Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

On the other side, Baron Sven also had soldiers helping him put on his armor. With the bright armor on his body, the heir of Stonehelm seemed to be breathing rapidly for some reason, as if he was a little nervous. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at King Robert several times.

To duel with a king?

This was something Baron Sven never dared to imagine before.

So much time has passed, and he may now regret his impulsiveness, but he never imagined that the final trial by combat would be King Robert, imprisoned in jail, fighting for Stannis and battling him.

What if you accidentally kill King Robert?

Will I also be called a 'king killer'?

The heir to Stonehelm City was somewhat agitated, and his breathing became rapid.

On the other hand, Robert Baratheon appeared very composed. Although life in prison had made him much thinner, it had not yet broken his body.

He donned the final black breastplate, steadily took the heavy Stormhammer from the arms of the Unsullied soldier, and then turned to look at Baron Sven, who was also fully armed.

Chapter 586 Duel

“I...don’t like Stannis...never.”

Robert Baratheon spoke, his voice booming, as if donning armor and wielding a warhammer had brought back memories of his glorious past.

"His stubborn temper is like a rock in a latrine—stinky and hard."

“Especially after hearing that he killed Renly, I wanted to crush his head.”

Robert stood in the throne room, holding his warhammer, while the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms stepped back, clearing a large space for the two in the room.

Baron Sven swallowed slightly, gripping his spear and cautiously keeping his distance from Robert Baratheon. Although he was confident, the other man was, after all, a fierce general who had personally killed Rhaegar on the battlefield.

Robert, however, seemed oblivious to Baron Sven's caution, strolling leisurely through the throne room with his warhammer in hand. His hair and beard were disheveled, but his bloodshot eyes shone brightly, like a lion inspecting its territory, his body brimming with rage about to erupt.

"but!"

At that moment, Robert suddenly stopped and raised his voice, startling Baron Swin, who was holding a spear, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Boy!"

"You shouldn't have killed Stannis by such despicable means!"

Robert Baratheon was not wearing a helmet, only armor. His hair was disheveled, and he glared angrily, his eyes burning with a fierce rage, as if he wanted to devour someone.

Then he swung the warhammer in his hand and smashed it down.

Seeing King Robert suddenly erupt, the heavy Stormhammer crashed down like a mountain, accompanied by a strong wind.

Damn it!

Baron Sven, of course, dared not be careless, nor did he dare to take the blow head-on. He was experienced in duels and knew from the sound of the wind that the blow was powerful.

clang--

Baron Sven then deflected the blow with his spear, took a step back, and avoided it.

bang——

Robert slammed his warhammer into the ground, shattering the magnificent tiles of the throne room and causing the nobles of the seven kingdoms present to gasp in shock.

"King Robert's power... is too great."

Meanwhile, in the second-floor corridor of the throne room, Illyrio, the finance minister who had not participated in the trial but was merely passing by, clicked his tongue at the sight.

"Tsk."

His friend Varys, standing beside him with his hands tucked into his sleeves, shook his head slightly and smiled helplessly at the sight.

"That's how it is, Illyrio, you'll get used to it."

"The esteemed officials have become quite engrossed in their activities, completely disregarding how those below will handle the situation."

"Our Majesty has gone on vacation again, while this 'Majesty' is smashing things up in the throne room."

"This floor tile... it should be worth several dozen silver deer, it seems the Chancellor of the Exchequer will have to foot the bill."

A single brick in the throne room could be worth half a year's income for an average family in the seven kingdoms, yet it was smashed to pieces in a duel. But that's reality.

"die!"

King Robert, seeing Baron Sven retreat, did not let him go. Instead, he pressed his advantage, letting out a deep roar and brandishing his warhammer as he chased after him once more.

Call ~

The heavy warhammer roared through the throne room, accompanied by a violent whistling sound, while Baron Sven, with his youthful vigor and agility, constantly maneuvered against it.

Ding ding ding—

The sounds of clashing weapons echoed intermittently in the throne room, indicating a fierce battle between the two sides.

Baron Sven's father, the Earl of Stonehelm, looked somewhat nervous, constantly turning his head left and right, searching for someone he could ask for help. He didn't know if his son could defeat King Robert, who was known for his strength.

On the steps, Oberyn's interested smile slowly disappeared, replaced by a calm scrutiny. Standing beside him, Black Bug, the commander of the Unsullied Legion, clenched his fist.

They were all experts, and they could tell that this duel was indeed a battle between masters.

King Robert and Baron Sven, heir to Stonehelm, were not to be trifled with.

And at this time.

clang--

Another violent clash of weapons erupted, sparks flying. The spear in the hands of the Stonehelm City heir snapped in two, the sharp tip flying out and causing another gasp, but fortunately no one else was injured.

"Whoo~"

Baron Sven took a deep breath, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Shit!"

He then threw the wooden stick in his hand at King Robert, but the king neither dodged nor flinched, letting the stick hit him. His body remained motionless, like a black tower, and he walked towards him with his hammer.

Snapped--

Baron Sven then took a new spear from a follower, swung it around in his hand—it still gleamed—and gripped it tightly.

Ding ding—

They deflected King Robert's attack and retreated to create distance once again.

Baron Swin's tactic was to use his relatively agile body to maneuver around King Robert, who was known for his strength, and wear down his opponent's stamina.

He didn't really want to confront the other party head-on, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

An expert can tell a lot from a single move. Robert's hammer was powerful and heavy, and Baron Swin naturally dared not face it, even though he was also a well-known 'strongman' in his hometown.

Call ~

Another hammer blow missed.

King Robert, clad in black armor, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and his movements slowed considerably.

He had been locked up in prison for too long, and his physical condition had deteriorated significantly. He had only been dealing with Baron Sven for a short while when his stamina began to wane.

Are you tired?

"Ok?"

"Your Majesty King Robert?"

Meanwhile, relying on his youthful and energetic body, Baron Sven, holding a spear, was also panting slightly, but he was simply probing the somewhat tired Robert Baratheon while constantly stimulating him with words.

"Only a few rounds? You're already done for?"

"It seems King's Landing has too many brothels; they've already drained you dry?"

King Robert's reputation as a philanderer had long been known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. He neglected his beautiful queen to seek out less attractive prostitutes, simply because no one dared to speak out when he was on the throne. However, now that King Robert was a prisoner, he could freely mock him.

"Stop talking nonsense, kid!"

However, King Robert merely gasped for breath, his expression somewhat ferocious.

He then raised his hammer once more.

"This is just the beginning, I'm only just warming up!"

Chapter 587 Bone Mountain Range

"Your Highness, the Eldest Princess."

"Your Highness, the Eldest Princess."

At that moment, Renis appeared at some unknown time inside the side door of the throne room, quietly observing the battle. The nobles of the seven kingdoms, who were watching the duel intently, were slightly startled and then quickly bowed.

"Ah."

The brown-haired girl simply nodded subtly and then climbed the steps.

"Your Highness."

Oberyn, who was sitting on the Iron Throne with his legs crossed, saw Renis approaching and quickly put his legs down, stood up from the Iron Throne, straightened his clothes, and bowed slightly.

"uncle."

Renis turned her head to look at the two people fighting fiercely below.

"Is he the one who killed my father?"

Robert was imprisoned in the Red Keep for so long, yet Reynolds never visited him, for she feared she would be unable to resist ordering his death.

"It's him."

Oberyn stood before the Iron Throne and nodded slightly.

Will he die?

Rene removed her deerskin gloves and asked without hesitation.

Although she is currently learning combat skills from the female knight, she is ultimately not as discerning as a seasoned gladiator like Oberon.

Oberyn turned to look at the situation on the field. King Robert's strength was gradually failing, and he seemed to be falling behind, but he was indomitable and even showed signs of becoming stronger as the battle progressed.

He then shook his head, arriving at a viewpoint that was completely opposite to that of many of the seasoned nobles from the Seven Kingdoms present.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid not."