Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Margaery pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth, "This time I choose to be upright."

"Ok?"

Samwell's eyes narrowed and he looked at the other party deeply.

It seems that this "Rose of Highgarden" doesn't understand mathematics at all!

The probability of "positive" appearing three times in a row is inherently low.

The winning sequences for Margaery are only "positive-positive positive" and "anti-positive positive".

The first type must make the first three shots and directly produce a "positive" result in order to win.

Because once the sequence exceeds three digits, there will inevitably be a "reverse" situation before the "positive, positive, positive". No matter how you choose the positive, you will not lose.

If Samwell chooses to suppress "anyway", then Margaery's chance of winning will be infinitely lowered.

"I choose, anyway."

Under the cold mathematical probability calculation, Samwell had no reason to choose anything else and gave the answer immediately.

Seeing the fat man's decisive tone.

Margaery realized she had just made a bad decision, but it was too late to regret it.

As coins continue to be thrown into the air...

"Anyway, anyway, it's right."

When it was thrown for the sixth time, the result came out.

There is no doubt that Samwell wins easily this time!

Margaery drank three glasses of wine again.

In less than ten minutes, she had drank nine glasses of wine in a row. This high-end golden wine from Qingting Island had a soft and mellow taste. She didn't notice anything when she first took it in, but it had great staying power.

Margery's face turned red as she continued to place bets.

She untied her dress and took off her entire waistband, revealing a large area of ​​white and rosy skin.

It made Samwell on the side feel restless...

After losing three times in a row, this is no longer a matter of luck.

Margery was keenly aware that she had been tricked by this fat man.

The other party must have used some means to make her fall into a trap.

But the key is that I can’t see where the trap is at all?

This made the "Rose of Highgarden", who had always thought highly of herself, find it hard to accept it for a while!

"Miss Margaery, oh, no, Your Majesty the Queen, do we want to continue?"

With his peripheral vision, Samwell glanced at "Little Rose"'s face and her delicate body, which was only a tube top and panties.

He seemed to be considering how much wine Margaery had left and how many times she had enough clothes to take off.

"Why not! Let's keep going!"

Margery said drunkenly.

There was even a double image of Samwell in front of her, but she couldn't lose!

Because she is the noble "Rose of Highgarden"!

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Domeric's army marched southwest along the Rose Avenue.

A low hill surrounded by a chest-high wall made of rocks.

The army had to make a large circle to the west before they found a gap that allowed people and horses to pass.

The scenery here is very nice, but what really attracts Domeric is the ring wall.

The weathered gray stone is covered with patches of pale lichen, and green moss is gently fluttering.

This should be the castle of a certain family that disappeared in the long river of history.

“The terrain here is great!

We couldn't find a better place, so we set up camp here.

This high ground can be easily defended if necessary. "

Domeric pointed out while riding his horse to inspect the surrounding wall, the black forged star-patterned cloak was fluttering in the wind.

As he was getting closer to Bitter Bridge, it was necessary for him to be prepared for possible enemy attacks.

The order was given, and the army soon set up tents behind the ring wall.

Black tents appeared like mushrooms after the rain, and blankets and bedrolls covered the bare land.

The grooms lined up the horses in long queues and fed them fodder and water.

The soldiers took advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun, picked up axes and went to the woods to cut wood in preparation for the night.

A team of craftsmen set about clearing the ground, digging latrines and untying bundles of fire-hardened wooden stakes.

"Before dark, be sure to dig trenches and erect stakes for every opening in the ring wall."

Domeric continued to order.

With an army of 3 people, he naturally does not need to do everything himself.

When the tents were set up, thousands of bonfires were lit.

Various sounds floated across the fields, hills, and fields, surging and surging, completely suppressing the sound of turbulent water and howling wind not far away...

Just when the sun was about to set below the horizon, a group of uninvited guests slowly approached the camp.

Sir Patrick Mallister, who was on patrol, immediately led his soldiers and stopped them.

"Who?" He spoke slowly but moved quickly. He was as tall and straight as a spear, with slender limbs and a solemn expression.

"I am the envoy sent by Lord Domeric to Kuqiao!" the person headed by the other party replied.

He was wearing leather and sweaters, and his body gave off the reflection of steel or bronze. His thick beard covered his strong and thin face, making him look as unkempt as the horse under his crotch.

Although they had never met each other, Patrick Mallister recognized Jon Wright at first sight.

"You are Jon Snow, no, I should call you Viscount Jon Wright now. You inherited your father's appearance."

"You know him?"

Jon Wright was exhausted on the horse.

"I am Patrick Mallister from Seaside City. Yes, I recognize Duke Eddard, and I also recognize his father."

"Lord Rickard died before I was born." Jon shook his head.

"He is a commendable man."

Patrick glanced to the side, and he discovered that many horses in Jon's team were ridden by two people, and many people in the crowd were injured. "It seems that you are in trouble."

Jon greeted him, "Yes, my men are hungry and injured, and our horses need attention."

"The logistics will be prepared for you, and the injured will be treated by the bachelor."

Sir Patrick had the camp gate opened, and a group of people followed.

"I want to see Lord Domeric immediately." Jon requested.

"I'll take you there right now. Lord Domeric is probably waiting to see you too."

Sir Patrick laughed.

The further you walk toward the center of the camp, the more you can see the foundation flag of the Bolton Family flying high above all the flags.

This was probably the largest flag Jon had ever seen in his life. It was enough to be used as a carpet in the castle hall.

Jon followed Ser Patrick Mallister to a Chinese military camp.

He opened the camp curtain alone and saw the man inside reading by the campfire. It was Domeric Bolton, the "Hand of the King".

"My lord, I have come to restore you." Jon Wright knelt on the ground.

Although Jon does not have the surname Stark in his name, he has the face of an authentic Stark family member.

His face is long, serious and reserved, and his emotions and anger are inexpressible.

I have to say that Lyanna Stark’s genes are strong enough, and Jon doesn’t even see the slightest trace of Prince Rhaegar in him.

"It's been a hard journey, Jon. Please sit down and have a glass of fresh milk first."

Domeric patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, "Then tell me, what happened during this time in Bitter Bridge?"

Jon Wright sat down and told the story of his mission to Bitterbridge.

At first, Renly Baratheon deliberately refused to see them, and then forced them to go to Storm's End to witness the decisive battle with Stannis. Until Renly was seriously injured after being assassinated, many nobles who were originally loyal to him turned to Stannis...

At this time, Jon was about to say goodbye and return to King's Landing, but was detained by the Riverbend nobles headed by Randyll Tarly.

Jon led his men to resist.

In the confusion, Samwell Tarly was too fat to climb onto his horse and was captured.

"Poor Fat Sam, he will definitely be tortured inhumanely, especially by his cruel and hateful father."

Jon couldn't help but worry about the fat man. After getting along with him for a short time, he had already regarded Samwell as a good brother.

"This is really sad news, but now that it has happened..."

Domeric pretended to be sad, but there was some unexpected joy in his heart.

Samwell Tarly's stay in Bitterbridge will only sow a seed of distrust between Tyrell and Tarly.

"What's the current situation at Bitter Bridge?" Domeric continued to ask.

After the conflict, Jon fled with a few people, but did not go far. On the one hand, he was preparing to rescue Samwell and the rest. On the other hand, he followed Randyll Tarly and his party back to Bitterbridge to further inquire about the news.

"On the Bitterbridge side, the forces headed by Lord Florent of Brightwater were planning to launch a rebellion, but they were suppressed by the thunder of Duke Mace Tyrell who came from Highgarden..." Jon slowly told.

"Oh!"