The first thousand and fifty-four chapters perish together
"kill!"
The chaotic battlefield was full of shouts of death, but Oberyn, wearing dark gold armor, holding a spear, and his gray beard stained with blood, was still strong and strong, picking off several enemy knights one after another.
However, then a frightened and frantic war horse rushed towards him. The horse under Oberyn's crotch could not avoid it and was directly overturned to the ground.
Oberyn fell off his horse and fell to the ground, but just in time several cold arrows flew towards him.
Originally, this cold arrow was going to take his life, but by chance, he managed to avoid it. However, the horse under Oberyn's crotch was not so lucky.
Oberyn's horse was hit by several arrows and acted as a shield for his master. The arrows pierced into the flesh and made a painful neighing sound. Then they collapsed and crushed the old man wearing heavy armor.
Under the body.
Oberyn was lucky enough to escape the hidden arrow, but unexpectedly he was pinned down by his own horse.
He was smashed to pieces, his brain was a little dazed, and his nose and mouth were filled with the smell of blood. It turned out that his nose was smashed, and his teeth were also loose.
"Ahem"
Oberyn was pinned under the horse and coughed heavily. The blood flowing from his nose poured back into his trachea, making him choke and unable to breathe.
But this was not the most unfortunate thing, because the body of the war horse plus the armor weighed hundreds of kilograms, and Oberyn did not have the strength to push the body of the war horse away.
Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as several knights in shining armor discovered his traces, and then they were overjoyed and rode towards him on their horses to kill him.
Tap tap tap
"kill him!"
Bessie's personal guards all wore silver armor.
Oberyn's personal guards all wear golden armor that is more in line with the Dornish style and wear white turbans, so the two sides are very distinct on the battlefield.
In fact, this is also the difference between Heros and Aemon. Heroes outlines the flag with gold thread, while Aemon outlines the flag with silver thread.
Both of them were under the banner of the orthodoxy of the Targaryen family, so the elements of silver and gold could be reflected in some details of the two armies, and it was even called a gold and silver war.
Several knights in shining armor urged their horses and rushed toward Oberyn with long swords in their hands.
Naturally, the personal guards under Oberyn would not let the enemy harm their master.
"Protect your lord!"
Several warriors wearing golden armor wore helmets with white cloth turbans, holding spears, and urged their horses forward to fight without fear.
"kill!"
Immediately, several knights from both sides fought together, but Oberyn was still lying on the ground, pressed by the body of his own horse.
However, at this moment, a soldier dressed in Dornish style discovered that Oberyn was pinned under the horse and was trying hard to push the horse's body away.
His eyes suddenly showed an overjoyed look, and then he ran towards Oberyn.
"grown ups!"
He seemed to want to lend a helping hand and help Oberyn out of trouble.
But when he arrived in front of Oberyn, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He wanted to pull out his machete and chop off Oberyn's head, but he didn't expect the other party to react faster and grabbed his hands directly.
"Want to kill me?"
"Only you?"
The old general stared at the 'Dornish soldier' in front of him with wide eyes, and held the other man's hands tightly, almost crushing his hands.
Then he watched the other person's eyes gradually widen, with uncontrollable fear in his eyes.
"Spare your life!"
Faced with Oberyn's questioning, he panicked and wanted to beg for mercy.
But it is a pity that even if the Red Viper is old, it will definitely not be killed by such a person.
puff
Then Oberyn grabbed the opponent's hands. Without hesitation, he used the scimitar in the opponent's hand to cut his own throat. Blood spurted out on his face, and then Oberyn pushed the man's body aside.
Oberyn panted slightly, resisting the dizziness in his brain, and unexpectedly killed the spy who was placed in the army, and then spent a lot of effort to finally break free from the body of the war horse. .
He staggered and stood there panting, the spear in his hand had already fallen to someone unknown, and then he bent down to pick up the scimitar from the hand of the unlucky guy just now.
However, at this moment, a civilian husband came out of nowhere. Oberyn hadn't seen him just now, or he had seen him but didn't take him seriously.
He suddenly rushed over and threw Oberyn to the ground, who was about to bend down to pick up the knife, and stabbed the opponent's lower back with the dagger in an unexpected way.
puff
Oberyn had just stood up and hadn't even taken a few breaths before he was caught off guard and knocked to the ground again.
But before he could react, intense pain was transmitted crazily.
The dagger pierced the gap in his armor and penetrated directly into his flesh and blood. Blood gushes out all of a sudden, even making him cry out uncontrollably.
"ah"
However, Oberyn was not a kind person after all. He endured the pain and struggled to free himself. He used his backhand to give the person behind him an elbow in the face.
bang
Oberyn's elbow hit the opponent's cheek hard, causing the opponent's cheek to instantly twist and deform.
The other party's nose also suffered a heavy blow, a strong soreness instantly surged up, and tears almost stopped flowing.
Bronn suddenly jumped out, threw Oberyn to the ground, stabbed him hard in the waist, and was caught off guard and hit his elbow.
Then his vision went dark and he was forced to let go of his hands and fell to the side, while Oberyn also took the opportunity to break free.
"you wanna die!"
He rolled out of Bronn's control, resisting the severe pain in his lower back, then pressed the opponent tightly under his body with his backhand, and strangled the opponent's neck with both hands.
At the same time, he finally saw clearly who the person who suddenly jumped out to attack him was.
He didn't expect that it was a farmer who was similar to him in age and had gray hair.
"You dare to kill me too?"
Oberyn's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and he was already a little hysterical.
The gray hair was also stained with a lot of mud and blood and had stuck together. He pinched Bronn's throat tightly with both hands, making Bronn roll his eyes.
puff
However, although Bronn was suffocated by Oberyn's neck, he still did not give up his struggle.
"Go to hell!"
He grabbed the dagger stuck in Oberyn's back, pulled it out, and stabbed it in again.
puff
Puff puff
One knife, one knife, one knife
"Go to hell!"
"Go to hell!"
Bronn's face was swollen red and he couldn't breathe. He could only stab Oberyn crazily with a dagger.
However, Oberyn's eyes were still red, and he clutched Bronn's neck tightly and would not let go.
I don’t know how much time passed after that.
The gray-haired Bronn stabbed Oberyn with the last knife, but he never had the strength to pull it out.
He was strangled to death by Oberyn.
The old general lying on him on the other side did not know when he took his last breath.