Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

At this moment, Aemon possessed a strong sense of self-confidence, and even mustered the courage to speak to his brother in such a confident tone for the first time.

After all, from almost being defeated to suddenly being about to turn the tide, Imon himself was feeling a little uncontrollably elated, but he kept reminding himself to calm down.

However, such a confident speech still revealed a little bit of arrogance in the heart of the silver-haired youth.

"Humph"

However, Heros, upon hearing his brother's confident tone, merely chuckled and shook his head, without uttering any sarcastic remarks.

After all, King's Landing is still under his control. Although Aemon has achieved a miraculous victory, it is far from enough to conquer King's Landing.

As long as King's Landing remains intact, Heros will remain the most powerful, especially since he is already engaged to his sister Diana.

He married Diana and defeated Aemon, thus securing his throne. This would eliminate the problem of Queen Mother Ariane being imprisoned, allowing her to be released.

However, Heros wasn't laughing at these things, but rather at the fact that Imon still didn't know the answer to his father's mystery.

Anyone who aspires to ascend the Iron Throne and become the second emperor of the empire must, no matter what, draw that Dragon-Slaying Spear.

However, the condition for pulling out the dragon spear is that the three siblings must work together.

The father hoped that his three children, Diana, Holos, and Eamon, would learn the importance of unity through competition.

However, Heros himself guessed that even his father probably hadn't expected this ordeal to turn out this way.

Could it be that my father couldn't have imagined this?

Heros has a blind and fanatical worship of his father, and he aspires to be like his father. However, he feels somewhat lost whenever he thinks about this question.

If the father truly foresaw this, then who holds the key to breaking the deadlock? How can we ensure that his desired outcome is ultimately achieved? How can we mend the conflicts between the brothers and restore harmony?

Heros tried to learn from Viserys from all angles, working backward from the goal to the means, but he ran into a wall with Viserys.

On the other side of the battlefield, both sides have devoted all their efforts to this war.

Oberon's Imperial Legion displayed astonishing resistance at the last moment, greatly hindering Bessie's army.

However, even the strongest willpower has its limits, and both sides had reached their final moments.

"Get ready to follow me!"

The general, wearing a metal mask, gripped his longsword tightly, then took a deep breath and spoke.

"grown ups?!"

The soldiers beside him were horrified, because everyone knew that Bessie had almost been burned to death when he was young, so he gave up his duties as a Kingsguard and began to lead troops into battle as a commander.

But now Lord Bessie is going to take the field herself?

However, the same scenario was unfolding simultaneously on the other side of the battlefield.

The old general rode on horseback, the sun setting over the distant sea. His long, gray hair was simply tied up with a strip of cloth and hung down his back, the strands fluttering in the wind. Then he took a deep breath and suddenly spoke.

"Give me my gun!" (This is a phrase used by the author of the Chinese idiom "制大制枭".)

Chapter 1073 Clash

The stench of blood permeated the entire battlefield, and everywhere one looked there were severed limbs and piles of grotesque corpses.

As the sun sets, golden rays bathe the still, churning sea, creating a stark contrast between the tranquil ocean and the devastated battlefield.

At this point, both sides have lost more than half of their troops. They have no tactics or strategies left, only the courage to meet on a narrow road. It is now a final showdown between the two commanders. Whoever can hold out will have the last laugh.

Tread

The commander of Prince Aemon Targaryen's side rode on horseback, his warhorse pawing restlessly, seemingly anticipating the battle that was about to begin.

Bessie's personal guards were all clad in armor, while the auxiliary guards led their warhorses. They polished their longswords until they gleamed, and secured their armor and shields, making ample preparations for the battle to come.

On the other side, Oberyn took his spear from his personal guard.

The spear is the emblem of House Martell, so generations of Martell family members have been skilled in using spears and lances, and Oberyn was no exception.

In his youth, he was one of the foremost warriors among the Seven Kingdoms, skilled in using weapons such as spears and poisons. Although he wasn't as overpowered as the new Dawnbreaker Edric Dayne, he was still the fearsome "Red Viper" of his time.

However, since he had grown old, although Oberyn still had the habit of practicing his marksmanship and teaching his juniors, including Heros, he rarely took to the field himself anymore.

But at this moment, Oberyn gripped his spear tightly, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on his golden armor, making the 'Sunburst Mark' on his chest gleam.

He looked at the distant battlefield, and for a moment he seemed to return to his youth, full of vigor and high spirits, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse. But when he came to his senses, he realized that he was already an old man in his sixties.

"It's been many years since I've had a real fight."

"It looks like he's going to embarrass himself most likely."

cluck cluck

Oberyn then took a flask, tilted his head back, and poured the crisp, fiery liquor down his throat.

bang

Oberyn drank the wine from the jug and then threw the jug to the ground.

The wine jug rolled on the ground, spilling the remaining wine, which reflected a crystalline light. It seemed he no longer cared.

Meanwhile, Oberyn's steward, Kane, had already found his eyes red and tears streaming down his face, for he knew that the old prince of Dorne had already resolved to die, and that this journey would be a perilous one.

"let's go!"

Oberyn wiped the wine from his mouth and beard, gripped his spear tightly, and then spurred his horse on, which instantly understood its master's intention.

ta ta ta

Oberyn took the lead, his horse's hooves thundering as he charged forward first.

"Charge! Charge!"

Most of the guards accompanying Oberyn were from his homeland of Dorne. These guards were Martell's loyal henchmen and were extremely devoted to Oberyn.

They saw Oberyn charge off first, and without hesitation, they drew their swords and spurred their horses to follow closely behind.

Rumble

In an instant, the thunderous hooves of horses thundered across the ground, and the dust kicked up by hundreds of warhorses galloped like a long dragon, rushing from the distant hillside down to the battlefield below, their target the commander on the opposite side.

Meanwhile, in Aemon Targaryen's army, Bessie, as the commander of the allied forces, was already prepared.

The character 强牺 is pronounced xi. They donned their armor, blindfolded their warhorses to prevent them from being afraid during the charge, and splashed cool water on them to help them cool down and release heat through sweating in the upcoming battle.

From afar, they saw hundreds of warhorses galloping, forming a long dragon that rushed straight toward their side.

"Everyone!"

"Mount up!"

The commander of the allied forces showed no fear and decisively gave the order.

splash

All the guards of the Allied commanders roused themselves, then scrambled onto their horses and gripped the reins tightly.

"Rush!"

At Bessie's command, hundreds of guards drew their longswords.

Clang clang clang

In an instant, a cold glint flashed, exuding murderous intent, and then they all spurred their warhorses to meet the approaching enemies from afar, showing no fear whatsoever.

Because the guards Bessie brought with him were all elite soldiers who had followed him for many years and came from the First Legion of the Empire in Pentos.

"Charge! Charge!"

Rumble

The thunderous sound of hooves kicked up dust as hundreds of knights, clad in bright silver armor and dark cloaks, charged toward their enemies, swords raised high.

The two knightly orders charged at high speed from two different directions and collided violently almost instantly.

boom

Then came the deafening crash of weapons, the painful neighing of warhorses, and the sounds of swords clashing and piercing flesh.

Because Oberyn's knights did not blindfold their warhorses, the horses, though trained, were still flesh-and-blood animals. Faced with the foreseeable danger, they were filled with fear and slowed down to try to avoid a collision.

One of Oberyn's personal guards, he was an insignificant collateral member of the Dorntoran family. He was sent to Prince Oberyn's side for the sake of the family's interests and to learn something.

The young guards diligently practiced martial arts and learned from the old prince's methods of leading and commanding troops, hoping to one day distinguish themselves.

However, now, after the two knightly orders clashed violently, first came the huge impact and the painful neighing of warhorses. Damon Toran's mind went blank for a moment, and then the shouts of battle rang in his ears.

The young guard gripped his spear tightly, trying to calm himself amidst the chaos and bloodshed of the battlefield. But an overwhelming fear was creeping over him, and his hands and feet were going numb.

"Go to hell!"

An imperial knight clad in silver armor charged at him on horseback. He could only hear the rider's roar; he couldn't see the expression hidden behind the visor, but he imagined it must be incredibly ferocious.

Then, in the instant the two horses passed each other, he thrust out his spear and pierced through the opponent's chest.

puff

The enemy's corpses fell from their horses, and Damon Toran from Dorne was also violently thrown from his horse.

thump

He stumbled and fell, his brain reeling from the blow. He took a bite of the blood-soaked dirt, even though the carcass of a warhorse was right next to him and he was covered in its blood.

I don't want to die.

Damon Toland was completely consumed by fear.

Before he could even get up from the ground, a warhorse passed by him, and the silver-armored knight on it swung his sword, and his head rolled to the ground.

He only realized when he died that the martial arts skills he had mastered were completely useless on the battlefield.

Chapter 1074 Mutual Destruction

"kill!"

The chaotic battlefield was filled with shouts of battle, but Oberyn, clad in dark gold armor, wielding a long spear, his gray beard stained with blood, was still vigorous despite his old age, and he successively felled several enemy knights.

However, a frightened and maddened warhorse immediately charged at him, and Oberyn's horse was unable to dodge in time and was thrown to the ground.

Oberyn fell headfirst off his horse and crashed to the ground, just as several arrows flew in from the shadows.