Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The arrow was meant to kill him, but by sheer luck he managed to dodge it. However, Oberyn's warhorse was not so fortunate.

Oberyn's warhorse was struck by several arrows, acting as a shield for its master. The arrows pierced the flesh and made a painful neighing sound before collapsing with a crash, burying the old man, who was covered in heavy armor, beneath it.

Oberyn luckily dodged the hidden arrow, but unexpectedly, he was crushed under his own warhorse.

He was completely disoriented from the impact, his mind was foggy, and his nose and mouth were filled with the taste of blood. It turned out that his nose had been broken and some of his teeth were loose.

"cough cough"

Oberyn was pinned to the ground and coughed heavily a few times. The blood flowing from his nose flowed back into his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But this was not the worst of it, because the warhorse's carcass, along with the armor, weighed several hundred pounds, and Oberyn did not have the strength to push the horse's body off him.

Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as several silver-armored knights discovered his whereabouts, and then, overjoyed, rode their warhorses towards him.

ta ta ta

"Kill him!"

Bessie's personal guards were all dressed in silver armor.

Oberyn's personal guards, on the other hand, wore gold armor more in line with the Dornish style, and white turbans, making the two sides very distinct on the battlefield.

This is actually the difference between Heros and Imon: Heros outlined his banner with gold thread, while Imon outlined it with silver thread.

Both men claimed to be of Targaryen lineage, which is why elements of silver and gold were present in some details of their armies, leading to what was known as the War of the Gold and Silver.

Several silver-armored knights spurred their warhorses and charged toward Oberon, swords in hand.

Oberyn's personal guards, of course, would not allow the enemy to harm their lord.

"Protect the adults!"

Several warriors clad in golden armor and wearing helmets with white cloth turbans, wielding spears, fearlessly spurred their horses forward to meet the enemy.

"kill!"

The knights from both sides then clashed, while Oberyn remained lying on the ground, pinned down by the corpse of his warhorse.

However, at that moment, a soldier dressed in Dornish style discovered Oberyn trapped under his horse and was struggling to push the horse's carcass aside.

His eyes immediately lit up with joy, and he ran towards Oberon.

"grown ups!"

He looked like he wanted to lend a helping hand and help Oberyn, who was about to break free, escape his predicament.

But when he reached Oberyn, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He wanted to draw his scimitar to cut off Oberyn's head, but the other man reacted faster and grabbed his hands.

"You want to kill me?"

"You?"

The old general stared at the 'Dorn soldier' ​​in front of him, gripping his hands so tightly he almost broke them.

Then, watching as the other person's eyes widened, revealing an unconcealable fear within them.

"Spare me!"

Faced with Oberyn's questioning, he panicked and tried to beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, even though Oberyn Martell is old, he certainly won't be killed by someone like that.

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Oberyn then grabbed the man's hands. Without hesitation, he used the curved knife in the man's hand to slit his own throat, spraying blood all over his face. Then Oberyn pushed the man's body aside.

Oberyn, slightly out of breath, fought off the dizziness in his head and unexpectedly killed the spy planted in the army. Then, with some effort, he finally managed to break free from under the corpse of the warhorse.

He staggered and stood there, panting. The spear in his hand had long since fallen to who-knows-where. Then he bent down to pick up the scimitar from the ground that the unfortunate man had just been holding.

However, at that moment, a laborer appeared out of nowhere. Oberyn had not seen him before, or perhaps he had seen him but had not paid any attention to him.

He suddenly pounced and tackled Oberyn, who was bending down to pick up the knife, to the ground, and unexpectedly stabbed him in the lower back with the dagger in his hand.

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Oberyn had barely stood up and hadn't even caught his breath when he was suddenly tackled to the ground again.

But before he could react, intense, frantic pain surged through him.

The dagger pierced through the gaps in his armor and went straight into his flesh, causing blood to gush out and making him cry out in pain.

"what"

However, Oberyn was not a kind person after all. He endured the pain and broke free, then used all his strength to elbow the person behind him in the face.

bang

Oberyn's elbow slammed into the opponent's cheek, instantly twisting and deforming his face.

The other person's nose also received a heavy blow, and a strong soreness surged up instantly, almost causing tears to flow.

Bronn suddenly jumped out and tackled Oberyn to the ground, stabbing him hard in the waist, and then was unexpectedly elbowed.

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, forcing him to release his grip and fall to the side, while Oberon took the opportunity to break free.

"you wanna die!"

He rolled away from Polon's control, enduring the intense pain in his lower back, then pinned the other man down beneath him and gripped his neck with both hands.

At the same time, he finally saw who had suddenly jumped out to ambush him.

He hadn't expected that the man was a farmer of similar age, whose hair was also already white.

You dare to kill me?

Oberyn's eyes were bloodshot, and he was becoming somewhat hysterical.

His gray hair was covered in dirt and blood, all stuck together. His hands were tightly gripping Polon's throat, making Polon's eyes roll back.

puff

However, although Bronn was choking and was suffocating, he did not give up struggling.

"Go to hell!"

He grabbed the dagger stuck in Oberyn's lower back, pulled it out, and stabbed it in again.

puff

噗噗

One knife, one knife, one knife

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell!"

Bronn's face turned bright red, and he couldn't breathe. He could only frantically stab Oberon with his dagger.

However, Oberyn's eyes remained bloodshot, and he held onto Bronn's neck tightly, refusing to let go.

I don't know how much time passed after that.

With his hair now gray, Bronn stabbed Oberyn one last time, but he no longer had the strength to pull the knife out.

He was strangled to death by Oberyn.

Meanwhile, the old general who had been lying on top of him breathed his last.

Chapter 1075 The Sudden Arrival of the Fleet

Oberyn strangled Polon with his bare hands, and this famous general of the Empire also died at Polon's hands.

However, at this moment...

Bang!

The young man from the same village who had been with Poron, named Gaiji, approached Oberon from behind, holding a club in his hand, and then struck Oberon on the head with the club.

The prince of Dorne's magnificent golden helmet was smashed, leaving a dent, and the helmet fell to the ground. Oberyn's body also lay sprawled to one side.

bang

However, Gaiji's throat bobbed slightly, and he didn't dare to be careless. Then he hit Oberon's head, which was full of gray hair, hard again.

Only after realizing that the other person was already completely dead did they breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Because he had just witnessed Oberyn kill one of their companions while pinned under a horse carcass, and then fight the highly skilled Uncle Bronn, defeating him while wounded.

The opponent was a renowned general in the empire, and even though he was over sixty years old, he was still very brave, so Gaiji naturally dared not be careless.

However, upon seeing Oberon's body lying beside Uncle Polon's body, already completely dead, Gaggie breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed at the same time.

His heart was pounding, because he knew for sure that he had done something right.

Moreover, he made a great contribution.

This credit should have originally belonged to Uncle Polon, since he was the one who went up and fought the other side to the death. However, I never expected that I would get the credit.

"Great!"

The brown-haired young man swung the club hard.

He desperately wanted to scream, but reason told him that this was not the time to go crazy; this was still a battlefield.

Oberyn probably never imagined that after such a glorious life, he would end up being killed along with Bronn, a scoundrel he would never have given a second glance to.

Even his corpse was not allowed to rest; it was struck twice with a stick.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in King's Landing...

Ugh

A melodious horn sounded on the sea surface of Blackwater Bay.

Splash...

A fleet flying the banners of House Targaryen and the direwolves cut through the waves and entered the harbor of Blackwater Bay in the afterglow of the setting sun.

This fleet consisted of a three-masted flagship and numerous two-masted warships and sailing warships.

This fleet, large enough to accommodate thousands of elite Imperial Navy soldiers, stretched across the sea, effectively blockading the port of Blackwater Bay.