Chapter 150 Proxy Knight

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 fought a two-hundred-year-long Rhynar War against 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 some remaining branches at the top of the tree, a few yellow leaves on the tips, and the autumn sun is shining, like golden fingers gently exploring.

The light clouds are high in the distance, and the shadows are like traces 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.

Dorn'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 warriors of Dorne are well-deserved." Cole's eyes followed those Dorne warriors.

Dornishmen 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."

The hottest region in Westeros, Dorend is stony, mountainous, arid and barren, and has the continent's only desert. There is a unique kind of wine produced here, which is as famous as the golden wine of Qingting Island.

Cole took a small sip, the alcohol content was on the high side, 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. The girl with blond hair is here now."

"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 her health was not good. We went there with the purpose of getting married, and we wanted to get married. Tom Lannis gave her a charter, or I could marry Cersei, or we could do it together. It just so happened that 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 turned her down rudely. He told her that the Lannister daughter was for the crown prince Rhaegar, and proposed that the dwarf marry Elia.

Mother took the proposal as an insult, 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.

"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's proposal, but he farted during the party.

If it had not been for this accident, I would not have made fun of this Hightower. She should be 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 was slightly touched and asked, "What are you going to do?"

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

"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 my old friend. If he were to choose, he would definitely choose me, just like when I served as an acting knight to uphold justice for him in the Eyrie. Besides, this is my duty, isn't it? Don't you Do you think I’m not worthy?"

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

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

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

This kid was almost as tall as him, and his physique was stronger, but he was still too small compared to the Mountain, who was almost three meters tall.

"No need to be too agile." Cole said to his uncle.

Soon his behavior made the Red Viper stop talking.

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

Cole returned to his courtyard.

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

When the silver hair first appeared, Cole had never imagined his identity? But no matter how he guessed in his heart, he didn't guess that he was actually the son of Rhaegar Targaryen.

He had already accepted his wandering and lonely identity, so he acted with a fearless and unfettered mentality.

And now, he has to be a warrior. Facing the Mountain, he is an avenger, and killing the Mountain is his duty as a son of man. He also has to lead the army to take back his damn throne and personally judge everyone who has harmed his blood relatives.

In fact, all of this is terrible.

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

He looked up at the sky. Do you also think the dwarf is guilty?

Sorry, I don't agree.