Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

There is the smell of rain in the night sky.

Almost all the nobles gathered in the king's tent.

There was a lot of noise outside the camp, and it was obvious that an angry crowd might swarm in at any time.

"Gods above, what's going on?"

Brienne the Beauty, one of the "Rainbow Guards", knelt sadly in front of Renly and prayed.

She watched as several maesters continued to use needles and threads to mend Renly's huge wound.

At this time, Brienne didn't wonder why her "king" was naked, nor did she ask why the "Knight of Flowers" didn't wear any clothes?

"I saw a shadow. At first I thought it was the shadow of His Majesty Renly, but no, it was the shadow of his brother."

Loras still shuddered when he thought of the scene just now.

"Stannis? Are you sure?" Randyll Tarly said sharply.

"I can feel him! It doesn't sound reasonable, but I know... I swear - your lords know my honor - that it was Stannis who murdered his majesty."

Loras vowed.

The name "Stannis" came to his lips without thinking, but when he said it, he immediately understood that it was the truth.

"Stannis? How did he do it?" Count Matus Rowan of Golden Tree City looked horrified.

"My lords, have you forgotten the red-robed witch beside Stannis? She must have used evil methods!" Countess Oakheart said in a sad tone.

"That's right!"

Loras shouted loudly: "It is witchcraft, or some kind of dark magic, creating shadows, shadows."

He himself could hear that his tone was frantic, but his words were gushing out like sharp knives striking at rapid speed.

"There was a shadow holding a sharp sword. I swear, I saw it with my own eyes. It was the shadow that murdered His Majesty!"

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With the efforts of several maesters, the blood on Renly's broken arm was finally stopped, but there was no trace of blood on the "King's" pale face.

Although Renly's chest was still heaving, such a serious injury brought with it the risk of wound infection.

No one can say whether this king can survive the night...

Many nobles are rethinking their retreat.

If His Majesty Renly Baratheon dies!

Who should they pay allegiance to?

in the crowd...

The angsty Count Randyll Tarly pulled "Knight of Flowers" Loras to a corner.

"The situation is critical now. No one knows whether His Majesty can survive the night."

Earl Randyll's tone was serious, and he had obviously prepared for the worst.

"The gods will bless your majesty!" Loras said with a sad look on his face.

"I don't know how the gods act, but now we have to beware of possible traitors!"

"Traitor? Who are you referring to?" Loras looked confused.

"For example, Count Florent of Brightwater City." Count Landao said with disdain.

"Count Florentine?"

Loras took a look at the tall figure not far away.

Count Florentine of Brightwater was tall, dignified, and wealthy. On his breastplate was a dazzling red and gold fox, surrounded by a circle of lapis lazuli flowers.

"He is Stannis's wife, the uncle of Selyse Florent, and he is a powerful nobleman. I am worried that he will lead his army to turn against Stannis because of His Majesty Renly's serious injury!"

Lord Renly stroked his short gray beard and said, "If we really get into that situation, even if His Majesty Renly is out of danger, we will be killed by these traitors!"

"Then what should we do?" Loras said urgently.

"Let's go, leave overnight, take the maester with us, and escort His Majesty Renly back to Bitterbridge. That is our safe port!"

…………

The bonfire at night gradually extinguished.

The pale mist surged, filling the entire wilderness, and then fled in all directions under the dim light of dawn and the wings of the breeze.

Before daybreak, countless knights and soldiers were running around in a hurry, shouting "murder and witchcraft."

There were people praying that their king was safe and sound.

More lords and nobles gathered in groups, discussing something in low voices...

…………

"Onion Knight" Davos Seaworth leads the red witch's horse back to Stannis' camp.

That weird "shadow" seemed to have exhausted Melisandre's power.

She became extremely weak and could not even ride a horse. She could only lie on the horse and be held by someone.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

After seeing the strange shadow with his own eyes, Davos became more respectful, or rather afraid, of the red-robed witch.

"Don't talk too much and go back quickly."

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Stannis Baratheon led several knights to greet them in front of the camp.

Davos looked at his "king" in horror.

Compared with yesterday, Stannis has aged so much that he looks like half a corpse!

Thinking of the "shadow" wearing a crown that was born from the red robe witch, his intuition told Davos:

The "Shadow" has something to do with Stannis's weakening.

The three of them entered the king's tent.

"How did it go?"

Stannis asked stiffly.

His face was haggard, but his energy was high, and his eyes were red, like a patient recovering from his illness.

"As you wish, everything goes well, Your Majesty. Renly Baratheon must be dead!"

Although Melisandre is weak, her tone is full of pride. As long as Renly dies, she will undoubtedly gain all the trust of this "king".

Was it the "Shadow" who assassinated Lord Renly?

Why is the red witch so confident that Renly will be killed?

Davos wondered, but did not dare to ask.

Stannis couldn't help laughing, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"During the previous negotiations, Renly said that Selyse cheated on me behind my back, fell in love with a fool with a head full of bells, and even mocked that my daughter's biological father was actually a retarded jester!

I know he wanted to make me angry, and now, he is finally dead!This is the price he paid! "

"Your Majesty, this kind of murder cannot stop Youyou's mouth. I'm worried that those nobles will hate you because of this incident."

Davos persuaded carefully.

"Only the three of us know about this matter, who would know that I killed Renly?

I was still sleeping when he died, as the nobles here can testify.

I stayed in my tent peacefully, and my hands were clean when I woke up..."

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The weather in autumn is getting colder day by day.

Domeric also got up later and later every day.

As the "Hand of the King" and the highest authority in the Seven Kingdoms, he certainly has the right to sleep in.

But Domeric's strong will did not allow him to do this.

He got up to wash up, and then, under the service of the maid Melanie, he enjoyed a glass of sweet and fragrant milk.

When Domeric walked into Duke Horst's study, Benita was already waiting for him there.

The personal guard changed back to his original robe and hood, and his graceful figure was looming, making people move their index fingers.

Benita held down her master's big hand and Nunu said:

"Well, Master, now, I have to report Lannister's information to you!"

Domeric looked at the girl who looked like she was responsible for her duties and couldn't help but want to laugh: "Say it."

"Prince Oberon of Dorne's 'Red Snake Venom' personally led an army of 2 Dorne around the Shield Islands and landed at Lannisport..."

Benita finished.

There was silence, and the only sound left in the study was the sound of the fire burning.

"What? Prince Oberyn refused to enter Casterly Rock!

Tywin didn't go to the Dorne barracks to reward the troops either! "

Domeric's expression was slightly rich, he really didn't expect this situation.

The alliance between "Fierce Sun Halberd" and "Lion" is undoubtedly somewhat superficial, and there must be a secret that he doesn't know about.

But this is undoubtedly a good thing for Domeric!

It is a blessing that such an alliance does not hold back each other, so how can they capture the heavily defended Golden Teeth City.

In addition, when Domeric led half of the army and retreated to Riverrun, he left four bronze cannons in the Golden Tooth City.

The bronze cannon with six-pound shells had limited power. It could not collapse the huge stone wall during siege, and its maneuverability was slightly insufficient in field battles.

But it is undoubtedly more than enough to defend the city.