Chapter 150: The Tyros Defense Battle, 4:00 PM

On the ground, the Dornish forces.

"Ah!"

Ashara Dayne, her body and twin swords engulfed in flames, stood at the very front of the formation. One hand gripped a sword as she swung her blades wildly, yelling fiercely. Although it seemed chaotic, every movement was a combination of both offense and defense.

"Ha!"

Ashara continued to advance into the Tyrosh ranks. With two top-tier weapons, every strike cleaved through both people and armor. Her left hand severed an enemy's arm while her right hand simultaneously decapitated another, not caring when arrows lodged into her body. Her combat style was intensely ferocious. Wherever she went, the sounds of breaking swords and shattered shields echoed, limbs and severed arms flying in all directions, intestines and blood staining the ground.

"Ashara! Ashara!" Her name was shouted by Nymeria, but Ashara showed no response, continuing her relentless assault ahead.

Nymeria: "Father, you take the right side. Tyene and I will take the left. Pike formation, charge!"

This was a main street, wide and expansive, and Ashara was cutting through the center, advancing far too quickly. But there were still enemies on both sides. If the others didn't deal with the enemies to the sides, Ashara would soon be surrounded.

"Kill!"

The Dornish soldiers had to fight fiercely to keep up with Ashara's killing speed.

"First and second ranks, fall back. Third and fourth ranks, move up!" Nymeria shouted. Seeing the first ranks exhausted with casualties, she ordered them to fall back and replaced them with fresh soldiers.

Oberyn, watching Ashara, felt a headache coming on. This new Sword of the Morning, her martial skills were unquestionable. She was usually an energetic woman, always laughing and joking with everyone, except for her love of climbing walls and trees. But once a fight started, she lost control, turning into a madwoman!

Oberyn shouted, "Nymeria, don't mind Ashara! We can't let our formation break!"

Ashara was still advancing ahead, cutting through enemies, until she reached a small square.

Oberyn, breathing heavily with his blood-stained spear, said, "Look! When she fights, she's on a different path from us."

Nymeria, also out of breath, thought back to their time in the magic school, when she and Ashara often sparred. Now, as Ashara grew older, her physical strength and magic had advanced, and her combat style had become even more reckless.

Nymeria: "Let's catch up. Tyene, prepare to heal the wounded. Conserve your mana."

Tyene nodded, taking out a vial of alchemical potion from her leather pouch and drinking it.

She wasn't wearing a dress anymore, now donning Dornish chainmail, and with a few Dornish women soldiers, she followed the main fighting force, picking off the injured. Her healing magic was far more useful than her front-line combat; it saved many from unnecessary deaths.

"Kill!"

The sounds of battle grew louder in the small square ahead, as more Tyroshains fled here, and more soldiers from the Seven Kingdoms chased them down.

"Let's catch up, another charge! Pike formation, ready!"

Nymeria said, stepping to the front of the formation. As the commander, she wore unbreakable Valyrian steel armor, and wielded a Valyrian steel spear that could easily pierce thin armor. Coupled with her martial skills, her personal strength was among the top in the Seven Kingdoms, though it often went unnoticed since she spent most of her time with Vitor.

"Charge!" Nymeria led the charge into the small square.

With a light jump, her spear pierced an enemy's neck, and Oberyn followed with a powerful thrust, cutting through the enemy ranks through the gap Nymeria had opened.

———

"Form up! Shields!" The Tyroshians defenders, including mercenaries, had long been battle-hardened, with skills far superior to those of the local Tyroshian soldiers. Despite their morale crumbling, they managed to organize a defense.

Buzz~~~

Accompanied by a thunderous sound in the air, a lightning bolt struck a shield. The lightning spread, jumping to nearby metal armor and weapons. Soldiers struck by the lightning were instantly burned black and died, while others nearby were electrocuted, twitching on the ground, unable to move.

At another entrance to the small square, one of the royal forces led by Qyburn and Thoros appeared. Qyburn was surrounded by floating rocks, which were constantly rotating. The general shape of a humanoid upper body could be made out, and fine sparks of lightning jumped between the moving stones.

Thoros, wearing full armor, held a flame sword. He was skilled in destruction-type magic, but his sword wasn't ignited by magic—it used wildfire. Magical flames were too hot, and a single use would destroy a sword. During his intense training period, Thoros had become penniless and had to return to mercenary work to earn money.

Behind them, rows of shield-bearers followed, and with only the two of them, they had forced the mercenaries back into the small square.

"The mages have drawn them in—use the secret weapon!"

They spoke in the dialect of Essos, a language unknown to the men of the Seven Kingdoms, who assumed they were simply reorganizing their formation and continued their advance.

In the midst of the infantry battle, suddenly, large numbers of oil-soaked paper packets were thrown from behind the small square. Some were the size of a fist, others as big as a human head, all aimed toward Qyburn, Thoros, and Ashara.

Thoros shouted, "Watch out for the oil!"

Normally, any soldiers discovering oil would signal a warning, but there had been no such alerts. Most of the oil had been placed on the inner and outer city walls, already burned away by Aldaviin.

"Raise shields!"

Piapia~~

The oil-soaked paper packets hit the shields and scattered, splashing oil everywhere.

"Damn!"

"Those Tyroshians are throwing shit!"

The paper packets contained a mix of feces and urine, deliberately thinned to target mages. Even if shields were raised high, the mixture would drip down the edges, quickly filling the square with a foul stench.

The mercenaries also opened their chicken cages, releasing the chickens and kicking the cages, causing the birds to scatter in panic, feathers flying everywhere.

Qyburn and Thoros were the primary targets, hiding beneath their shields, their bodies soaking wet. Their hair was covered in clumps of filth, with chicken feathers sticking to them.

"Ah!"

Ashara's furious roar echoed across the square.

She too had been hit, and her body was covered in the filth. The flames surrounding her quickly dried the excrement, turning it into hard clumps that stuck to her armor. The rapidly evaporating waste, combined with the heat, sent the stench rising into the sky.

BangBang~~~

Fireballs exploded, flames raging wildly. Ashara's twin swords began to launch explosive fireball magic, obliterating Tyroshian soldiers by the dozen with each blast.

"Ah!" With a leap, Ashara charged into the crowd, twin swords raised.

BuzzBuzz~~~

The flames finished releasing, and lightning jumped to her body and swords. Her twin blades became like whips, slashing through the crowd as soldiers fell in waves.

Ashara's body began to gather fire.

She didn't have high magical talent and couldn't learn master-level spells. The magic she learned was tailored for close combat, and she quickly picked up the magic that Robb and Jon had mastered.

A fiery red spherical magic formed around Ashara's body, pulsing like a heartbeat. With each pulse, the red sphere expanded slightly, and its color deepened.

"Fall back!" Qyburn and Thoros shouted to the royal forces.

"Dorne forces, retreat!" Nymeria also called out to the Dorne troops.