"So, tell me, what's worth interrupting my teaching?"
Daemon stood in the center of the room, about ten paces from Oberyn.
His eyes quickly scanned the entire room. The windows were all closed, the heavy velvet curtains were tightly drawn, and only the side door led to the small room where the maids exited.
And on the edge of the sleeping couch, the famous Dornish spear was leaning casually against the wall.
The spear body is made of smooth polished ash wood, and the spear head is made of fine steel. It is shaped like a poisonous snake Fang, which glows with a blue luster under the candlelight. There is also a Dornish Scimitar next to it.
Weapons are within easy reach.
But Oberyn now only has the bottle at hand.
Damon took two steps forward.
"It's a more urgent matter, Your Highness." He lowered his voice, and his eyes showed just the right amount of worry. "About...Eron Wood."
As soon as these words came out, the laziness on Oberyn's face instantly faded away.
He slowly sat up straight, and the thin silk blanket slid down to his waist, revealing his strong abdominal muscles and mermaid lines.
Ellaria also put away his careless expression and sat up, not even noticing that the gauze shirt had slipped halfway from his shoulders.
"Eron Wood?"
Oberyn repeated, with a hint of coldness in his voice. "What does that guy Anders want to do again, or is he just making some small moves on the stone road?"
Damon did not answer directly, but took another step forward calmly.
"No, Your Highness, it is not a stone road."
He licked his lips. This subtle movement made him look a little nervous. "It's about... about Edgar Earl back then."
After the words fell, the room was quiet for a moment.
Oberyn's eyes narrowed slightly. In the duel that led to Edgar Eron Wood Earl's death from ulcerated wounds, he had no conscience on earth and did not apply poison on the sword blade.
It was pure bad luck that old Edgar died. After all, the guy was already over sixty years old at the time, and the chance of infection because the wound was not properly treated was very high.
But in the face of the accusations from the Dorne lords, Oberyn did not choose to explain. After all, with his "good reputation" in Dorne, no one would believe him even if he lied. Moreover, Oberyn did not bother to explain, he had his own pride.
However, this also caused Oberyn to suffer from infamy for so many years.
"Continue." Oberyn's voice was calm.
Hearing this, Damon took a deep breath. "I received news from our informants in Eron Wood City that someone said that Anders Earl has frequently convened secret meetings of family knights and cronies recently."
"They... seem to be talking about revenge."
"Revenge?" As soon as these words came out, Oberyn sneered disdainfully and leaned back on the cushions again, but this time, there was no laziness in his posture, only a tension that was ready to go. "For Edgar?"
"How many years have passed? If Anders really wanted revenge, he should have taken action long ago. Why wait until now?"
"Because the time has come, Your Highness." Daemon took another step forward. "They may think that you are in King's Landing now instead of Dorne."
"Here, you have less than twenty guards around you, and the Eron Wood family...
He paused and lowered his voice. "They seem to have contacted some allies in King's Landing."
Ally?
Oberyn frowned slightly, and slowly rubbed his fingers on the edge of the wine glass. His dark eyes stared at Damon, as if he was examining and thinking.
The candlelight cast dancing shadows on his face, making that handsome face look a little uncertain.
Who could it be, Tywin?
It's possible.
His reaction was not big, but Ellaria beside him was a little uneasy. The gauze clothes completely slipped off, but she did not pull it. She just reminded worriedly, "Oberyn, maybe we should...
"What should it be?" Oberyn interrupted her with a sneer on his lips, "Should you be afraid?"
"Dear, I am Oberyn Martell, the red viper of Dorne. In my dictionary, I have never been afraid of these two words."
As he spoke, he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, then placed the glass heavily on the coffee table.
"Daemon." He looked at the young knight he had personally sealed. "Your news is very timely, I am very grateful."
"But what do you want me to do when you tell me this now? Run away back to Sunspear immediately?"
"Or go to the Hand's Tower and cry to Tywin Lannister, saying that I'm afraid of the revenge of the Eron Wood family?"
There was obvious sarcasm in his tone, but Damon did not flinch.
"No, Your Highness." Damon shook his head with a sincere expression on his face. "I just want to remind you to be careful."
"Especially these days, before the trial by combat starts... I'm worried that they will take advantage of it."
"Trial by Combat----" Oberyn murmured, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
At this moment...
Damon moved.
At the moment when Oberyn was distracted and thinking about "Trial by Combat", Daemon's body suddenly collapsed like a fully charged bowstring, and his whole body lunged forward!
But it wasn't Oberyn he pounced on.
But the Dornish spear on the edge of the bed!
This action was so sudden and unexpected that Oberyn had no time to react, but his pupils suddenly shrank, his body instinctively leaned back, and he reached out to grab the wine glass on the table.
But Daemon was faster, and his hand had already grasped the shaft of the spear.
"Daemon!" Oberyn shouted, his voice full of shock and anger. "You..."
The words are not finished yet.
The door to the room was banged open.
The thick oak door panel collapsed inward, the hinges made a harsh snapping sound, and a figure covered in armor and wearing a giant barrel-shaped helmet rushed into the room like an out-of-control war horse!
It's Andrey·Dart.
He was holding a Longsword in his hand, and the sword was still stained with fresh blood. Although the armor was heavy, his movements were incredibly fast. The momentum of the charge was accompanied by the sound of wind, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Oberyn on the couch!
Trap.
This is a well-designed trap!
Oberyn understood everything in that moment.
"Ha!"
But he, Oberyn Martell, is not an ordinary person. He is the Red Viper of Dorne, Warrior who has dominated the seven kingdoms for more than twenty years without a single defeat. Even after being drunk and indulgent, he can still burst out with terrifying fighting instincts, and it is even stronger!
The moment before Andrey's Longsword was about to stab him, Oberyn's body twisted at an almost impossible angle.
His upper body, which had been leaning back, suddenly rolled to the left. At the same time, he grabbed the wine bottle on the table with his right hand and smashed it against Andrey's faceplate!
Bang!
The wine bottle exploded on the iron helmet, scarlet wine and glass fragments flying everywhere.
This blow did not cause any real damage, but it successfully interfered with Andrey's sight and rhythm.
Oberyn took the opportunity to roll off the other side of the couch, rolling his naked body twice on the carpet. When he stood up, he already held the Dorne Scimitar in his hand.
The knife is unsheathed.
A cold light suddenly appeared.
"Daemon Sand!" Oberyn's voice was cold and biting, without any hint of laziness or drunkenness. "You ungrateful dog!"
Daemon had retreated to the other side of the room, holding the spear in his hand.
He did not answer, but pointed the tip of his spear at Oberyn, his eyes complex, with a hint of guilt, but more of a determination.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness." He finally spoke, his voice dry. "But I have a reason to do this."
"Reason?" Oberyn sneered, "Eron How many Gold Dragon did Wood give you? Or did he promise you Sandstone territory?"
Hearing this, Damon pursed his lips into a straight line and did not answer.
Andrey had already adjusted his stance and launched another attack. This time, his swordsmanship was even more fierce, with each sword going straight to the vital point. The wind of the sword roared, and the candlelight was swayed violently, casting twisted and beating shadows on the wall.
Oberyn blocked with his sword.
Bang!
The swords collided and sparks flew.
Oberyn groaned and took three steps back, his mouth numb.
He was secretly shocked, this guy was incredibly powerful, not like an ordinary knight at all, and his swordsmanship was ruthless and precise. Every move was a practical skill learned in life-and-death battles on the battlefield, nothing fancy at all.
What's more troublesome is that he is almost naked and has no armor.
As for Andrey, the whole body is covered with armor, and only the gaps between the joints and the face armor are the weak points.
"Ellaria, you go first!" Oberyn shouted while blocking.
Ellaria had recovered from the shock. She had no time to pull up the gauze to wrap her body, nor did she leave immediately. Instead, she grabbed the candlestick on the low table. It was a heavy brass product that could be used as a weapon.
But Andrey's sword has struck again.
This time it was a sweep, targeting Oberyn's waist and abdomen.
Oberyn jumped back, and the blade scratched his abdomen, leaving a shallow blood mark. The sting made him take a breath, "Oberyn!" Ellaria wanted to rush over to help.
"Go!" Oberyn yelled, "Go find someone! Get the guards!"
Ellaria gritted his teeth and finally turned around and rushed towards the side door, but just when Ellaria was about to step out of the side door.
Damon moved.
He didn't attack Oberyn, but threw the spear in his hand!
The target is not Oberyn, but the direction of the side door!
The spear flew past Ellaria's shoulder like a streak of gray lightning, and with a "snatch" sound it was driven deeply into the door frame, blocking her way.
Ellaria screamed and was forced to stop.
"No one can leave." Damon said coldly, pulling out a slender stabbing sword from his waist. "What happened here tonight must not be spread, and no one can let others know Eron Wood Earl's revenge plan!"
As soon as these words came out, Oberyn's heart suddenly sank.
He now fully understands that Damon must have been ordered by the Eron Wood family to come here today, and not even a single person will be left alive.
Moreover, the other party happened to choose the time when he was in the brothel. There were only two guards guarding the door, and he instigated the betrayal of his most trusted subordinate. It was... a perfect silence plan.
"What a thoughtful thought."
Oberyn licked his lips, his eyes burning with crazy fire. "But have you forgotten one thing?"
As he spoke, he slowly opened his posture, Scimitar pointed diagonally at the ground, and his naked body looked like a Warrior statue in the candlelight.
"I, Oberyn Martell, have never...
... Been killed by someone!"
The moment he finished speaking, he actually chose to take the initiative to attack!
Not towards Andrey, but towards Damon!
Andrey is covered in armor and has expert swordsmanship. He is obviously an elite knight.
Although Damon is extremely talented in swordsmanship, he is young and inexperienced after all. The most important thing is that he knows Damon's swordsmanship very well!
Oberyn moved very quickly, Scimitar stabbed Daemon in the throat. Daemon raised his sword to block, but Oberyn's sword changed halfway and slashed his wrist holding the sword.
Daemon was forced to retreat, and his rapier waved a beam of silver light, trying to force Oberyn back.
But Oberyn advances instead of retreating.
He ignored the threat of the stabbing sword, cut his body almost into Damon's arms close to the sword's edge, and slammed his left elbow into Damon's chest!
Bang!
Damon grunted, staggered back, and the sword flew out of his hand.
Oberyn was about to finish his attack... There was a sound of breaking wind behind his head.
Andrey's sword has arrived.
Oberyn had to give up the pursuit and rolled over.
Longsword rubbed across his back, chopped off a few strands of black hair, rolled twice on the ground, and when he stood up, he grabbed the rapier that Damon had just let go of.
Now he has weapons in both hands, Scimitar in his right hand and a stabbing sword in his left hand.
"Come on." Oberyn grinned, his teeth so white in the candlelight. "Let me see how good the dog Eron Wood is at biting."
However, Andrey didn't talk nonsense and just chose to attack again in silence.
This time, because the opponent was wearing heavy armor, Oberyn chose not to fight hard. He used the furniture in the room as cover and retreated while fighting.
The coffee table was overturned, wine bottles were broken, soft chairs were split, and stuffed feathers were flying in the sky.
The battle raged from the side of the couch to the center of the room and then to the window.
Oberyn's breathing began to quicken.
After all, he was a middle-aged man in his forties. Even though he boasted a lot about himself, his two consecutive days of indulgence and alcoholism still affected his physical strength.
Moreover, he had no armor, and the wounds on his waist and abdomen were still oozing blood, and every movement caused stinging pain.
What's even worse is that Damon has picked up the spear that was nailed to the door frame again, and he and Andrey started to attack from a pincer attack.
The spear is used to contain the enemy in the mid-range, while the two-handed Longsword is used to attack at close range.
Oberyn gradually fell into disadvantage.
"That's awesome, Damon." Oberenger hit Andrey with a heavy blow and gasped, "I remember that I taught you all your sword skills step by step."
He deflected another thrust from Damon: "It seems you learned well."
Damon's face was a little pale, but his hand holding the spear was very steady. "Everything I have learned is for today, Your Highness."
"To kill me?" Oberyn sneered, "Why? Give me a reason, at least let me die clearly."
This time, Dimon was silent for longer.
Then he raised his head and spoke slowly, "Eron Wood Earl promised to marry his daughter to me."
Hearing this, Oberyn seemed to be shocked by this reason, and his movements were sluggish for a moment.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Andrey swung his spear to break through Oberyn's defense and struck him hard on the left shoulder!
Poof!
The flesh and blood were torn apart, Oberyn screamed, and the stabbing sword in his left hand flew out.
The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood gushed out like spring water, instantly dyeing half of his body red.
The severe pain almost made him faint.
But he gritted his teeth and forced Andrey back with a backhand knife. He staggered back and hit the wall next to the window.
"What the hell..." Oberyn gasped, his face quickly turning pale due to blood loss. "You actually betrayed me for a woman. She is not the eldest daughter. Even if you marry her, you can't inherit the Eron Wood family!"
Hearing this, Damon's eyes became more complicated, but he did not stop, thrust out the spear again, and roared loudly, "The one I want to marry... is his eldest daughter!"
As soon as these words came out, Oberyn was obviously stunned for a moment, but he finally reacted and used Scimitar to open the tip of the spear, but the strength was no longer as good as before.
The tip of the spear scraped across his ribs, adding another wound.
However, Oberyn still did not forget to yell at Damon: "Have you lost your fucking mind, Anders's eldest daughter Yiance Eron Wood????"
"That's... your father's wife!"