"Tell me! Is it him? You don't even want to let go of a baby who is eating. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the real dragon will be reborn to avenge you? Now your retribution is coming soon. Don't think that Dorne will aim the ballista at the dragon again this time."
Oberyn pointed angrily at Tywin and continued to scold him, as if he wanted to release all the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.
Varys looked at the Mountain lying on the ground who was still alive and was more worried than Tyrion. He now truly understood the meaning of the mysterious man's letter.
Varys wanted to remind Oberyn to be careful, but Oberyn was angry and didn't even look at him, so there was no point in worrying.
Plop!
Just as Oberyn was approaching the Mountain, the Mountain suddenly reached out and hit him on the calf, tripping him to the ground, then stretched out his hand to grab his clothes on his chest and tried to lift him up.
Suddenly tripped, Oberyn suddenly remembered Varys' advice, quickly pulled out the other dagger from his thigh, and stabbed it fiercely into the Mountain's face.
Just as the Mountain was about to raise his arm, he felt a pain on his face. Before he could react, his eyes were stabbed deeply, and his half-raised arm was instantly frozen.
Feeling the powerful force in the Mountain's hand and the severe pain in the part being grabbed, Oberyn no longer cared about torturing the Mountain. He stabbed the dagger again and again until the Mountain completely let go, and then he stopped swinging the dagger frantically.
Feeling that the Mountain beside him had completely stopped moving, Oberyn sat up from the ground and looked at the Mountain, whose face was covered with big holes. At this moment, he was deader than dead.
After escaping the disaster, Oberyn subconsciously untied the light armor on his chest, and a piece of flesh as big as his palm was separated from his body and wrinkled into a ball. One can imagine how powerful the Mountain's hand was. If he had been a little slower, he would have no chance of survival if he had been hit by the Mountain.
He couldn't help but glance at Varys who was standing with the other nobles. If he hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have had two daggers at his side, and he wouldn't have been able to react in such a short time to stab the Mountain. He would have died at the hands of the Mountain like his sister Elia, not to mention revenge.
Looking at the dead Mountain, Tyrion walked off the stage and was about to thank Oberyn. But before he took two steps, someone ran over and hugged Oberyn tightly.
The scene just now frightened Ellaria, she thought she would see Oberyn die tragically.
She also knew that no one who fought against the Mountain had a good ending. The Mountain's greatest pleasure was to torture and kill his opponents. Ellaria did not expect that Oberyn could turn the tables even after being knocked down.
Seeing Oberyn's thrilling victory, Jaime walked up to Tyrion with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.
"Hmph!" Looking at the Mountain lying there motionless, Cersei glared at Tyrion and Oberyn fiercely, then left the arena holding up her skirt.
Tywin slowly stood up from his seat, announced that Oberyn had won and Tyrion was acquitted, then he glanced coldly at Oberyn who was with his mistress and left the arena.
The nobles did not expect that the Mountain, the best fighter in King's Landing, would be defeated. They looked at Tyrion with some fear and left in a hurry. They did not expect that Tyrion still had a chance to turn things around.
As the people in the tourney field gradually left, Tyrion came to Oberyn and formally thanked him.
"You saw it, I almost got killed too!" Oberyn took a look at the long trail of blood left after the Mountain was dragged away, and he still felt a lingering fear, because he was the one who was almost dragged away.
Given the Mountain's penchant for torturing and killing his opponents, he could hardly imagine the tragic consequences of being killed.
Ellaria, who had just separated from Oberyn, looked at the expression on Oberyn's face and came up to hug him and kissed his cheek to comfort him.
At this time, Tyrion came over and said solemnly: "I will remember your kindness today." After that, he bowed deeply.
"You should thank Varys, not me. I should thank him too." Although he did save Tyrion, Oberyn did not want to take credit for it.
"Varys?" Tyrion didn't expect that Varys was involved, the guy who said at the trial that he was close to the Stark family.
Ellaria, who was leaning on Oberyn, also looked at him in surprise. She had never heard Oberyn say that Varys helped him.
"Varys stopped me on my way to the dungeon to find you and told me to stay away from the Mountain during the duel, otherwise I would die from carelessness!" Oberyn was still grateful when talking about what happened last night.
"So that's why you put two daggers on your left and right legs at the same time?" Ellaria asked the question in her heart, thinking of Oberyn's unusual behavior this morning.
"I know very well the consequences of being close to the Mountain, so I can only make extra preparations. I didn't expect that I would actually have to use it. If I had reacted a little slower, what would be on the ground would be my blood and semen, not the Mountain." Oberyn said with fear, looking at the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet dried.
"How could Varys have guessed your battle with the Mountain?" Tyrion asked puzzled.
"I don't understand how he knew this. I didn't even think of this when he reminded me in advance. But when he reminded me last night, he said that he was just conveying his advice to me. He was not the one who foresaw that I might be killed."
After Oberyn finished speaking, Tyrion gradually fell into deep thought. He didn't know who could have known in advance that he would choose trial by combat. It was just a temporary decision on his part.
Not only that, he also foresaw that Oberyn might be killed due to carelessness.
Could it be her? Tyrion suddenly remembered that Varys had advised him to leave King's Landing and join Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons.
Varys also said last night that he was conveying advice to Oberyn on behalf of others. Since Varys advised him to be loyal to the Mother of Dragons, he must be secretly working for the Mother of Dragons. It must be her, Tyrion was sure of it.
"It seems that you know who commissioned Varys?" Oberyn asked when he saw Tyrion's strange expression.
"I'm just guessing, I'm not sure. The only way to know is to ask him." Tyrion told the truth. There was no need for him to hide it from Oberyn on this issue.
"Don't forget to tell me when you are sure!" Oberyn clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. He knows that he must thank the person who reminded him in person before he can feel at ease.
"Okay, I'll tell you."
After saying goodbye to Oberyn, Tyrion returned to his residence. The huge courtyard was empty. Sansa had fled from King's Landing, Shae was nowhere to be found, and the servants had all run away, leaving him alone.
He took out a glass of red wine from the cabinet, poured himself a glass, and took a sip. He didn't expect that he could taste red wine again.
After two glasses he didn't drink any more. There would be plenty of opportunities to taste red wine in the future, but now he had things to do.
After he went out and walked around the alleys and found no one was following him, he headed straight for the residential area in the east of the city.
We crossed two dirty streets and stopped in front of a small courtyard with a few big trees outside the gate.
After knocking on the door twice in a regular pattern, he soon heard the sound of a door opening in the courtyard. The gate of the courtyard opened a crack, and Varys's bald head poked out.