Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Oberyn's attendants then rushed forward to help the old general down from his horse.

"I'm not so old that I can't ride a horse!"

However, Oberyn was not very appreciative. Instead, he glared at the servant and said in a dissatisfied voice.

Although he is indeed quite old, now 65 years old, he still refuses to accept his age and dislikes the way people look at him.

Oberon didn't feel old; he felt he still had energy and his mind was still sharp.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to get involved in the struggle for the throne at his advanced age and after becoming famous throughout the land.

After all, this was actually a thankless task for Oberyn.

Even though he helped Heros ascend the throne, he himself had no desires left.

If he fails, no matter how long he can live, all the accumulation of his life will instantly collapse, his reputation will be ruined, and he may even become a sinner.

However, given all these conditions, Oberyn's willingness to get involved can only be attributed to his deep concern for Dorne and House Martell.

Although Oberyn was stubborn, he still had to be helped off his horse by his servants.

"Your Highness, dinner is ready..."

The servants then began to chatter on, but Oberyn's thoughts had already drifted off to the heavens.

He had just set a trap to lure the people out of the city, but they didn't fall for it, which made Oberyn feel a little emotional.

After all, his opponent now was his old friend who had followed His Majesty the Emperor from the beginning in Andalus.

They started from scratch, starting from nothing, but now they have built a vast empire and are famous throughout the world.

But back then, who would have thought that one day the two of them would actually face off on the battlefield?

However, Oberyn kept reminding himself to be careful of this old friend.

However, the great victory at the Battle of Ishibashi and the smooth sailing since the start of the war made him complacent.

To even attempt to lure out the enemy from the city using such a low-level tactic is an insult to an old friend.

Chapter 1041 Mission to Winterfell

However, just as Oberyn led his army to besiege Highgarden...

the other side.

Tyrion, who had already left Highgarden a step earlier, appeared at the port of Oldtown and boarded a merchant ship called the Myraham.

The captain of the ship is a woman, now in her forties or fifties. In her youth, she was unrestrained and had worked as Tyrion's prostitute, even bearing him a bastard child.

This child is almost twenty years old now, and his name is Damon Fohua.

He is very healthy and did not inherit his father's dwarfism. He has beautiful long blond hair, fair skin, and a handsome face, making him very popular with young girls.

Damon was unaware of his true identity and did not bear the Lannister family name.

This was actually Tyrion's intention.

After all, even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and a smart man like Tyrion would naturally not leave himself no way out.

He wasn't leaving himself a way out for this battle for succession; he had planned ahead of time, even before Damon was born.

To prevent any unforeseen events from happening to him and implicating his wife and son, Tyrion had long understood the impermanence of the world.

This way, even with a bastard son who didn't inherit his surname, at least the Lannister bloodline could be preserved.

"Uncle Tyrion!"

Upon seeing Tyrion, who was wearing a turban, board the merchant ship, the blond-haired boy Damon excitedly exclaimed.

But Tyrion put his finger to his lips and whispered a 'shh,' telling him not to make a sound.

Tyrion carries a handwritten letter from Aemon to his sister, Princess Diana, on his journey to Winterfell and the Wall, bearing a heavy responsibility.

"It is time to ask Her Highness the Princess for help."

These were the words of Bessie, who was the commander of the Second Prince's army not long ago.

As the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Bessie had an extremely meticulous grasp of details. Seeking help from Her Highness the Princess was a basic strategy that had already been set up back in Pentos.

The most crucial turning point in the entire war was when they sought help from Prince Imon's sister.

The overall situation is still under Bessie's control, and considering Tyrion's travel time to and from the North, it is indeed time for him to set off.

Therefore, Tyrion left before Oberyn's army besieged Highgarden.

Disguised and under the protection of his guards, he secretly arrived in the old town, where he had already arranged for a boat to pick him up. It was a boat carrying one of his former lovers.

Tyrion carried a heavy burden of pressure and mission on his shoulders. Before his departure, Aemon and Bessie entrusted Tyrion with the task of successfully persuading his allies to reach Winterfell and the Wall.

The North's involvement was crucial to the entire war; it was the final piece of Bessie's overall operational plan and could not be lost.

"Shh... keep your voice down, Damon."

"Don't tell anyone else."

Tyrion looked at the innocent smile on his beloved son's face and couldn't help but relax, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Ah."

He then nodded to the attendant who was secretly protecting him behind him.

The servant immediately understood and quickly took out a long, narrow object wrapped in a black cloth from his luggage and handed it over with both hands.

Tyrion took the item wrapped in the black cloth, then peeled off the cloth and handed it to Damon Fohlberg.

"This is a gift for you, child."

Damon Fohlberg's eyes widened when he saw the gift his favorite Uncle Tyrion handed him.

This is a retro-styled, ornate longsword. The scabbard is covered with intricate patterns, and the brass hilt is inlaid with a sapphire. It is also quite heavy in the hand.

This is not a decorative sword, but a real weapon that can kill.

"Thank you, Uncle Tyrion!"

Damon Fohlberg was surprised to see the gift Tyrion had given him, and then overjoyed, he quickly expressed his gratitude.

"A sensible child."

Tyrion's eyes lit up when he saw that his son liked the gift he had given him, and he raised his hand to pat Damon's arm.

"This sword has an extraordinary origin; it was once the sword of a knight who was famous throughout the seven kingdoms."

"As for the knight's name..."

Tyrion hesitated for a moment, then stopped himself from speaking, deciding to gloss over the matter for now and confess later when the opportunity arose.

Then he added a word of advice.

I'll tell you when I have the chance.

"Remember to keep it safe."

He actually brought this sword from his hometown of Casterly Rock. Not long ago, he had arranged a marriage between Prince Aemon and the Toyn family of Casterly Rock. While staying in Casterly Rock, Tyrion wandered around the city again and found this longsword.

Tyrion asked Jon Thorn for the sword back, and Jon Thorn was not stingy.

Although the sword was magnificent, it was made of ordinary iron, not the precious Valyrian steel. Moreover, the sword held special significance for Tyrion, so he gave it away as a favor.

This sword was once the sword of Tyrion's brother, Jaime Lannister.

When he left Casterly Rock to serve as a member of the Kingsguard in King's Landing, he left it in his hometown, but little did he know that Jaime would never return to Casterly Rock again.

Now that Tyrion has once again received his brother's sword, it can be seen as a way of remembering his brother.

Therefore, upon hearing from Damon's mother in a letter that Damon had recently taken to swordsmanship and aspired to travel the world, Tyrion thought of giving the sword to his son as a gift.

However, while Tyrion was talking to his son, the Myraham, which was docked at Oldtown harbor, was also preparing to set sail.

What they didn't notice was that on the second floor of the ship's cabin, a man wearing a black hood was sitting by the window, holding two swords and quietly watching them.

Then Tyrion seemed to sense something, and when he looked up, he found that the windowsill of that room was empty, with only the window still swaying slightly, as if someone had just sat there.

Tyrion frowned slightly upon seeing this. Although he hadn't found anything, he suddenly had a strange, bad feeling.

"I hope everything goes well."

Tyrion prayed in his heart.

woo-

However, at that moment, a deep and melodious horn sounded.

Then the Milhain finally weighed anchor and set sail, leaving the port of Oldtown, cutting through the rolling waves of Whispering Bay, and heading towards the distant north.

Chapter 1042 Unexpected Attack

"With the Prince's Pass blocked, the Dornish cannot launch a direct attack by land."

"This is the only good news out of all the news."

The Myraham set sail from Oldtown, braving the waves towards the north. They would first head to Lannisport, then towards Kingsport on Pike Isle, before finally reaching the North.

But life at sea is long and monotonous.

With nothing else to do, Tyrion took out the map and began studying the current war situation once again.

He has now set sail, and Oberyn's army has presumably arrived in Highgarden and is now surrounding the formidable castle.

Compared to the flat, open river bend, Highgarden possesses some defensive capabilities.

Highgarden itself sits atop a hill overlooking the Mandeb River below, with roads leading in all directions, including the Seaside Boulevard and Rose Boulevard.

Therefore, compared to the overwhelming victory at the Battle of Bitterbridge, Highgarden will not be so easy to take, after all, Bessie is a renowned general in the Empire known for his defensive prowess.

This should be considered a tough nut for the Regent Prince's army to crack next.

The war will continue for a long time. Although the Second Prince's side is no match for Heros, it will not be defeated too quickly. Tyrion actually has plenty of time to go to the North to seek help.

As Tyrion now says, the Prince's Pass being blocked by a mysterious black fog is an unexpected bonus.

This directly resulted in the First Prince Dorne, who had widespread support, being unable to exert his strength in this war.

However, Heros believed that even without Dorn's support, defeating his foolish brother would not be difficult.