Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

The three of them formed a "shaped formation" and surrounded the Wild Boar King.

When several people work together, the effect is indeed much better.

Wendel took advantage of it and inserted a spear deeply into the wild boar's back, causing a splash of blood.

But this small injury was just an itch for the Wild Boar King.

Not only did it not die, but it became ferocious.

Soon, the northern trio was defeated and ended tragically.

For a time, there was no one in the huge hunting team.

The scene was quite embarrassing.

"Cough cough~~"

Count Yohn Royce coughed and tightened the bronze armor around his body. He wanted to step forward several times, but he reluctantly stepped back.

Although the old man has a strong physique, he is old after all, and his old arms and legs cannot withstand the collision of the Wild Boar King.

Finally, the new Duke of Riverrun, Brynden "Blackfish" Tully, stepped forward.

He was wearing heavy black armor, and his cloak was fastened with an obsidian pin in the shape of a black fish.

Obviously, he wanted to establish the authority of the new Duke of Riverrun during this hunt.

Brynden adopted the same tactics as Greatjon, relying on the mobility of his warhorse and using bows and arrows to consume them from a distance.

But his archery skills were much better than that of Great Jon. The heavy arrows in his hand stabbed near the eyes of the Wild Boar King one after another, easily costing one of its eyes.

The Wild Boar King is missing an eye and has limited vision.

Brynden's arrows were even more unscrupulous, frantically heading towards the Boar King's neck...

But the Wild Boar King is worthy of being the "King of Wild Boars". He directly buried his entire head in the soil, allowing his opponent to shoot arrows with his rough-skinned and fleshy body.

This left Brynden at his wits' end.

A stalemate and testing.

In the end, Brynden lost his temper and patted his horse closer.

He held a battle ax and called to the neck of the Wild Boar King.

In an instant.

The soil rolled and the earth trembled.

"Blackfish" Brynden was knocked to the ground without any surprise.

Brynden's physique was not as thick as the Greatjon's. He fell off his horse and fainted!

Seeing that the new Duke of Riverrun was about to die tragically under the sharp teeth and fangs of the Wild Boar King, the surrounding lords and knights had no time to save him.

At this critical moment, a burst of wind came...

"Swish Swish"

Three sharp arrows arrived one after another.

The back arrow was stacked on the tail of the front arrow, and the three arrows were connected into one. With thunderous momentum, they shot straight into the Wild Boar King's blind eye and into his head.

As if struck by thunder, the Wild Boar King let out a piercing cry and collapsed to the ground.

Its huge body fell to the ground, and the earth shook, kicking up large amounts of dust.

Countless blood flowed down from the eyes of the Wild Boar King, forming a pool of blood...

Domeric sat on his horse, motionless, only the bowstring in his hand was trembling...

The essence of the power game is naked violence.

No conspiracy or conspiracy can be as direct as this "Arrow of God".

Suddenly, the crowd fell into a deathly silence.

"Long live Lord Domeric!"

I don’t know who shouted first.

Next, there was a wave of cheers!

"Long live Lord Domeric!"

"Long live Lord Domeric!"

.........

Countless lords and nobles gathered around Domeric unconsciously.

The war horses neighed and various weapons clashed together, playing a song of triumph.

The sun shines on this "Hand of the King", as if giving him a divine halo.

This scene was fixed in the hearts of all the nobles present.

Sansa was gently hugged by Domeric, and the girl pressed her little face into the man's arms with a sweet smile on her face.

She looked at her fiancé with a look of utmost reverence.

The girl felt that perhaps her father, Duke Ed, had only had this much prestige.

…………

It wasn't until dusk that the hunting came to an end.

The attendants lit a bonfire and began to prepare dinner.

The huge wild boar king we hunted earlier was enough for everyone to share.

The lords and nobles gathered around the bonfire, showing off their prey.

Of course, they were more talking about the "Arrow of God" in the hand of the king...

Chapter 228 The price, the lit candle

The star curtain hangs low, and the silver moon is like a knife.

The sky in Westeros is not polluted by industrial waste gas, and the night sky is extremely transparent.

Every star is exceptionally clear, appearing deep and far away against the black velvet sky.

in the camp.

Countless bonfires were lit, and the smell of barbecue and wine filled the air.

A group of energetic nobles were eating meat and drinking wine...

In front of the lord's tent.

Domeric lay quietly on a special bench, and no one dared to disturb the King's Hand from resting.

He enjoyed the silence amidst the bustle.

Sansa came over, knelt down, picked up one of Domeric's legs, and placed it on her knee. Then she helped him take off his boots, holding his toes and pressing them gently.

"Master Domeric is sweating a lot. Let me help you clean it up."

"Thank you, Sansa," Domeric smiled.

"It is a wife's duty to serve her husband." Sansa leaned forward and kissed her.

Soon, Sansa brought a basin of cold water, soaked a cloth towel, then wrung it half dry, leaned down, and carefully wiped away the dust and sweat on Domeric's face.

The cloth towel is made of thick cotton, which is slightly stiffer than the towels used in previous lives.

But the cool feeling of the water-soaked cloth covering his face made Domeric exhale comfortably.

After every few wipes, Sansa re-soaked the cloth in water, keeping it moist and clean.

She rubbed Domeric's head and neck carefully, then unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed it carefully on his chest.

I have to say this is a wonderful enjoyment!

Sansa's hands were soft and delicate, and the areas she touched immediately became cool, and the heat in her body disappeared little by little.

Domeric closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became smoother, and he fell asleep under the girl's service...

a long time.

"Are you tired?" Domeric asked thoughtfully.

"I'm not tired." Sansa said bravely, sweating profusely.

"Aren't you tired after such a long time?" Domeric put his hands leisurely behind his head and asked with a smile.

"Because I like Sir Domeric, so I'm not tired at all..."

A faint blush appeared on Sansa's face.

……

The cool night breeze blew away the boring air around me.

The pale moonlight shines on the ground, like water all over the ground.

Domeric lay on the bench, stretched his legs comfortably.

Sansa curled up next to him.

The girl lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her freshly washed body exuding a soft fragrance.

The bright moon is in the sky, the breeze is blowing, and there is an obedient little beauty beside me.

This feeling is really good!

…………

a few days later.

The mammoth hunting meeting has just ended.

Domeric leads his army back to Riverrun.

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