specialty" wine Domeric calls from Qingting Island, the so-called "specialty" actually refers to the addition of sleeping potion...

According to the bachelor, these things can have a calming effect when taken in small amounts.

It's perfect for a woman like Lady Catelyn who has suffered a huge emotional setback.

But if you drink it frequently, you can easily become addicted.

This is not the result Domeric wants to see.

In the final analysis, the reason why Lady Catelyn relies so much on those potions is because she is too empty inside.

Losing her husband and son in an instant, she lost the focus of her life and fell into great pain.

These wounds will take a long time to heal.

Domeric felt that it was necessary to find something to occupy his mother-in-law's time, so as to divert her attention...

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A few days later, after all matters in Riverrun were arranged, Domeric returned to the battlefield without stopping.

Under the Golden Teeth City.

A large group of people gathered around Domeric.

"In the past month, we have been attacking the city non-stop, and the Lannister defense has been extremely tenacious. The battle between each other has been very fierce..."

Count Yohn Royce looked at the Golden Tooth City not far away and said.

Domeric glanced at him and saw that Earl Yohn seemed relaxed, but the scene in front of him was more than tragic!

The entire Golden Tooth City, except for the steep cliff in the south, is surrounded by an earth wall about ten feet high on the other three sides, and is divided in the shape of earth embankments, forming disconnected areas...

Within the earthen wall, broken battle flags, dead horses, countless scattered pieces of broken armor and weapons, and all kinds of destroyed siege equipment were scattered everywhere.

The soil was stained brown with large areas of blood, and huge rocks were staggered among them.

The battlements were shattered under the repeated blows of the trebuchets, and the walls were also full of cracks.

All the doors and windows of the traditional civil structure on the tower disappeared, leaving only a pile of fire-burned bricks and pillars, obviously becoming victims of "wildfire"...

The fortified Golden Tooth City is now in devastation, but it is still indestructible.

"Lord Domeric, I followed the method you used to blow up the walls of Harrenhal before and used the 'Sacred Fire' several times, but either it didn't blow up the opening, or even if it did, Tywin would have been prepared..."

"Blackfish" Duke Brynden said with a look of reluctance.

Domeric shook his head helplessly.

Although Tywin Lannister is not a Saint, it is not easy to defeat him with the same move.

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Inside the Golden Tooth City, the hall.

It was already dusk, and the air was full of fireflies, as if there was life.

The large oak table in the center of the hall has been covered with a golden tablecloth.

Lord Tywin was sitting at the table, having dinner with his important lords and knights.

The red and gold flag fluttered in the hall.

Although a little embarrassed, the majesty and grace of the nobles cannot be missing.

The chef from Casterly Rock served the main course of this banquet: three lambs roasted to a golden crisp and covered with various seasonings.

Golden Tooth City has been besieged for a month.

But Duke Tywin had stored a large amount of supplies in advance, and there was no shortage of food and drink in the city.

He filled up his glass and watched the waiter carve the meat.

The crispy mutton sizzles under the knife, and the hot oil drips down.

All the lords and knights present could not help but drool over their disappointment...

"Little Devil" Tyrion arrived a little late, and his mouth watered when he smelled the fragrance.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Tyrion said as he staggered onto the bench next to his uncle Ser Stafford.

He knew very well how funny he looked at this moment.

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During Tyrion's return, he was not idle, but was sent by Lord Tywin to rectify the reserve forces in Golden Teeth City.

Some bad things had consumed his mind and made him feel sore all over. He planned to get very drunk tonight.

"Tyrion, it seems that replacing you with Edmure Tully is not a good idea!"

Duke Tywin said unceremoniously, "If you go to the battlefield as slowly as a dinner table, by the time you arrive, the battle will have been over."

"Hey, father, look at what you said."

Tyrion replied, "I am a Lannister lion worth more than gold. Am I not worth that stinky trout that was disinherited?"

"Hahaha……"

The nobles laughed.

Tyrion lowered his head and drank by himself.

Lord Tywin gave him a cold look, his golden eyes shining with green and no other color.

Then, he stood up and announced loudly:

"My lords, I have some good news for you..."

"According to Sir Davon's letter, Prince Doran of Dorne has agreed to marry us. His brother Prince Oberon is training the army and will soon lead the Dornish army to support us northward..."

The nobles in the Western Region also started talking:

"This is indeed exciting news!"

"It seems the gods have not abandoned us!"

"Lannister long live!"

"We are not far from victory..."

"Cheers to future victories!"

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Lord Tywin sat down again, and while watching the waiter put the mutton on his wooden plate, he said, "Tyrion, how are the management of the reserves entrusted to you going?"

"Father, what did you say?"

Tyrion watched the waiter put a plate of smoking mutton in front of him and complained:

"That's called a reserve team? Refugees, gangsters, thieves and drunkards. A group of hunting dogs are more obedient than them. How do you want me to manage them?"

"The lack of discipline among soldiers means that the commander is incapable of leadership." Tywin said: "You can't do this well? If it were your brother Jaime, he would just wave his sword and countless people would be willing to serve him. .”

That good brother Jaime Lannister always has a way to make people follow him loyally, even at the cost of his life. Although he has a bad reputation, he is undoubtedly a great warrior...

Tyrion has no such ability.

"I'm not as majestic as James... How about you replace me with a taller person who can be more majestic and scare them away from messing around, right, sir?"

Lord Tywin Lannister turned to the other nobles:

"If my son's men are unwilling to obey his orders, then commanding the reserve team is obviously not suitable for him. There is no doubt that he should be allowed to collect the bodies of the dead soldiers in the city..."

There was another burst of laughter...

"Father, you are worrying too much. I promise to take care of those bastards for you..."

Tyrion immediately changed his face, already cursing in his heart.

Lord Tywin looked at his dwarf son with scrutiny, carefully weighing every word he said, and then nodded after a moment.

Then Ser Stafford Lannister leaned forward.

He is Tywin's cousin and brother-in-law, and Tyrion's uncle.

"Just defending the city is not the answer. We have an idea. We want to send an army to launch a night attack on the enemy forces outside the city. When the war starts, we plan to let you and your reserve team be the forward..."

Tyrion had already forked a piece of mutton with a dagger and was bringing it to his mouth, but he quickly put it down when he heard this.

This uncle's abilities have always been mediocre, and compared to his son Davon Lannister, they are so different that it is hard to believe that he would come up with such a "wonderful plan."