At this moment, the smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield. Everywhere you looked, there were stumps of limbs and broken arms, and hideous corpses piled up like mountains.

As the sun sets in the west, golden rays of light fall on the sea with rolling waves, forming a sharp contrast between the tranquil sea and the tragic battlefield.

At this moment, more than half of the troops invested by both sides have been lost. There is no tactics, no strategy, just the courage to meet on a narrow road. What is left is the final showdown between the commanders of both sides. Whoever can persevere will have the last laugh.

Tread...

The commander of the Second Prince Yinmon Targaryen's side was riding on horseback. The horse under his crotch was treading its hooves restlessly, as if he had foreseen that he would go into battle in person next.

The soldiers around Bessie were all wearing armor, and the auxiliary soldiers were holding the horses. They polished the long swords in their hands and fixed the armor on their bodies and the shields on their arms, preparing for the next battle.

Be well prepared.

On the other side, Oberyn took over his spear from his own soldiers.

The spear is the emblem of the Martell family, so members of the Martell family throughout the generations have been good at using spears, spears and other weapons, and Oberyn was naturally not surprised.

When he was young, he used to be the leading warrior among the Seven Kingdoms. He was good at using weapons such as spears and poisons. Although he was not as cunning as the new Sword of Dawn, Edric Dane, he was still a feared red man back then.

Viper'.

However, since he got older, although Oberyn still has the habit of practicing spear skills and teaching his juniors, including Horos, he rarely goes into battle in person.

But at this moment, Oberyn tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his golden armor and stomach, and the 'sunburst pattern' Luo Yin held on his chest shone brightly.

He looked at the battlefield in the distance, and suddenly he felt like he was back when he was young, high-spirited, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. However, when he came back to his senses, he was already an old man in his sixties.

"I haven't had a real fight in many years..."

"It looks like there's a good chance that I'm going to make a fool of myself."

Gudong Gudong...

Then Oberyn took a wine flask, raised his head and poured the clear and hot wine into his throat.

Peng——

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

The wine bottle rolled on the ground, and the remaining wine spilled on the ground, reflecting the crystal light. It seemed that he no longer cared.

Oberyn's steward Kane's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face at some point, because he knew that the old prince of Dorne had already made up his mind to die, and that leaving here would mean a narrow escape.

"let's go!"

Oberyn wiped the drink from his mouth and beard, tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and then knocked his horse's belly with both legs. The horse under his crotch instantly understood its master's intention.

Tap tap tap——

Oberyn took the lead and rushed out with the sound of hoofbeats.

"Go, go, go!"

Most of the guards who follow Oberyn come from his hometown of Dorne. These guards are all dead soldiers of the Martell family, and they are even more loyal to Oberyn.

They saw Oberyn rushing out at the lead, and naturally without any hesitation, they all drew out the swords at their waists, and then urged their horses to follow closely.

Rumble——

In an instant, the horses' hooves hit the ground and rumbled. The dust kicked up by hundreds of war horses was like a long dragon, running straight from the high slope in the distance to the battlefield below. Their target was pointed directly at the commander on the opposite side.

official.

On the other side, Bessie, the commander of the coalition forces in Yinmon Targaryen's army, was already ready.

They put on their armor and blindfolded their horses to prevent them from getting frightened during the charge. At the same time, they poured cold water on the horses to help them cool down and perspire to release heat in the coming battle.

And they saw from a distance a long dragon set off by hundreds of galloping horses, heading straight towards their side.

"Everyone!"

"Mount!"

The commander-in-chief of the coalition forces naturally showed no fear and ordered decisively in his voice.

Wow——

All the guards of the coalition commander cheered up, climbed onto their horses, and held on to the reins.

"rush!"

At Bessie's order, hundreds of guards all drew their swords from their waists.

Clang, Clang, Clang——

In an instant, the cold light flashed with murderous intent, and then the horses all mobilized to face the enemies coming from afar, without any fear.

Because all the personal guards Bessie brought with him had been with him for many years. They came from the First Legion of the Empire in Pentos, and they were all elite soldiers and generals.

"Go, go, go!"

Rumble——

The rumble of horses' hooves also stirred up dust. Hundreds of knights, wearing bright silver-white armor and dark cloaks, held their swords high and charged towards their enemies.

The two knights rushed over at high speed from two directions and collided violently in almost a moment.

boom--

Then there was a huge crash mixed with the painful neighing of the war horses, and the sound of soldiers' swords clashing against each other and piercing flesh and blood.

The knights under Oberyn's command did not blindfold the war horses. Although the war horses had been trained, they were still flesh and blood animals after all. They would be afraid of the foreseeable dangers that were coming, so they slowed down and tried to avoid them.

Impact.

A personal guard around Oberyn. He is an insignificant collateral descendant of the Dorntolan family. For the benefit of the family and what he can learn, he was sent to Prince Oberyn.

The young guards practiced martial arts diligently and learned the old prince's methods of leading troops and commanding, hoping that one day he could become famous.

However, now, the two knights collided violently, followed by a huge collision and the painful neighing of the horses. Damon Toland's mind went blank for a moment, and then the cry of killing rang in his ears.

The young guard held the spear in his hand tightly. He tried hard to calm down on the chaotic and bloody battlefield, but then the uncontrollable fear spread crazily, and his hands and feet were a little numb.

"Go to hell!"

An imperial knight wearing silver armor rushed towards him on a war horse. He could only hear the opponent's roar and could not see his expression under the mask, but he thought the opponent's expression must be very ferocious.

..

Then, at the moment when the two horses crossed each other, the spear in his hand stabbed out and penetrated the other's chest.

puff--

The corpse of the enemy fell under the horse, and Daemon Toland from Dorne also suffered a violent impact and fell under the horse.

thump--

He fell and rolled around, his brain was hit hard and he was knocked unconscious. He directly took a bite of the blood-smelling soil on the ground, and there was even a corpse of a war horse next to him that was smeared with plasma.

"I don't want to die..."

Damon Toland's heart was completely occupied by fear.

However, before he could get up from the ground, a war horse passed by him. The knight in shining armor raised his sword and dropped his head, which rolled to the ground.
Chapter completed!