Yes, the eldest daughter of Anders·Eron Wood Earl mentioned by Oberyn is indeed the wife of Daemon's father, Roger Allion, and her name is Ianthe Eron Wood.
And Damon was just an illegitimate child with an unknown woman before Roger Allion married Ianthe Eron Wood.
But these are not important, what is important is...
Anders · Eron Has Wood been kicked in the head by a goat, and he actually agreed to marry Iens to Damon?
It's not that there is any ethical problem with this matter. After all, the Dornish people are famous for not caring about ethics, but you must know that Roger is the eldest son of the Elion family in the City of Divine Grace, and he and Ianthe have already given birth to two children!
Even if you Anders hate me, Oberyn, you won't risk offending the Elion family and beat me up, right?
This makes no fucking sense!
No more.
Although he couldn't figure it out, the pain on his body and the loss of blood taking away his body temperature still kept reminding Oberyn that if he continued like this, he might really die here.
Seeing Daemon and Andrey approaching him again with weapons, Oberyn swept his eyes across the room, then made a sudden decision, turned around suddenly and Scimitar struck hard at the window!
Although he couldn't figure it out, the pain on his body and the loss of blood taking away his body temperature still kept reminding Oberyn that if he continued like this, he might really die here.
Seeing Daemon and Andrey approaching him again with weapons, Oberyn glanced across the room, and then made a decisive move towards the window!
"Want to run?!"
Daemon shouted sharply and stabbed Oberyn in the back of the heart with his spear like a poisonous snake.
But Oberyn had already anticipated this blow. As he smashed the window, he sidestepped, and the tip of the spear scraped across his ribs, bringing out a stream of blood.
Ignoring the pain, he raised his foot and kicked the broken window frame.
Wow!
The entire window, including the frame and glass, shattered outwards.
"Stop him!" Damon yelled at Andrey, but he suddenly turned around and swept his spear across, stopping Ellaria and the three prostitutes who were about to slip out of the side door.
The spear shaft hit the door frame hard, only an inch away from Ellaria's face.
"Where do you want to go?" Damon's voice was as cold as ice. "Did I let you go?"
Ellaria turned pale, but straightened his back. "Damon, you are crazy! Do you know what you are doing?"
"I know it very well." Daemon's spear slowly moved down, and the tip of the spear pressed against Ellaria's throat. "It's very clear."
At this moment, Oberyn had kicked away all the remaining wooden frames and glass fragments, and leaned half of his body out of the window.
The height of the third floor is dizzying. Below is the cobbled ground in the back alley of "Hummingbird", and further away are piles of trash cans and debris.
He glanced back.
This glance stopped him in his tracks.
Ellaria had Daemon's spear pressed against her throat, and the three prostitutes shivered behind her.
Andrey also gradually approached with long strides.
And the corner of Damon's mouth evoked a cruel sneer.
"Jump, Prince." Damon's voice was particularly clear in the quiet room. "You can jump, but if you run away...
With a slight force on his wrist, the tip of the spear pierced the skin of Ellaria's neck, and a drop of blood seeped out and slid down the white neck.
"I will kill your mistress."
"Then your guards, your attendants, and everyone you know in King's Landing. You should know that I do what I say.
The room was deathly silent.
Only the sound of wind poured in through the broken window, making the curtains rustle.
Oberyn's hands gripped the window sill tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
He looked out the window and then looked at the desperate eyes of Ellaria in the room.
To be honest, Oberyn never considered himself a noble person.
He has slept with countless other people's wives, killed countless people who stood in his way, betrayed allies, played conspiracies, and was keen on using poison.
The Red Viper of Dorne was never a hero.
But...
Ellaria Shad, this woman followed him for twenty years, gave birth to four daughters for him, accompanied him through half the world, and never left him even when he was at his most absurd.
She is not one of those prostitutes that can be bought with money. In a sense, she is already his... partner.
"Oberyn..." Ellaria looked at him, his lips trembling, but his eyes were extremely firm. "Leave me alone, let's go!"
"Shut up!" Damon shouted, the tip of the spear going deeper.
"I said, jump!" Ellaria suddenly screamed, with an almost crazy determination in his voice. "Do you want us all to die here? Do you want this ungrateful dog to succeed?"
"Jump! And live! Avenge me!"
Before she finished speaking, she made an action that surprised everyone.
This Dornish woman used all her strength and slammed forward!
Poof!!!
The tip of the spear pierced the back of her neck, bringing out a pool of blood.
Ellaria's body froze, his eyes widened, looking at Oberyn, his lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Fuck!!!"
Oberyn's roar echoed throughout the room.
Seeing Ellaria's body fall softly, the spear fell out of Damon's hand and landed with her.
The blood spread quickly on the carpet, like a strange flower.
The three prostitutes let out piercing screams and ran away.
Andrey subconsciously wanted to chase them, but Damon shouted, "Leave them alone! Kill Oberyn first!"
But it's too late.
The moment Ellaria hit the tip of the spear, Oberyn had already made up his mind.
He took one last look at Ellaria who was lying on the ground, and then jumped out of the window.
"Damn it!" Damon rushed to the window.
Oberyn's figure was seen falling in the air. He did not fall straight down, but tried his best to twist his body in mid-air, aiming his feet at the carved railings on the edge of the balcony on the second floor.
Click!
His left foot accurately hit the railing, but the impact was too great and the railing broke. Oberon lost his balance and spun around and fell to the first floor.
He reluctantly adjusted his posture, landed on the ground with his right shoulder and back that could still move, and rolled several times on the cobblestone ground before he stopped.
Severe pain spread from all over the body.
The wound on his left shoulder completely collapsed, with blood gushing out, and his right ankle was experiencing excruciating pain. It was obvious that he might have sprained it when he stepped on the railing.
I don't know how many ribs were broken, and every breath felt like a knife scraping my lungs.
But... still alive.
Oberyn gritted his teeth, supported his body with Scimitar, and stood up unsteadily.
He raised his head and looked at the broken window on the third floor.
The figures of Damon and Andrey are at the window, looking down.
Eyes facing each other.
Across three floors, Oberyn mouthed silently: You are dead.
Then he turned around, dragged his injured right foot, and stumbled into the depths of the back alley.
In the room on the third floor, Damon's face was ashen. He really didn't expect that Ellaria would choose to commit suicide to save Oberyn.
"Chase!" Andrey turned around and rushed out.
"Wait!" Damon grabbed him.
"What are you waiting for? He's injured and can't run far!"
"This is King's Landing, not Dorne!" Daemon lowered his voice and said hastily, "Look below!"
Hearing this, Andrey looked out the window.
The sound of Oberyn falling from the building just now has attracted some attention. Several pedestrians stopped to watch. Someone stuck his head out from the balcony on the second floor. The footsteps of the golden robe patrol could even be heard in the distance.
"If we continue to pursue him, we will be exposed." Damon quickly analyzed. "A bloody Prince of Dorne is being chased on the street. The City Guard will not sit idly by and ignore it. Once caught, all plans will be over."
Andrey was silent. His hand holding the sword tightened and loosened, obviously struggling.
"But it doesn't matter." Damon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Even if he doesn't die, the Eron Wood family can't clear away the suspicion."
After that, he walked over to Ellaria's body, squatted down, and pulled a silver necklace from her neck.
This is a token of love given to her by Oberyn.
Damon held the necklace in his hand, and the cold touch calmed him down a little.
"Gaerin and the others are laying an ambush on the street." He stood up and said, "According to the backup plan, if Oberyn escapes Hummingbird", they will take over."
"If you can't deal with even one seriously injured guy, there's no use keeping those guys."
As soon as these words came out, Andrey finally nodded. "What should we do next?"
"Leave King's Landing." Daemon said decisively, "Immediately, immediately, we have completed what we should do. Whether he dies or not, Dorne will be in chaos for a while, and our mission is completed."
After that, he took one last look at the room.
The ground was littered with corpses, blood, broken bottles and furniture.
Unfortunately, the target may still be alive.
"Let's go."
The two of them no longer hesitated and quickly cleaned up any traces that might reveal their identities, then left through the side door and disappeared into the intricate internal passages of "Hummingbird".
On the street, Oberyn staggered, and his right ankle felt bone-chilling pain with every step he took. It was most likely a fracture.
The wound on his left shoulder was still bleeding, and warm liquid was dripping down his arm and dripping on the cobblestones. His ribs were broken, and his breathing became shallow and rapid. Every time he inhaled, it was like a needle piercing his lungs.
What's even worse is the weakness caused by blood loss.
His vision began to blur, his ears were ringing, and his limbs were cold. He knew that his body temperature was losing and his consciousness was fading.
But he can't stop.
Ellaria That last look lingered in his mind.
Revenge.
Yes, revenge must be taken.
Damon Sand, Anders·Eron Wood, and everyone involved in this matter, no one can be spared!
Oberyn gritted his teeth and forced himself to move on.
He turned from the back alley into a slightly wider street, which should be the edge of Silk Street. There were fewer shops and few pedestrians.
When several drunkards saw him, they were so frightened that they almost woke up and crawled away.
There was a half-naked man covered in blood, dragging an injured leg, and holding a bloody Scimitar in his hand. This sight was really scary.
But Oberyn didn't care.
He just continued to walk in the direction set in his heart.
The direction of the flea nest.
With vague memories, I turned into a narrower alley. At this moment, several figures appeared in the alley ahead.
Instead of gold robes, they were three men dressed as civilians, pushing a cart with sacks piled on it. They looked like delivery vendors.
Oberyn's heart tightened, and he instinctively tightened his grip on Scimitar.
Those three people obviously saw him too.
They stopped, seemed a little surprised, whispered to each other, and then continued to push the cart forward, facing Oberyn.
The distance is getting closer.
Twenty steps.
Fifteen steps.
Ten steps.
Oberyn's muscles tensed, and his years of combat experience made him smell danger.
He is not like an ordinary merchant at all, and his eyes are always looking at himself, just like a hunter looking at his injured prey.
Five steps.
The trolley arrived in front of me.
"Let... let it go." The man pushing the cart lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.
But Oberyn still heard it, the strong Dorne accent.
Damn it.
Oberyn turned sideways calmly, just as the cart passed him.
The sack suddenly opened!
It's not goods, it's people!
Two men with daggers burst out from under the sack, and the swords pierced Oberyn's chest and abdomen!
At the same time, the man pushing the cart pulled out a hand ax from the bottom of the cart and chopped it off!
Oberyn had expected it. He leaned back sharply, and the two daggers scraped across his chest, cutting the skin but not damaging the internal organs.
At the same time, he raised the Scimitar in his right hand upwards and accurately held the incoming hand axe.
Bang!
Sparks fly.
At the same time, the other three people also drew their weapons and attacked him.
five people.
If Oberyn was in his heyday, he would definitely kill them like chopping melons and vegetables.
But now he is seriously injured, has lost blood, has fractures, and is confused.
A short spear pierced his right thigh, and the severe pain made him almost faint.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Oberyn roared like a beast, not because of pain, but because of anger.
Extreme anger.
Do you want to kill me too?
OK.
Then let's die together!
In his rage, Dorne Scimitar flew in his hands, without any rules or techniques, only the purest and most primitive killing instinct.
After a scuffle.
There were only five bodies left in the alley.
Oberyn held on to the Scimitar that he pulled out from the corpse, breathing heavily.
The explosion just now used up the last of his strength, and his vision went black for a while, making him almost unsteady on his feet.
The newly added wounds were bleeding, the right thigh was pierced, the left arm was smashed and completely unconscious, and the two stab wounds on the chest were so deep that the bones were visible.
But he's still standing.
Staggering, but still standing.
"Daemon..." Oberyn murmured, his voice hoarse. "Eron Wood... Tywin... Magic Mountain... everyone must die!"
He dragged his remains and continued to walk forward, leaving bloody footprints on the ground with every step he took.
The alley came to an end, and there was a slightly wider street ahead.
This is already the southern end of Silk Street. The street is empty, except for a few homeless people huddled in the corner, and an old woman selling roasted chestnuts is cleaning up her stall.
Oberyn's appearance attracted attention.
When the old woman saw him, she screamed in fright and ran away pushing the cart.
The homeless people's eyes widened, some shrank back, and some had a strange light flashing in their eyes. A seriously injured nobleman might have something valuable on him.
Oberyn ignored them and continued to move forward. He only had one thought now, to survive and take revenge.
Just then--
"My lord! My lord, you are injured!"
A voice came from the side.
Oberyn turned his head and saw a man running over, wearing coarse clothes and a concerned expression on his face.
He was also carrying a small basket in his hand, as if he had just returned home from shopping.
"I'll help you! I'll help you heal your wounds!" The man said and stretched out his hand to help.
Normally, Oberyn would never let a stranger get close to him, but at this moment, he lost too much blood and was confused, but inexplicably felt that this man looked familiar.
Then, a cold light flashed.
The distance was too close and the speed was too fast, Oberyn had no time to react.
Poof!
The dagger was completely buried in his chest.
Oberyn's body froze.
He lowered his head and looked at the handle of the dagger inserted into his heart, feeling extremely ridiculous.
He, Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper of Dorne, Warrior who has conquered the Seven Kingdoms for twenty years without a single defeat, will he finally die in a place like this?
What a fucking irony.
No.
This shouldn't be his end!
"You..." Oberyn opened his mouth, blood pouring from the corner of his mouth.
The man leaned close to his ear and his voice was extremely mocking. "Don't you always look down on me, Red Viper?"
"Why, I didn't expect that one day you would die by my hands, hahaha!"
He smiled proudly and was about to pull out the dagger, but suddenly he found a bloody hand firmly holding the wrist holding the knife.
Galin raised his head and met his eyes.
Those eyes were not what humans should have. Those cold pupils reminded Galin of the most venomous viper in the Dorne desert.
"You..." A chill rose up Galin's spine.
"Together..." Oberyn's voice was as soft as a sigh, "Go to hell."
He used the last of his strength and slammed into Galin's forehead!
Bang!
There was a dull sound as skulls collided, and Galin was hit so hard that stars appeared in his eyes and he staggered back.
Oberyn fell backwards, but his hand still held Garin's wrist tightly, bringing him to the ground.
One is a trapped beast that is on the verge of death, and the other is a panicked assassin.
The two were rolling and wrestling on the ground.
Garin wanted to break free and hit the target, but Oberyn's power was astonishing, as if he had unleashed his full potential at the last moment of his life.
The dagger was still stuck in his chest, and every movement stirred the wound, but Oberyn seemed not to feel the pain. He just grabbed Garin tightly, headbutted him, bit him with his teeth, and beat him with his right hand that could still move.
Like a wild beast.
More like a madman.
"Let go! Let me go!" Galin shouted in horror, obviously not expecting that a man with a knife in his heart could have such strength.
At this time, footsteps were heard in the distance, and it seemed that someone was alerted by the movement here.
Galin panicked.
He must get out immediately and leave immediately.
The mission has been completed. Oberyn was stabbed in the chest and will definitely die. There is no need to stay here to bother him.
He struggled wildly and finally broke free from Oberyn's hand. As soon as he turned around...
A huge hand grabbed his head!
The power is too great.
It's like being clamped hard by an iron chain, as if your head is about to explode in the next second!
What frightened Galin even more was that through his fingers, he saw a face... full of burn scars, as hideous as a demon crawling out of the Seventh Level of Hell!
"Put...
"Shh~
~~~~" Gai Lin was about to threaten the other person loudly, but he saw the other person put his other hand to his mouth.
"Don't say anything, or I will pry your head open, dig out your eyes, and eat them with your brains on them!"