Chapter 314 Confrontation in the Tower of Bliss
The red soil stretches behind the Bliss Tower, supporting its heavy back as it watches the sun move westward.
Beric Dondarrion placed the sword on the mound and carefully wiped the blood off the sword with a black cloth.
The purple lightning flag of Darkport City swept rapidly in the wind, and dozens of naked lightning bolts stood in front of the Tower of Bliss, like a field of sentinel poplars in the borderlands. Dondarrion's squires and knights looked at the Dornish people with firm eyes and calm expressions.
Several heads of Dornish soldiers fell to the ground, and the polished copper plates, shining silver or red glowing soft gold densely decorated on the armor shook to the ground, but no one of the soldiers behind Lord Dondarrion lowered their heads to pick them up.
The Dornish soldiers held long spears and bucklers, and the soldiers close to Prince Oberyn held scimitars and short spears at their waists, looking at the knights of Blackport City warily.
"Dondarrion, the war is over." Oberyn looked at Beric Dondarrion and his Blackport City soldiers who suddenly attacked. From visual inspection, they were probably knights from the Stormlands, and nearly half of them were even from the tourney. Regular customer.
Oberyn knew that his soldiers were difficult to defeat, so he held his spear lightly and said in a joking tone, "Don't forget, you have already half-stepped into the Prince's Pass. You know, the Dornish army closest to here probably has a thousand people." ”
Berry's response was simple and effective, "And the Knight of the Storm who can take your life is right in front of you." His dark eyes were bright, his face was calm, and he did not stop wiping the sword in his hand.
"We don't have to be enemies," Oberyn said, his hand already gripping the spear, and his own soldiers were sweating nervously, with sweat dripping from the back of their heads. "I came here to receive the gift that the Iron Throne promised. The prisoner Magic Mountain came, and the king promised to let me deal with this person.”
The prince was so frivolous, but in his heart he cursed himself ten thousand times for why he came to pick up the mountain in person.
Beric Dondarrion stopped and looked at Oberyn suspiciously.
Seeing the opportunity, Oberyn spoke up and said: "The Borderlands and Dorne have reached reconciliation. Sunspear will soon bow to the Iron Throne. We are all vassals of King Joffrey."
Barry let go of his wrist, and the sword was loose in his hand, hanging on the stone pier. Oberyn thought he had persuaded the stubborn Lord Dondarrion, but Barry raised his lips slightly.
"How else would I know you were here, Oberyn Martell." Beric Dondarrion threw the black cloth away and pressed the tip of his sword against the ground.
"Damn it!" Oberyn swore lightly and waved his spear in a circle. The barrel of the spear was attached to his arm and the tip of the spear was pointed at the sand.
Beric Dondarrion quickly drew his sword, and behind him the knights of Darkhaven drew their swords, preparing to meet the enemy.
"Stabilize the formation!" The Dornish soldier held up his round shield, his spear not shaking at all.
"You invaded Nightsong City, showing no sense of chivalry," Beric Dondarrion said loudly. "Dorne's light cavalry even touched the Black Harbor, went around behind the border troops, attacked the supply line, and killed everyone under my jurisdiction. Citizens, I think you are a gentleman, Oberyn Martell, but you bully the weak and kill the hard-working farmers of Blackport City.”
Oberyn narrowed his eyes. He had long heard that Lord Beric Dondarrion was a famous knight in the Stormlands. He always respected his honor. He had discussed these famous knights in the Stormlands with his brother, Prince Doran, and he admired some of them. Not many, but it does include the Lightning King in front of me? Oberyn looked at the lightning banner of Blackport City, and saw the fatherly and fair face of Beric Dondarrion, and then quickly thought of this nickname.
"I did issue this order, but you know that the battlefield has always been cruel and ruthless, and you border people often go deep into the Prince's Pass to attack Dornish caravans!" Oberyn criticized his pedantry and shouted sharply.
Beric Dondarrion still had a sarcastic smile on his lips, but his tone was very fierce, as if he was laughing out of anger: "It seems that you don't understand the common language of Westeros. You are not a caravan. You are clearly a caravan." Mercenaries who came to rob!”
Oberyn was unmoved, but put down his spear, stood beside him, and looked up into the distance.
Barry frowned and turned to look.
A beacon smoke went straight up, like a black sword thrust into the clouds and the red hills of Dorne, shedding the blood of the setting sun.
"Woo!~"
The horn sounded, and a Dornish light cavalry ran towards here.
There was a team standing on the hillside, with prison cars moving forward slowly and cavalry escorting them on both sides.
On one side is the golden banner of Baratheon's crowned stag, and on the other is the azure banner of Arryn's crescent falcon. "Prince!" The Dornish light cavalry looked predictably panicked when they saw the scene in front of them.
"Clegane's here?" Oberyn asked.
Seeing the light cavalry nod, he looked at Beric Dondarrion, who was waiting in full formation, "Is it still necessary to fight?"
"The king I serve is King Robert," Beric Dondarrion looked at a dozen cavalrymen in the distance and mentally compared the strength of both sides. "No one will pass on the news unless they are left alive."
Oberyn smiled softly, he knew how to deal with such a person who accepts death.
He spread his hands, relaxed his attitude slightly, and became sincere: "My God, what's wrong with the royal soldiers transporting prisoners? Do they have anything to do with this conflict? Most of the people from King's Landing are in the city. I have relatives and children. Do these civilians have anything to do with the conflict between you and me?”
"Don't change the subject, Oberyn!"
Oberyn was unexpectedly focused, and his expression became serious.
Beric Dondarrion didn't know what the change meant, but he just tightened his grip on his sword.
"You can kill me and take my head," Oberyn said, without any joking in his words, "but," he pointed his spear at the prison car in the distance, where a tall prisoner with a face like an ugly monster was sitting. Inside, there were cages made of iron around him. "The Mountain!" Oberyn seemed to grit his teeth, speaking every word as if he was about to spit out a broken tooth, "He killed my sister, he raped me." He killed Ilya and threw her child to death! Before I die a noble knight, I must judge him and kill him with my own hands!”
Oberyn's face turned red, he gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to pop out.
Beric Dondarrion frowned, pursed his lips, and leaned on his sword again and again, "I've heard of it."
"I will kill him, kill him with my own hands," Oberyn murmured.
Magic Mountain's prison van was getting closer and closer, and Berry's frown relaxed and then tightened.
"Okay," he compromised, "I agree to your request to try him. After his death, you and I will have a duel to bring this matter to an end."
Oberyn took a deep breath and showed gratitude, "I'm afraid I don't have the power to judge. Only my brother, Prince Doran, has this power. He is about to become the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council."
Beric Dondarrion held his sword and watched the caravan approaching in the distance, "Here, at this moment, I want you to swear."
"I swear." Oberyn said without hesitation.
"After you have sworn to judge the Mountain, come here to fight me, seven against seven, judgment of seven." Beric Dondarrion said.
Oberyn looked at Beric Dondarrion with firm eyes, holding a gun behind his back, "I swear, in the name of the gods in heaven."
"The gods are watching, Oberyn." Beric Dondarrion tightened his reins, mounted his horse, and prepared to leave.
"Don't be surprised, Beric Dondarrion," Oberyn smiled, "perhaps we will fight side by side for a while."
"No way," Berry said coldly.
"Dorn will help the Stormland nobles regain Storm's End," Oberyn said with a smile, "This is a vote for the Iron Throne."
(End of chapter)