Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

They are still taking pleasure in humiliating those who were once high and mighty.

Oberyn was still wearing his blood-stained armor. He rushed over upon hearing the news without even changing his armor, and hadn't even wiped the blood off his face.

He hurried along and then saw several soldiers still beating up Duke Tywin.

"Isn't Lord Tywin's shit made of gold?"

"You've already coughed up the shit, but you still can't poop out the gold?"

They confiscated Tywin's weapons, so he couldn't even commit suicide, and then kicked Tywin Lannister in the backside, making him roll on the ground, laughing out loud every now and then.

"stop!"

When Oberyn arrived, his weathered face was serious, and there was a wisp of white hair on his forehead.

Snapped--

He then reached out and grabbed the wrist of a soldier who was about to throw another punch at the captured Duke of Casterly Rock.

"Who the hell dares..."

The soldier was furious when his wrist was grabbed, thinking someone was meddling in his business. However, when he turned around and saw Oberon, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and he was completely sobered up.

"S-Sir..."

However, Oberyn ignored him and simply released his wrist, and the soldiers who had committed the assault quickly disappeared into the crowd.

His eyes remained fixed on Tywin Lannister, who lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, a tattered golden lion emblem still adorning his tattered crested cloak.

Oberyn had seen Tywin before, so he could confirm that the person before him was indeed Tywin Lannister.

"Your Excellency Duke Tywin."

Prince Dorne then nodded slightly, a cold smile appearing on his weathered face, a smile that seemed somewhat forced.

The Red Viper's smile sent a chill down one's spine.

Meanwhile, Tywin Lannister, who was lying on the ground in a sorry state, was rescued by Oberyn Martell and breathed a slight sigh of relief. He was a noble Lannister, and he never thought that one day he would be bullied by dogs when he was down on his luck.

Tywin suffered immense humiliation after being dragged from the cellar. His weapons were confiscated, and even his suicide attempt was impossible. He could only endure the shame and be beaten until he rolled on the ground.

Despite the humiliation and resentment he had suffered, Tywin got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Oberyn, suppressed his emotions, and tried to speak calmly.

"Prince Oberon".

The old lion's head was sparse and covered in blood, and its pale green eyes stared at Oberyn, its voice low and hoarse.

"I fought, but I lost."

"How do you want to punish me?"

His gaze swept around to the left and right, taking in the faces of Targaryen soldiers, all staring at Tywin with hatred.

Despite being surrounded by enemies on all sides, Tywin showed no fear and turned to look at Oberyn again.

"Should I let these people humiliate me and make fun of me?"

"Beat me to death?"

Even though the old lion was now covered in blood and his teeth were loose, he still maintained the demeanor of a duke, speaking in a clear and orderly manner, without acting like a shrew who would argue, cry, or threaten suicide.

Oberyn, however, kept staring intently at Tywin. Hearing Tywin's confident words, he sneered again, shook his head, and denied it.

"Do not."

“I won’t do that.”

He wasn't that perverse, and of course he wouldn't let the soldiers beat Tywin to death.

Oberyn then stepped forward and stood before Tywin, handing the spear stained with the blood of Lannisters to a guard beside him. The guard quickly took Oberyn's weapon and stepped aside.

Tywin stood there watching Oberyn approach. Although he didn't take a step back, his breathing became slightly rapid.

He stared intently at the other person, saying nothing, waiting for what they would say next.

The two locked eyes, and the air seemed to freeze. The surrounding soldiers were also completely silent, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

"Do not..."

Oberyn was the first to break the silence.

"No... that would be too easy for you, Lord Tywin."

His face still wore that forced smile, but his dark eyes now held a sharper edge.

With the enemy who killed his sister right in front of him, Oberyn could not suppress his urge to take revenge.

He had been struggling with the decision of whether or not to slit Tywin's throat with a dagger right now.

However, he ultimately restrained his murderous intent and loosened his grip on the dagger at his waist with his left hand.

Tywin let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the lining under his armor was completely soaked; for a moment he had thought he was going to die.

"You will face a public trial before hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing, confess your crimes, and then die."

"From this day forward, your words will vanish into thin air, your family will be forgotten, but you will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame."

Then Oberyn spoke in a cold voice.

Chapter 554 Imprisoning Nine Generations

The decisive battle in the Westerlands broke out at Lannister Harbor, and the Targaryen army, with the help of the Iron Fleet and dragons, ultimately prevailed, successfully capturing Lannister Harbor and taking the rebel leader Tywin Lannister prisoner.

Lord Tywin Lannister had been ruling the Westerlands with the absolute authority he had established, but when he suddenly fell from grace, the remaining nobles of the Westerlands naturally had no cohesion and surrendered one after another.

However, Oberyn did not let the Lannisters off the hook. The Red Viper was a man of revenge, and he would repay kindness tenfold. He fulfilled his promise to Tywin, vowing to wipe out the Lannisters and nail their names to the pillar of shame.

House Lannister is known for its prolific breeding; their ancestor, 'Clever' Lann, is said to have used this trait to trick House Casterly Rock out of the Casterly family.

According to legend, Lann lived to be 312 years old and fathered 100 brave sons and 100 agile daughters, the men handsome and the women beautiful.

Later, the Lannisters' descendants became too numerous for Casterly Rock to accommodate everyone, so some branches began to leave Casterly Rock and move to nearby villages. These villages later became towns, and then cities, eventually becoming what is now Lannister Harbor.

This is why Lannister Port fought so tenaciously against the Targaryen army.

However, Oberyn has now successfully captured Casterly Rock, the capital of the Westerlands, and Lannisport.

Then, in retaliation for the Westerners' fierce resistance and out of hatred for his sister Elia Martell, he brazenly ordered the massacre of all Lannisters in the city.

Even those who are related by blood or marriage are not allowed; Tywin Lannister's entire family, including nine generations, will be exterminated.

Oberyn wanted Tywin to witness the Lannisters being destroyed in his hands.

At first, Tywin was able to remain calm, but as he killed more and more people, his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his anger turned into numbness.

He watched helplessly as his nephews, Lancel Lannister, the eldest son of his second brother Kevan, and his mother Donna Swivel, Tyreke Lannister, the son of his third brother Tygate, and so on, were taken to the execution ground one by one and beheaded in front of Tywin.

"Lord Tywin, it seems that your surname can only be passed on to the son you hate the most."

Oberyn still wore that forced, insincere smile, but it made Tywin lose control of his emotions, though he was merely writhing in impotent rage.

At this moment, Oberyn Martell revealed his ruthless methods. He was most skilled at torturing people, repeatedly testing their psychological limits.

This way, they won't go completely insane while still being constantly stimulated.

Gregor Clegane, the "Mountain," had been tormented to the point of mental instability, but he was not completely insane and still retained his own consciousness.

With the war in the Westerlands over, Oberyn's name became synonymous with demons in this region, even to the point of being known to silence all weeping.

He exterminated the Lannister family, and later, many blond-haired people in Lannister Harbor were hunted down by Targaryen soldiers.

"He is a Lannister remnant!"

"catch him!"

In Lannister Harbor, even the locals with blond hair dared not go out on the streets, while fierce-looking soldiers even broke down doors to capture any possible 'Lannister remnants'.

The situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control and turning into a massacre, with news even reaching King's Landing.

Upon hearing the news, the Imperial Council of the Iron Throne intervened promptly to stop the army's actions, preventing the situation from escalating further.

However, the Lannister name has been completely eradicated, and at least for some time, it will not be publicly seen in the Westerlands, except for Tyrion Lannister, who has been appointed as the king's private advisor, and the former queen, who is imprisoned in the Red Keep.

However, one of them could never leave King's Landing, while the other had long been driven away by the Lannister family themselves and was even nearly killed by his own father.

Tyrion only encountered malice from others in Casterly Rock, so it was naturally difficult for him to feel much sympathy for his former relatives. In the dead of night, he might even drink a few cups and then have a good cry.

This information was provided by Varys the Eight-Clawed Spider.

Tyrion's reaction upon receiving this message was also under his surveillance, as were the senior members of the Council of Kings.

He summoned five or six women to the brothel, had a good time, drank and vomited, and cried.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she attended the Imperial Conference as usual the next day, seemingly bidding farewell to her former life.

...

Meanwhile, in the distant land of King's Landing.

Oberyn's actions in Lannisport reached King's Landing and caused a great stir.

"How many petitions are there today?"

The Dothraki army had not yet returned, but Viserys had already ridden his dragon back to King's Landing.

In the Meg Tower, in the king's study.

At this moment, a handsome young man with long, silver-gold hair sat in a chair behind a desk, holding a petition covered with names in his hand. He glanced at it briefly, then shook his head and spoke.

"The third letter."

The intelligence minister standing next to him, Varys, with his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, also shook his head.

"What Prince Oberon did in Lannisport... is indeed a complicated matter."

"He crossed the line for all the nobles, and therefore naturally encountered a strong backlash."

"Although countless ancient and great families have been wiped out in this war, they dare not cause trouble for the Dothraki."

The bald eunuch was very careful with his words, and he shrugged slightly before speaking.

He knew that Viserys and the Prince of Dorne shared a close personal friendship beyond their lord-vassal relationship. Furthermore, the Prince himself was known for his autocratic rule and tendency to favor his own, making it a pipe dream for the nobles of King's Landing to try and move to Oberyn through complaints...

As Varys pondered these matters, he indeed saw Viserys once again crumple up the third petition signed by the nobles into a ball and toss it into the wastebasket beside him.

Then he suddenly thought of something, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke again.