Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

These nobles from the seven kingdoms were not without combat experience, but their combat experience was mostly on the battlefield, while the arena was a one-on-one battle with limited terrain, where all sorts of tactics could be used.

In fact, King Robert, a fierce general on the battlefield, is naturally at a disadvantage in one-on-one duels, but he can still handle it thanks to his rich combat experience.

The heir to Stonehelm has a solid foundation and the potential to become a Kingsguard, but he lacks combat experience when facing King Robert.

"Go to hell!"

Before Oberyn could finish speaking, Baron Sven seized the perfect opportunity below, roared, and tried to kill King Robert with a spear. However, little did he know that this was a trap set by his opponent.

Baron's father, Earl Gulian Sven of Stonehelm, and his friends had even raised their hands to applaud, but the bloody scene that followed shattered their eyes.

"Kid, you're celebrating too soon!"

Robert Baratheon's face hardened, his words chilling like a cold wind. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. His thick arm seized Baron Sven's spear, and the Stonehelm heir panicked, trying to pull it away but failing.

Before Baron Sven could even drop his spear and run away, Robert, with a single hand, swung the heavy warhammer that would otherwise require two hands to lift, and smashed it hard into Baron's cheek, right before his eyes.

puff--

There were no fancy techniques, just sheer brute force and a simple, unadorned hammer blow. The Storm Hammer slammed into Baron Sven's face like hitting a watermelon.

Relaxed and carefree.

The Stonehelm City heir's hard skull shattered instantly, his eyeballs shooting out of their sockets. Blood and brain matter mingled and splattered onto the faces of the nearest nobles, the ground, and the stone pillars of the throne room. The half-shattered, headless corpse collapsed.

The air fell silent for a second.

"what--"

The next moment, screams erupted in the throne room, and chaos ensued. The nobles, whose faces were splattered with blood and brains, let out screech like roosters.

Earl Gulian Sven of Stonehelm was extremely grim. He had not expected the turn of events to come so suddenly, and his only surviving son had died here.

Then, with a livid face, he turned and pushed through the crowd, leaving the throne room without waiting for the final verdict.

On the steps of the throne room, Oberyn had barely finished speaking when he saw this scene and couldn't help but shrug slightly.

"It seems Robert Baratheon will live a little longer."

Beside him, the brown-haired girl gripped the Dark Sister sword at her waist with one hand, stroking the hilt, watching the bloody scene with an unchanging expression.

"Great."

Having been through several wars, the young girl no longer felt any pity for her enemies, and Oberyn paused slightly upon hearing Renis's words.

"Ok?"

"That way I'll have the chance to execute him myself."

"Use this sword."

Reyne drew a section of Valyrian steel sword, its bright gleam illuminating the dark Iron Throne. This sword had been given to Reyne by Viserys after his return to King's Landing.

"Viserys gave me this sword so that I could take my own revenge."

Tap tap...

Renis then turned and left the chaotic throne room, while Oberyn stood there watching the girl's retreating figure in silence for a long time.

Two Unsullied soldiers dragged away Baron Sven's body, cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground, and Robert Baratheon was put back in chains without resistance and taken back to the dungeon.

...

There have been so many major events in Westeros lately that people have no time to look around the world, except for the merchants who come and go.

Every day in this world is a time of great upheaval. The Targaryen army reclaimed the Iron Throne and unified the Seven Kingdoms, while on the other side, the Dothraki Sea was unified by Khal Mengo, who never uttered a word.

The bloody battle on the steppe lasted for several months, and finally ended with Mengo's Khalasa defeating all the tribes.

The Dothraki have a history of several unifications, each time led by a powerful Khal who suppressed the surrounding communities and ultimately became a nightmare for neighboring civilizations.

When the Dothraki were unified, Westeros was still embroiled in a fierce civil war, and the kingdom's entire attention was focused on Westeros.

The First Legion, stationed on the continent of Essos, mobilized its troops and guarded the area to prevent the Steppe Knights from suddenly appearing in the heart of the Free Trade City-State and launching a surprise attack.

Even letters of appeal from Kohol and Norfos arrived like snowflakes, but Bessie Joyce ignored them all.

Everyone thought that after the Dothraki Sea was unified, their scimitars would be aimed at the rich trading city-states. However, unexpectedly, news came that an endless number of Dothraki were riding their warhorses eastward.

What does the East have?

Nobody knows.

The area east of the Skeleton Mountains is shrouded in mystery. Although merchants from the Jade Sea occasionally come, they still cannot unravel the enigma in people's hearts.

Chapter 588 Grand Scholar Paisell

The days leading up to the public trial were filled with countless minor cases from the War of the Usurper, such as a knight from the Westerlands who had burned, killed, looted, and raped women after entering King's Landing and was accused by the people of King's Landing, and a nobleman from the North who burned down his farm, and so on.

In just ten years, the victims or their relatives were still alive. In addition, as the defeated West, the royal family supported them, and the Minister of Justice, Prince Oberon Martell, personally visited these victims.

As a result, more and more people who had suffered in the past have bravely stood up to accuse the thugs who had persecuted their families, burned down their farms, looted their grain, and so on.

The Iron Throne demanded that the nobles who had committed atrocities return all the money and grain they had stolen, while those who had committed heinous crimes such as murder and rape were punished accordingly.

Some were sentenced to years in prison, some had their hands and feet crippled, and others faced hanging or beheading. They knelt and begged for forgiveness, crying their eyes out, hoping to join the Night's Watch and defend the kingdom's borders.

The Night's Watch accepted all comers without hesitation, thus gaining a significant boost in manpower.

These nobles who joined the Legion usually brought some followers to protect them; there weren't many who were all alone. In fact, during the final purge, a few hundred new recruits joined the Night's Watch Legion, making Lord Commander Jeor Mormont grin from ear to ear.

The Night's Watch is not yet destroyed, but after suffering hardships, it once numbered a thousand, but now has less than fifty members.

However, the war brought a large number of criminals, and anyone who didn't want to die was stuffed into the Night's Watch. With the addition of such a large number of defeated nobles and soldiers, the Night's Watch returned to a size of about a thousand men, which can be considered a return to its pre-war state.

Of course, this is still far from enough for either recovering the northern border or defending the Great Wall.

Viserys planned to continue expanding the Night's Watch, forming an expeditionary force to venture beyond the Wall into the open world, establish their own bases and castles, and gradually and permanently bring the lands beyond the Wall into the royal domain.

And one day he will ride a dragon to the ends of the earth to uncover its secrets.

Of course, that's the plan for later. Right now, the White Walkers are still entrenched in the North, the Neck Causeway has not yet been repaired, Winterfell is in ruins, and there is a large hole in the Wall. Everything in the north of the kingdom is still in a state of disrepair.

The public trial had been going on for ten days. The victors were remembered and the losers were punished. A large number of defeated nobles were dealt with, some dead and some wounded. Oberyn emptied the prisons of King's Landing with the fastest efficiency.

For example, the allied nobles captured in the Battle of Riverrun had their fiefdoms stripped, as had the Valerian family, who had rebelled during the Battle of Dragonstone, and so on...

Morford Valerian, the last Earl of Tidehead, was not redeemed and was beheaded in court. His children and wives had already been scuttled and sunk by catapults when Tidehead fell. The Valerian family, a distant relative of the Targaryen family, was completely wiped out.

Then there was Grand Secretary Paisell, who became an increasingly important figure in influencing the course of history as time went on.

"Grand Scholar Paisell..."

The elderly scholar had been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time, but when he was brought to the courtroom, he still soiled his pants, with excrement and urine flowing down his trousers and covering the ground.

The nobles from the seven kingdoms and the common people of Junlin who were watching the ceremony immediately booed when they saw the Grand Scholar's disgraceful behavior.

"Oh...Prince Oberon, I'm actually innocent. I didn't betray His Majesty. I...I didn't betray him..."

Grand Secretary Paisell, his hair and beard white, no longer cared about saving face. Having been imprisoned for so long, he was suddenly brought out for interrogation. Knowing his death was imminent, he trembled with fear and begged for mercy.

He was wearing a scholar's necklace on his chest, a symbol of a Grand Scholar, made of twenty-four different metal pieces. It made a sound as his body trembled, but it was roughly torn off by the Unsullied soldiers, scattering the metal pieces all over the ground.

“As a Grand Scholar of the Kingdom who has betrayed his own king, you are no longer worthy of the scholar’s ​​chain.”

The newly appointed Grand Secretary, Dr. Marwin, sitting under the pergola, looked at Paisir's disgraceful behavior with disgust.

He himself looked down on his fellow "gray sheep" colleagues, because too many bachelors had strayed from their original intentions in becoming bachelors.

Instead of following their original intention to make the world a better place, they added many political elements. However, the first priority of becoming a maester is to serve the whole of Westeros, even to the point of abandoning their own family and surname, and not to allow any political interests to be involved.

In this respect, Dr. Marvin most admired Maester Aemon, a pure scholar whose virtue was unmatched, who was willing to give up the throne in order to uphold his oath.

"Dr. Marwin, you..."

Seeing his former acquaintance undermine him, Maester Paisell became somewhat furious. He had hoped that Dr. Marwin would help him out of consideration for their shared origins in the Citadel, but he never expected the other party to kick him while he was down.

"Grand Scholar Paisell".

Whether you have been wronged or not is not up to you to decide.

At this moment, the Minister of Justice, Oberon, interrupted Paisell. He crossed his legs and looked at the disgraceful behavior of the former Grand Secretary, a cold glint in his eyes.

The death of his sister Elia Martell was partly due to Maester Paisell, though not the main reason. However, he had long had his eye on her and considered her one of the people he wanted to kill.

Oberyn then clapped his hands and requested that witnesses be called.

The first person to take the stage was Varys, the Minister of Intelligence, who had served the "Mad King" Aerys II. Aerys was even present when Pycelle persuaded the Mad King to open the city gates.

Therefore, he vividly described the scene in which the Grand Secretary Paisell deceived the mad king.

"The words of the eight-legged spider are unreliable, sirs..."

Meanwhile, Grand Secretary Paisell was still trembling as he argued his case.

However, the girls who had been toyed with by Paisell also stepped forward one after another.

They testified as witnesses that the former Grand Secretary's aged appearance was all an act; he claimed that he had taken some kind of drug and was still vigorous in bed.

He even inadvertently revealed his desire to curry favor with the Lannister family.

Grand Maester Paisell had long betrayed the royal family, consistently transmitting court intelligence to the Lannisters, both during the reigns of the Targaryen kings and Robert Baratheon.

Chapter 589 Exile to the Frontier

One by one, witnesses stepped forward, publicly exposing the seemingly kind and approachable, but in reality hypocritical, Grand Secretary.

The nobles from the seven kingdoms and the people of King's Landing who were watching the ceremony also showed expressions of disgust, and even couldn't help but spit on Grand Maester Paisell and throw rotten eggs and fruit at him.

"Pooh--"

"Scumbag!"

They never imagined that this scholar had done so many things, many of which were quite eye-opening. He was old enough to be the girl's grandfather, yet he had reached out his dirty hands to them.

"Execute him!"

"Execute him!"

The first voice rang out, which then resonated with the crowd. More people shouted their appeals, requesting the impartial Minister of Justice to sentence this scoundrel scholar to death, not to give him a chance to live, not even to prolong his life.

During this period, Oberyn tried many cases fairly and openly. Relying on his quick wit and intelligence, he achieved high efficiency and accuracy in handling cases, thus gaining more and more popularity among the people and even reversing the infamy he had left behind after his massacres in the Westerlands.

After all, humans are forgetful. A few months ago, it was those damned Dornish barbarians, but now the nobles have been executed and their property distributed to compensate the people of King's Landing who were once plundered. Thus, Oberyn has become a benevolent ruler.