Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

On the battlefield, he holds the Valyrian steel greatsword "Heartbreaker", the ancestral sword of the Tully family, and is invincible.

During the Usurper's War, he led an army that inflicted Robert Baratheon's only defeat at the Battle of Ashford.

Lord Randyll Tarly is now Renly Baratheon's military commander.

Renly is a very self-aware person and is very willing to delegate authority in areas that he is not good at. This is why he has won the support of so many people.

At present, Duke Tywin is unwilling to ransom the prisoners of the Western Realm, nor to compensate for the losses in the Three Realms, and is determined to fight against Domeric's coalition forces.

Domeric had no choice but to pull out the Golden Tooth City, completely break off one of the old lion's teeth, conquer the West, and force Tywin to cede the land and pay compensation...

Only then will this war end successfully.

At this stage, Renly Baratheon, who was encamped in Bitterbridge and watched with eager eyes, and the allied forces of the Reach and Stormlands led by him, became a serious threat to Domeric's rear.

Therefore, before defeating the old lion, he must stabilize Renly.

"Samwell, I am going to send someone to Bitterbridge to visit Lord Renly Baratheon. Jon will be the envoy for this mission, and are you willing to be his deputy?"

The eldest son of his top general has become the messenger of another force. No matter how broad-minded and generous Renly is, it is impossible for him to have no doubts about Randyll Tarly!

That was what Domeric had in mind.

Send Samwell Tarly as an envoy to Bitterbridge to disgust his father, Earl Randyll, and at the same time create a rift with the Reach Storm coalition.

If Renly Baratheon becomes suspicious of Lord Randyll, the power of the Stormland coalition forces in the Reach will be greatly reduced...

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Castle.

before the bonfire.

Melisandre knelt on the floor, changing her usual attire.

She was covered from head to toe in a dark red cloak, and her face under the hood was pale.

It is said that the red-robed witch spent this period of time in order to obtain prophecies from the holy fire day and night, so she looked a little haggard...

At some point, a tall and upright figure walked behind her.

"Lady Melisandre, it's time for you to return to Lord Stannis." Domeric said in a low voice.

Melisandre showed him a dragon egg containing life, but did not hatch it.

Instead, Domeric was asked to abandon the faith of the old god and convert to the red god, the King of Light.

This is obviously a condition that Domeric cannot accept. It is impossible for him to destroy the foundation of his power for the sake of a young dragon.

Therefore, the cooperation between the two basically failed.

Therefore, Domeric is ready to let the red witch return to Stannis.

It would be best to kill Renly Baratheon like in the plot, disintegrate the Stormland coalition forces in the Reach, and relieve him of his worries. The remaining Stannis is far less of a threat than Renly.

Melisandre turned back. Under the shadow of the hood, her eyes were as bright as light red candles:

"Lord Domeric, you still don't believe me. You still doubt the will of the Lord of Light..."

Domeric raised a finger and shook it, "You are wrong, Ms. Melisandre. It's not that I don't believe you, but I don't believe your prophecy."

"My prediction is correct!" Melisandre said loudly:

"Dark night is falling on your seven kingdoms. I witnessed you commanding thousands of troops in the holy fire to resist the terrifying darkness..."

The eyes of the red-robed witch seemed to look into his soul.

Domeric frowned, "Ms. Melisandre, you stand in front of the bonfire, please look carefully, there must be more than one shadow of light.

The flames are ever-changing and ever-changing, so the shadows become shorter and longer.

An average person can cast more than a dozen shadows, but some shadows are fainter than others.

You see, the same is true for people’s future.

The prophecy you see from the holy fire is just one of countless possibilities and does not mean anything! "

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Seeing Domeric's firm tone, Melisandre simply changed her approach and stopped using prophecies to convince him.

"My lord, I heard that you are troubled by Tywin Lannister in the Golden Tooth City. If you are willing, I can help you get rid of him."

Since the arrival of the Red Comet, Melisandre's magical power has become more powerful...

"Isn't this bad?" Domeric hesitated.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Ms. Melisandre, I heard that you are a Shadowbinder." Domeric suddenly changed the subject.

The red-robed witch always appeared in front of the nobles in the bright image of R'hllor, the red god of light.

However, few people know that Melisandre is a Shadowbinder, able to control shadows with the power of magic.

After the arrival of the Red Comet, this power became particularly powerful.

In the plot, Melisandre uses the "blood of the king" as a medium, and uses the shadow incarnation of the "Shadow Killer" to defeat Renly Baratheon, who has hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and overturn the structure of the Seven Kingdoms in one fell swoop.

And when Melisandre proposes to kill Tywin now, she probably wants to use the same method.

"Yes, sir, I am indeed a Shadowbinder." Melisandre didn't see anything strange on her face.

But her attitude was obviously much more humble.

It seemed that after Domeric revealed her hidden identity, her heart was far less peaceful than she appeared on the surface.

"But aren't you a believer in the Lord of Light? Shadows are dark things." Domeric asked puzzledly, "How come you have the power to manipulate shadows?"

"My lord, you don't know something."

Melisandre's eyes are like burning flames, hot and firm:

“There are no shadows in the dark.

Shadow is the servant of light, the descendant of flame.

Only the most dazzling firelight can reflect the darkest shadows. "

As she spoke, she took a step closer to Domeric, with a hint of temptation in her tone:

"My lord, you are... a person with a blazing flame... If you are willing, please visit my room tonight. I will bring you unprecedented joy and use your fire of life to create..."

"A scary monster?"

Domeric snorted coldly and said with a straight face: "If you use the wrong method, you will only get twisted emptiness and regret. Therefore, I refuse your temptation..."

With that said, he waved his hands and strode away.

Melisandre was unwilling to shout behind her: "Lord Domeric, you are lost in darkness and chaos! Please think carefully about my words, the Lord of Light R'hllor is the source of all good..."

Domeric's footsteps gradually disappeared...

Melisandre sat down on the floor, arms folded across her knees, the flickering firelight flickering.

Chapter 238 Wanted, unexpected

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

When there was a rapid knock on the door.

The "little devil" Tyrion Lannister is tasting the wine poured by Alayaya.

This is the woman who belongs to him alone!

"Someone is looking for you, my lion." Alayaya smiled.

"Leave them alone!"

Tyrion felt her pressing against his chest, and he couldn't put anything else in his mind.

Ailayaya chuckled and pushed the man away:

"Hurry up and open the door, my Lannister giant! It might be something important."

"I'm just a poor prisoner. Who will come looking for me? Most likely it will be Zira from the Black Ear Tribe. She loves to torment me the most..."

Tyrion complained.

But he still put on some clothes and went to open the door with his two twisted short legs.

Outside the door was indeed the female leader of the mountain clan tribe, Qi La.

Zillah was a thin, dark-skinned woman with a terrifying necklace hanging around her neck. Tyrion took the opportunity to count them, no more, no less, a total of 66 dried and wrinkled ears, connected in series.

Tyrion had always been curious.

Why do these rebellious mountain clan tribes from the valley obey the orders of the hand of the king?

Could it be that Domeric Bolton's personality is so charismatic that even the mountain people bow to him?

"What is it?" Tyrion asked angrily.

Although his freedom was not restricted, he was constantly monitored.

The people who monitor him are naturally the mountain people of these mountain tribes. These mountain people are stupid and stupid, but one good thing is that they are difficult to bribe.

Most of the mountain men treated Tyrion fairly well, but the Zillah leader took it too far.

She's not only curious about dwarves, but also about Lannister, and even about Lannistra's shit!

Tyrion was watched by her on more than one occasion defecating in public.

Then he watched with embarrassment as she rummaged through the pile of shit to see if there was any gold hidden there.

Tyrion goes to great lengths to explain that "Lord Tywin's shit contains gold" is just slang.

But Zillah turned a deaf ear and only complained that Tyrion ate too much meat and the poop he produced not only contained no gold, but also smelled too bad. He should eat more soil, metal and the like, and maybe he could poop out gold...

"Lord Domeric summons you." Zilla said expressionlessly.

"Oh?" Tyrion rubbed his nose and said, "Why did the Prime Minister summon me?"