Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

The Rhoynar are slender, with olive skin, black hair, and dark eyes.

Escaped from across the Narrow Sea during the Rhoynar Civilization to Valyrian War.

In Essos, the Rhoynar people fought a two-hundred-year-old Rhoynar War with the powerful Valyrian Empire.

It is said that the Valyrians dispatched three hundred dragons in this war.

After their defeat, the Rhoynar, led by a warrior queen named "Nymeria", crossed the Narrow Sea to Dorne.

The blood of Queen Nymeria is flowing in the blood of the Martell family.

In Rhoynar culture, men and women have equal rights to inheritance.

There are a few remaining branches on the tree tops, and a few yellow leaves. The autumn sun is shining down, like golden fingers gently exploring.

The light clouds are high in the distance, and the shadows are like a little trace of an old man. The land of Westeros is slowly sinking into dusk, and the clear sky is like the reflection of light before a long night.

Dorne's red robe perfectly matches this autumn season.

Prince Oberyn sat on a short oak chair, holding an eight-foot-long spear in his hand.

The spear shaft is made of heavy qin tree, and the two feet at the end are forged from steel to maintain balance.

His gaze spread across the courtyard, where several figures were fighting among each other, spears were looming, and the whole hall was filled with shouts.

"How is it?" the prince asked the young man beside him, pointing to those people.

"The Dornish warriors are well-deserved." Cole's eyes followed the Dornish warriors.

The Dornish people are accustomed to using metal shields and spears, and their armor is mostly light scale armor.

"The warriors of Dorne are just like the strong wine of Dorne. Have you ever tasted it?" The prince took the wine glass and handed it to him, "This is strong enough."

As the hottest region in Westeros, Dorend is stony, mountainous, arid and barren, and has the only desert on the continent. It is rich in a unique wine, which is as famous as the golden wine of the Arbor.

Cole took a small sip. The alcohol content was relatively high, the fruity aroma was rich, and the taste was very strong.

"Cersei Lannister wanted me to help her judge her dwarf brother, and she even hinted at marriage." Oberon chuckled twice, "I once asked the dwarf where to find blond hair in King's Landing.

Girl, now the blonde girl has sent it herself."

"Actually, I went to Casterly Rock with my sister twenty years ago. At that time, she was in her prime, she didn't go out much, and she wasn't in good health. We went with the purpose of getting married, and we wanted to get married.

William Lannis gave her a charter, or I married Cersei, or we could do it together. As it happened, Lady Joanna Lannister died in childbirth giving birth to Tyrion.

It was a bad time at Casterly Rock. Lord Tywin didn't receive us, and when my mother told him about the marriage plan, Tywin Lannister rudely rejected her. He told her: Lannister

His daughter was prepared for the prince Rhaegar, so he proposed that the dwarf marry Elia.

Mother thought this proposal was an insult to her, and as you know, it was Elia who married Rhaegar, not Cersei." After saying this, a victorious smile appeared on his face, but he soon sighed again.

There was a sound.

"On the way from Sunspear to Casterly Rock, we met many marriage partners. At that time, I was still young and liked to laugh at my sister's suitors. Those guys didn't perform well, but she almost agreed in Oldtown.

Baelor Hightower proposed marriage, but he farted during the party.

If it hadn't been for this accident, and I hadn't made fun of this Hightower, she would have been able to caress her son's face and tell him the story of Dorne in the warm old town."

The prince's eyes flashed with determination, "She has waited too long, Cole. It has been too long."

Cole's heart was slightly touched and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Look here, I will kill that stupid cow myself." The prince said harshly. "That dwarf is looking for a deputy knight."

"Do you think he is innocent?"

The prince inserted the tail cone of the spear into the ground and raised his head, "I don't care about his innocence, I just want the ugly head of the Magic Mountain."

"No." Cole objected.

"Your legs are still injured."

"No one can stop the prince, Cole." Oberon glanced over his head. "Besides, it's just a stupid cow."

"Underestimating the enemy is the biggest enemy in battle, Your Excellency Prince." Cole said to him.

"I don't need you to teach me yet, kid. I have been called the Red Viper since I was sixteen. I don't know how many stupid cows I have killed."

"I'll go." Cole interrupted him.

The prince's face suddenly turned serious, "You are too young." He said.

"Tyrion is an old friend of mine. If I let him choose, he will definitely choose me, just like I served him as a deputy knight in the Eyrie. Besides, this is my duty, isn't it? Don't you

Do you think I'm not worthy? Uncle."

The prince was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Go over and beat them down, then I'll let you go."

Cole suddenly stood up, picked up his spear, and walked straight over.

After a while he came back, raised his spear to the ground, and asked, "How?"

The Dornish warriors behind him were all lying on the ground.

Oberon had inquired about a lot of information about him, so he was not surprised by this.

"Not bad, well hidden, but not enough." The prince commented on this.

To deal with guys like the Magic Mountain, you need to be more flexible, and the agility Cole showed is far from enough. Of course, this is also related to his own physique.

This kid is almost as tall as him and has a stronger physique, but compared to the Magic Mountain, which is almost three meters tall, he still looks too small.

"You don't need to be too agile," Cole said to his uncle.

Soon his behavior made the Red Viper say nothing.

"This kid is really a monster." Oberon Martell looked at his back.

Cole returned to his small courtyard.

In fact, during this period, his heart was extremely complicated and chaotic.

When his silver hair first appeared, Cole had never imagined his identity. But no matter how he guessed in his heart, he never guessed that he was actually the son of Rhaegar Targaryen.

He had already accepted his status as a wanderer and a loner, so he acted with a fearless and unfettered attitude.

But now, he has to be a warrior. He is an avenger facing the magic mountain. It is his duty as the son of man to kill the magic mountain with his hands. He also has to lead the army to take back his damn throne and personally judge every opponent of blood.

A person who causes harm to a relative.

In fact, these are terrible.

But Cole couldn't just watch Oberon die in the hands of the Mountain. Although his uncle Martell was very powerful, Cole knew the outcome of this duel. It seemed that all the gods in the sky thought Tyrion was guilty.

He raised his head to the sky. Do you also think that the dwarf is guilty?

Sorry, I don't agree.
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