Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Leswell's face was covered with blood, his eyes widened with red eyes, and he swung his sword to attack the opponent.

The next second, there was a "sonorous" dragon roar.

The knight on the horse pulled out a huge sword, with a hint of chill on it.

Before Leswell could react.

A flash of sword light flashed!

Leswell Peake's face was as pale as a death, and he held his neck with both hands, and blood burst out from his fingers!

"Turns out he's a rookie!"

Domeric looked coldly at the knight who died under the sword, and led his army directly into the City of Maiden.

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"Miss Wilfield is injured!"

Domeric was greeted not with cheers, but with these words.

He opened his mouth, and countless emotions surged into his heart, including fear, anger, regret...

For a moment, Domeric was speechless.

Only then did he realize the importance of this woman in his heart.

Compared to Sansa's innocence, Benita's exchange, Lady Catelyn's dependence, Melanie's obedience...

Wilfield is a soul that truly does not depend on him and exists alone.

Because of this, her status in Domeric's mind is somewhat special.

"Lord Domeric! Thank you for your help."

Earl Mouton, the lord of Maidenpool City, and some knights who had survived the disaster, knelt on the ground to pay tribute to him.

Domeric didn't bother to pay attention to these people and went straight to where Wilfield was.

Wilfield was injured by a crossbow arrow while patrolling the city.

Maidenpool is so small that it doesn't even have a maester.

Several maids helped her take off her armor, then froze on the spot, not knowing how to deal with her injuries.

Domeric was not a doctor in his previous life, and he had no time to study medicine with a bachelor.

But we still know the basic common sense, such as awareness of disinfection, foreign matter will fester in the wound, suturing the wound, accelerating healing, etc.

When Wilfield climbed to the top of the city, she wore a set of knight's armor. Judging by the shape and workmanship, she knew it was a high-quality product produced by the foundry in Gushanling.

However, the crossbow's armor-piercing ability is also quite sharp. The crossbow arrow has penetrated the armor and got stuck in the flesh!

Fortunately, Wilfield was wearing plate armor instead of chain mail, so the wound was not as deep as expected.

With the help of the maid, Domeric gently took off Wilfield's clothes.

The wound was on the side of the ribs, almost injuring the plump and white granary.

Fortunately, the blood that flowed out was bright red rather than dark, and it seemed that it did not penetrate the chest or damage the internal organs.

"Go and boil the water!"

Domeric turned around and ordered several maids.

Then he treated the wound himself, took out the crossbow arrow with a boiled knife, and washed the wound repeatedly with boiled water.

The medical conditions in Westeros are limited, and even if the arrow does not damage the internal organs, everything may not be all right.

Whether you can survive the wound infection depends on whether the gods really bless you!

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As the sun gradually sets from the horizon, the battlefield has come to an end.

Except for the cavalry with helmets and armor, the rest looked like a mob.

And Domeric brought 5000 cavalry to the rescue of Maiden Spring, so the outcome was self-evident.

Domeric got a lot of information from the prisoners.

Of this 3000-man army, there are less than 500 soldiers who truly belong to the Golden Regiment, and the rest are pirates, refugees, and slaves brought here...

They were originally Harry Strickland, the leader of the "Golden Company", the vanguard sent to Westeros to investigate the situation.

It was Commander Leswell Peake who made the decision to attack the city privately.

He landed at Crab Cove and saw a large amount of military supplies stored in Maidenpool, so he suddenly had an idea...

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On autumn nights, the feeling of coolness invading the body is already very obvious.

The firewood in the fireplace made a few "crackling" sounds from time to time.

The night was getting darker, and the surroundings were not noisy. Occasionally, guards on night patrol would pass by.

Domeric sat in front of the bed and kissed Wilfield gently on the face.

Then he reached out and pulled down the velvet quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

"May the gods bless you to wake up."

After coming to this world for so long, Domeric has never believed in the gods!

Whether it is the New God, the Old God, the Red God, or the Cold God, to him, they are all bullshit!

But at this moment, Domeric really longed for the gods to exist and that they could hear his prayers.

Something seems to have come to mind.

Domeric said in an evil tone to Wilfield's ear:

"Dear Wilfield, if you wake up now, I will make you my queen!"

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At this time, Wilfield opened her eyes.

The two had a very tacit understanding and looked at each other quietly.

In the end, it was Domeric who did not hold back, "When did you wake up?"

"When you kissed me just now."

There was no intense expression or emotion.

Wilfield's emotions are very stable, but there should be many complicated things intertwined together.

After not speaking for so long, she must be thinking about something.

Domeric guessed her thoughts, some of which he could guess, and some of which he couldn't.

Wilfield suddenly looked at him seriously: "Domi, is what you just said true?"

"What are you talking about?" Domeric started to act stupid.

Wilfield glanced at him and said solemnly: "You just said that as long as I wake up, you will let me be your queen!"

Domeric thought to himself: Actually, I was just kidding when I was comforting you!

But he couldn't say these words, so he remained silent.

"Hmm..." Wilfield hummed, and the end of the sound was longer, "So, are you playing with me?"

"I'd love you to be my queen, but I'm not a king!"

There is a story in a previous life. It is said that a reporter asked an old farmer:

If there are two houses, would you like to donate one? The old farmer said yes.

He also asked if he would be willing to donate one cow if he had two cows. The old farmer immediately refused because he really had two cows!

Therefore, Domeric's "promise" at this time has no meaning.

Because he is not the king yet!

If this kind of promise can be taken a little seriously after Domeric becomes king...

"Well... what if you really become the king in the future?"

Wilfield suddenly showed a smile, and hummed again in the same tone and rhythm, with a slightly prolonged tone.

"Then you are my queen!" Domeric smiled.

"What about your young fiancée, Lady Sansa?"

"Of course she is also a queen."

Now Wilfield couldn't hold herself any longer. She couldn't help laughing and almost tore the wound:

"Domi, I thought you were a bastard a long time ago, and now it seems that you are indeed the case!"

Domeric couldn't deny it and kissed her lips gently.

The two hugged each other gently, rubbing their ears and temples together.

Although the Church of the Seven Gods has always followed monogamy.

But as long as the strength is strong enough, it is not a problem for the archbishop of the church to kneel down and add insult to injury, such as the former "Conqueror" Aegon.

When a person's strength and prestige reach a high level, others can easily accept many things that they would not accept...

Chapter 279 Golden Group, Flying Thunder Cannon

Because he was accompanying Wellfield to recuperate from her injuries, Domeric spent some time in Maidenpool.

"Those people are the Golden Group from across the Narrow Sea?"

Wilfield, who was lying on the bed, was enjoying the "meal feeding" service of "Hand of the King", or "porridge feeding" to be precise.

"That's right!" Domeric nodded.

He picked up the oat milk porridge in the bowl with a spoon and brought it to Wilfield's mouth.

Maybe the spoon was too big and the portion was too much.