Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 160 159. Laughing Robert

The venue for group competitions is a huge fence.

The ground is a black soil texture that is a little sticky to your feet. This land had been trampled by the hooves of knights' jousting horses yesterday, and then it had become very loose after a night of carnival by thousands of people.

It's perfect for team competitions.

Therefore, placing the group competition after the knight's competition is probably a common sense after the Westeros continental competition has been held for such a long time.

The fence is only half a person high. Those who want to withdraw during the battle can just squeeze to the edge of the field and turn over to exit, avoiding unnecessary death and injury.

But today, the championship reward of up to 10,000 gold dragons made everyone think that an extremely bloody game would probably take place today.

Eddard Stark sat on the high platform that the king had just walked on. Yesterday, the high platform was still full of people. Today, there were no Stark family members, as well as the queen and her attendants who had been scolded by the king. For a moment, it was completely different. It's quite empty.

Petyr Baelish sat down next to Eddard with an apologetic expression, and once again explained to him that he had caused this situation because he did not understand the king's temper.

He has a sincere attitude and sincere feelings. If Ed hadn't seen through him earlier, he would probably have commented like this.

The crowd roared with cheers like a tidal wave.

Robert Baratheon, on this occasion, once again put on his temporarily expanded armor.

The main color is black iron, and the iron bucket-like helmet on the head is equipped with flamboyant and ferocious antlers from both sides. The armor's blouse is khaki.

With a huge body, a huge armor and an antlered helmet on his head, Robert's appearance alone can make many people tremble in fear.

The attendant responsible for opening and closing the entrance and exit of the fence was stunned.

After Robert entered, he closed the fence gate blankly.

Lan En, who was following Robert, curled his lips, walked to the edge of the fence and held it up with one hand, and the cotton hem of the High Bear School armor drew a smooth arc in the air.

He flipped it in smoothly with direct movements.

Few people present noticed this scene, and among those who noticed, few knew the weight of Lan En's armor.

Robert's two-handed war hammer was half as tall as him. The huge and ferocious hammer head made people imagine what would happen after it hit a human body.

There is a place in Westeros called Ruby Beach.

The origin of this name is not because of the abundance of rubies here, but because during the War of the Reavers, Robert's warhammer hit Prince Rhaegar's breastplate decorated with rubies.

Prince Rhaegar was a powerful knight recognized by the Seven Kingdoms at that time, but Robert's hammer directly smashed the thickest and strongest breastplate in the entire set of armor!

Prince Rhaegar died on the spot, and the ruby ​​on his chest was broken into small pieces. It is said that some people still pick it up on that beach.

There is no problem at all in saying that Robert at that time was a top-notch knight and warrior in the Seven Kingdoms.

And now, as the king, he has stepped back into the pit of killing and fighting after a break of more than ten years.

——And I am addicted to it!

"Suck it! So good, so good."

Under everyone's gaze, Robert picked up the sledgehammer in his hand. The palms holding the long pole were opening and closing.

"What are you waiting for? Let's start! Come and fight! Come and fight! For your golden dragon! If anyone dares to walk around me today and don't do anything to me, I will melt the gold and sink you! Haha! Hahaha!"

Under Robert's shouts, the originally reserved expressions of the disgraceful warriors and mercenaries in the field gradually calmed down.

Facing the constraints of the Wang family in his mind, his desire for money and fame took over again.

Some people began to pant heavily, and some began to lick the corners of their mouths. Everyone's eyes looked like hungry wolves.

The king's words were his will, and the emcee on the sidelines simply blew the trombone at hand.

After the sound of "beep——", the scene experienced a brief silence.

And then “Haaah!!!”

Chaotic shouts of death and roars broke out!

A long sword struck towards Lan En's head.

At this time, the young man was leaning against the fence, looking at the king not far away with his arms crossed.

He didn't even look at it with his eyes when the wind roared with the sword.

Just by raising his head, the long sword that was originally aimed at the top of his head slashed past him.

Lan En stretched out a hand and suddenly reached out to grab the opponent's sword-holding hand. The opponent's struggle was weak to him.

He held the opponent's sword hilt, pressed it with the opponent's fist, and smashed it into the opponent's face!

"Bang!" The other side's mouth was already full of blood foam.

His eyes turned white, but he didn't fall down yet. Lan En didn't care and hit him with "bang bang" twice.

The entire lower half of this man's face was covered in blood, and his body was completely paralyzed.

Let go and let the first opponent fall naturally. Lan En pushed hard on his back, straightened his body from the fence, and walked towards the center of the field.

Robert seems to have a kind of crazy temperament.

He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, even if he was the target of siege during a fight.

The scary war hammer made a "wuwu" sound in the air, and the next moment, with a "dong" sound, a man dressed as a mercenary was directly hit on the shoulder.

He became a serious high and low shoulder in an instant. Lying on the black earth that was gradually moistened with blood, he was twitching and roaring.

"It's so exciting! It's so exciting! Haha!"

Robert raised his head and avoided a hundred-page hammer aimed at his helmet. He took the blow with his vambrace.

The pain was like bursting from his bones, but it only made him laugh.

The weight of the huge war hammer was rounded by him, whistling and sweeping over the head of the holder of the Hundred Page Hammer!

Suddenly, a scene like a big watermelon being smashed appeared in front of everyone.

The tourney in Westeros has never been gentle. It is essentially an entertainment activity to show off the ruler's military power to the people!

Blood and death are necessary footnotes!

Every time you kill an enemy, or every time you are hit by an enemy. Robert would burst into deafening laughter.

On the high platform watching, Grand Maester Pycelle's old cheeks trembled, and every time Robert laughed, his body would tremble twice.

At the same time, he kept chanting a title called "Laughing Storm".

That was Robert's grandfather, Lord Baratheon, a contemporary of the legendary Kingsguard [Tall] Duncan.

He once started a rebellion and called himself "Storm King". He was a legendary knight of that era.

Robert's current appearance reminded the Grand Maester of the legends of the past.

And just when Robert was swinging his war hammer and almost clearing away all the enemies around him, he suddenly let out a scream.

"ah!"

This voice made everyone's hearts rise to their throats.

But it soon became clear that Robert was fine.

"Armor-piercing dagger? Are you going to fight with this girly teeth-picking thing?"

On the field, Robert pulled out a sharp-edged dagger from the joint of the armor on his back and threw it to the ground. Laughing at the enemy.

But soon, he discovered that something was not right.

In his battle circle located in the center of the field, the remaining seven or eight people all looked at him with cold eyes, and in perfect agreement, they took out armor-piercing daggers of the same standard from their arms.

He understood in an instant that this was an assassination!

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