Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 314: Confrontation at the Paradise Tower
The red soil stretches behind the Paradise Tower, supporting its heavy back and watching the sun move westward.

Beric Dondarrion placed his sword on the mound and carefully wiped the blood off the sword with a black cloth.

The purple lightning flag of Black Harbor City swept rapidly in the wind. Dozens of lightning bolts stood naked in front of the Tower of Joy, like rows of sentinel poplars on the border. Dondarrion's squires and knights stared at the Dornishmen with firm and calm eyes.

Several Dornish soldiers' heads fell to the ground, and the polished copper pieces, shining silver or red soft gold densely decorated on their armor fell to the ground with a clatter, but none of the soldiers behind Earl Dondarrion bent down to pick them up.

The Dornish soldiers held spears and round shields, while the soldiers close to Prince Oberyn held scimitars and had short spears at their waists, looking at the knights of Black Harbor City vigilantly.

"Dondarrion, the war is over." Oberyn looked at Beric Dondarrion and his soldiers from Blackhaven who suddenly attacked. He estimated that they were probably knights from the Stormlands, and nearly half of them were regulars at the tournament.

Oberyn knew that his soldiers were no match for him, so he held his spear lightly and said jokingly, "Don't forget, you have already stepped half a foot into the Prince's Pass. You should know that the Dornish army closest to here may have thousands of people."

Berry's response was simple and effective, "And the Knight of Stormland who can take your life is right in front of you." His black 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 hands already tightly gripping his spear. His personal soldiers were sweating nervously, with beads of sweat on the back of their heads. "I came here to receive the prisoner, the Mountain, that the Iron Throne promised to send. The king promised to let me deal with him."

The prince spoke so frivolously, but in his heart he had already cursed himself a thousand times for coming to pick up the Mountain in person.

Beric Dondarrion paused and looked at Oberyn suspiciously.

Oberyn saw an opportunity and spoke up, "The Marchers and Dorne have come to terms, and Sunspear will soon bend the knee to the Iron Throne. We are all vassals of King Joffrey."

Beric loosened his wrist, and the long sword loosened in his hand and drooped on the stone block. Oberyn thought he had persuaded the stubborn Lord Dondarrion, but Beric raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"How else would I know you were here, Oberyn Martell." Beric Dondarrion threw the black cloth aside and placed the tip of his sword against the ground.

"Damn it!" Oberyn cursed, swinging his spear in a circle, the shaft attached to his arm and the tip pointing at the sand.

Beric Dondarrion quickly drew his sword, and the Knights of Blackhaven behind him drew their swords, ready to meet the enemy.

"Hold the formation!" The Dornish soldiers held up their round shields, their spears not shaking at all.

"You attacked Nightsong with unchivalrous spirit," Beric Dondarrion said loudly. "Dornish light cavalry even reached Blackhaven, went around the rear of the Marchers, attacked the supply lines, and killed my people. I thought you were a gentleman, Oberyn Martell, but you bullied the weak and killed the hardworking farmers of Blackhaven."

Oberyn narrowed his eyes. He had heard that Lord Beric Dondarrion was a famous knight in the Stormlands, who always valued honor. He had discussed these famous knights of the Stormlands with his brother Prince Doran before. He didn't admire many of them, but he did admire the man in front of him. The Lightning King? Oberyn looked at the lightning flag of Black Harbor City and saw Beric Dondarrion's fatherly and fair face, and immediately thought of this nickname.

"I did give 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 harshly.

Beric Dondarrion still had a sarcastic smile on his face, but his tone was 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, but mercenaries who come here to rob!"

Oberyn was unmoved, but put down his spear, stood beside him, and looked off into the distance.

Bailey frowned and looked away.

A beacon of smoke shot straight up, like a black sword piercing the clouds and the red hills of Dorne, shedding the blood of the setting sun.

“Woo woo!~”

A horn sounded, and a Dornish light cavalryman galloped towards here.

A team was standing on the hillside, with the prison cart moving slowly forward, escorted by cavalry on both sides.

On one side was the golden banner of the Baratheon crown and stag, and on the other side was the sky-blue banner of the Arryn crescent and falcon. "Prince!" The Dornish light cavalry looked predictably flustered when they saw the scene before them.

"Is Clegane here?" Oberyn asked.

Seeing the light cavalry nodded, he looked at Beric Dondarrion who was ready for battle, "Is there still a need to fight?"

"The king I serve is King Robert," Beric Dondarrion looked at the dozen or so cavalrymen in the distance and compared the strength of both sides in his mind. "If we don't leave any alive, no one will pass on the news."

Oberyn smiled softly. He knew how to deal with such a stubborn person.

He spread his hands, slightly lowered his frivolous attitude, and became sincere: "Gods above, what's wrong with the royal soldiers transporting prisoners? Do they have anything to do with this conflict? Most of the people coming from King's Landing have relatives and children in the city. Do these civilians have anything to do with the conflict between you and me?"

"Don't change the subject, Oberyn!"

Oberyn, however, was unexpectedly focused, his expression becoming serious.

Beric Dondarrion had no idea what this change meant, but he just gripped his sword tightly.

"You can kill me and take my head," Oberyn said, without a trace of joking in his words, "but," he pointed his spear at the prisoner cart in the distance, where a tall prisoner with an ugly monster face sat, surrounded by iron cages, "The Mountain!" Oberyn seemed to grit his teeth, and it seemed as if he was going to spit out a broken tooth with every word he said, "He murdered my sister, he raped Elijah, he killed her, and threw her child to death! Before I die as a noble knight, I must judge him and kill him with my own hands!"

Oberyn's face flushed, his teeth gnashed, and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out.

Beric Dondarrion frowned, pursed his lips, and leaned on his sword again and again. "I have heard of it."

"I will kill him, myself," Oberyn muttered.

The Mountain's prison car was getting closer and closer, and Bailey's frown relaxed and then tightened again.

"Okay," he compromised, "I agree to your request to try him. After he dies, we will fight each other and put an end to this matter."

Oberyn sighed, his face showing gratitude. "I am afraid I do not have the power to judge. My brother, Prince Doran, has this power. He will soon become the Lord Chancellor of the Court of Justice."

Beric Dondarrion held his sword and looked at the caravan approaching. "Here, at this moment, I want you to swear."

"I swear." Oberyn said without hesitation.

"After swearing to judge the Mountain, come here to fight me, seven against seven, judgment by seven." said Beric Dondarrion.

Oberyn looked at Beric Dondarrion with a determined look in his eyes, holding his gun behind his back, "I swear, in the name of the gods in heaven."

"The gods are watching, Oberyn." Beric Dondarrion tightened the reins, jumped on his horse, and prepared to leave.

"Don't be surprised, Beric Dondarrion," Oberyn said with a smile. "We may fight side by side for a while."

"No way," Berry said coldly.

"Dorne will help the Stormlands nobles retake Storm's End," Oberyn said with a smile, "This is a token of allegiance to the Iron Throne."

(End of this chapter)