Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire
Chapter 16 Martial Arts Tournament (6)
The always arrogant Jaime Lannister frowned when he saw Artis overthrowing Barristan, and his shock was beyond words. King Robert stood up and applauded first, holding the hand of the Prime Minister and cheering there. His father looked at Artis with satisfaction, and Robert mechanically shook his other hand. Everyone seemed to have long been accustomed to the king's lack of etiquette and majesty, and kept cheering for the winner.
Barristan got up from the ground in a mess, and his servants hurried to help him. He took off his helmet with both hands, raised his head and looked at Artis who was facing the praise and cheers of the crowd.
"You have grown up and your skills are more sophisticated." Barristan calmly accepted the servant wiping his face with a wet towel, and he said to Artis with a smile.
Attis turned over and dismounted, and politely responded: "It's just luck, Ser Barristan."
Barristan shook his head helplessly, "No need to be like this, Attis." He turned around without saying a word, and the servant followed behind him. The white helmet and long sword in his arms shook, and the warhorse crawling on the ground cheered up, staggered to stand up, and consciously accepted the servant's lead rope. The two men and the horse left the field amid the cheers of the crowd, chasing the shadow of the end.
The winner returned to the field, and Ange handed him a glass of cold water quickly. Attis did not refuse and drank it all in one gulp. He was going to the stands in a hurry, and the next game was Weimar's game.
After a short rest, Weimar rode on the field. When he saw his opponent, his face was obviously stunned. The huge body was on the horse's back, and the huge helmet covered half of his face, revealing a pair of terrifying eyes that seemed to be staring at the dead.
"The Mountain." Attis' heart was in his throat. In the past, he had only heard of his bad reputation, but today he was simply inhuman.
The referee was not panicking, but encouraged the crowd. "Ser Gregor Clegane from Clegane Castle!" He opened his hands to the people watching in the stands, and his sharp voice was annoying.
"Kill that short guy!" "Everyone bets on you to win, the Mountain!" Many of the people watching put their golden dragons on the Mountain and immediately put pressure on Weimar with words.
Weimar took the spear calmly, protected his face with a mask, tied his shield tightly, raised his spear slightly, lowered his body, and the horse gradually stopped making noises. The horse under the Mountain's crotch staggered. The overly large body might not affect the success or failure of the spear duel. He pressed the horse under him with dissatisfaction and walked forward crookedly.
"Long spear duel! Start!" The referee waved the flag suddenly.
Weimar stabilized the horse and chose the slow speed that he was most familiar with.
The Mountain obviously didn't have this habit. He suddenly pulled the horse, and the horse felt pain and immediately ran forward.
The huge difference in size made Attis concentrate. When the two spears faced each other, he frowned slightly. He was relieved when he saw Weimar was still on the horse.
Weimar dodged the powerful spear of the Mountain by turning sideways. His own spear attack was also in vain. He hurriedly changed sides and turned his horse's head to fight again.
The Mountain turned around much slower. He grabbed his mane with his big hand. The horse neighed and turned around reluctantly. At this time, Weimar had already killed him, with his shield in front of him. The spear pierced into the gap left by the shield when the Mountain turned around.
The Mountain took a hard blow, and Weimar's spear was instantly broken, but the Mountain seemed to be very experienced. He leaned back in advance at the moment when the spear pierced, and the effect of Weimar's heavy blow was immediately halved.
The Mountain chuckled disdainfully and swung his shield. Weimar tightly protected his head and blocked the blow with the shield. He hurriedly tried to turn his horse to make room and turned back to get the spear.
The opponent would not miss this opportunity. The spear swung at Weimar's helmet. In an instant, Weimar turned sideways and clamped the horse's body, hanging himself on the side of the warhorse. The spear only slightly swept the helmet, which was not a big deal for Weimar.
There was a burst of exclamations on the scene. Robert watched the competition intently. Grand Maester Pycelle rarely came and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a wet towel.
Weimar's agile body immediately showed his advantage. He shook off the Mountain and accurately took the squire's spear. He turned around and stopped, breathing heavily, but he did not hesitate for a moment because he had survived the disaster. He rode his horse again. He knew very well that facing an enemy of this size, he could only rely on the impact of the horse to get a certain chance of winning.
The Mountain did not think much about it. The warhorse slowly stepped forward, and Weimar was only one shot away from him again.
There was no exclamation in the audience. They held their breath and watched this moment. Weimar's shield fell out of his hand and the whole person fell into the air. The Mountain seemed to be leaning back too much. The horse under his crotch continued to speed up and kept shaking its body, trying to throw the Mountain down. The Mountain lost its support in mid-air and landed right after Weimar fell to the ground.
Weimar seemed to think that he had lost the duel and lay on the ground without getting up.
The Mountain cursed angrily, and the servant quickly handed him the giant sword. He drew out the long sword and strode forward.
"Weima! Stand up!" Attis stood up and shouted directly. Weimar's two brothers Robert and Anda also stood up and looked at the field nervously.
"Fight on foot!" The referee seemed to be deliberately slow.
Weimar reacted and staggered to his feet, but the giant sword had already chopped down.
He rolled over to dodge, and the attendant hurriedly threw the long sword to Weimar. Weimar caught it steadily, rolled over and jumped up, and slashed at the giant sword with the long sword. "Bang!" The power of the Mountain was like an elephant pressing down on him. Weimar couldn't resist the blow at all. In addition, he was hasty to deal with it, and was knocked away again. But surprisingly, he still held the sword tightly.
The Mountain strode forward.
The shadow of the giant sword once again covered Weimar's body. Weimar evaded it nimbly and slashed with the long sword, but was blocked by the Mountain's giant sword. The Mountain suddenly knocked forward with his strength, and Weimar's lower body staggered again. The Mountain's giant sword slashed from bottom to top.
Weimar fell to the ground and the sword fell off his hand.
Giant swords followed one after another.
"Whoosh!~" The sound of arrows sounded from the stands.
The huge arrow accurately hit Moshan's sword blade, causing him to lose his stability. Weimar hurriedly escaped, "I surrender!", he shouted.
The audience was drowned in cheers, most of which were the carnival of gamblers.
Attis was holding a giant bow. Everyone was also attracted by this scene. Compared with most bows and arrows, this giant bow was too big. The bowstring vibrated slightly and the sound was slightly swaying. The arrows shot were even bigger. It took a long time to draw the bow. What kind of power?
A discordant voice sounded, "Breaking the rules of the competition. Doesn't Sir Attis not understand what the rules are?"
Cersei Lannister, the Prime Minister looked at the queen who spoke out with a sullen face, and even suspected that the Lannister mad dog in the Mountain was the knight sent by Cersei to target the Vale.
But this discordant voice was once again drowned out by the voices of the people, "Eagle of the Vale! Eagle of the Vale!" "Attis Arryn! Attis Arryn!"
Cersei's eyes became gloomy again, and she muttered, "King's Landing seems to have become the property of these little eagles. The prime minister is Aylin, and there are blue robes everywhere in the valley. This disgusting Attis appears in King's Landing." Stealing the limelight.”
Robert obviously heard what the queen said, and he immediately said: "Seven levels of hell!" He spread his hands and looked helplessly at the prime minister aside.
The little finger hidden at the end of the stand smiled and looked at the growing eagle in front of him, thoughtfully.
Renly stood up and applauded, leading the crowd in shouting "Eagle of the Vale".
Stannis also looked at Attis with admiration, but continued to keep a straight face and maintain his dignity.
Magic Mountain was silent. He looked angrily at Attis with his bow raised on the stage, pushed away the approaching attendant, and strode away.
Seeing the angry Mountain, Cersei smiled with satisfaction. She glanced towards Attis, stood up disdainfully, and took Prince Joffrey away from the high platform. When passing the Prime Minister, she deliberately said: "I hope your eldest son He will be so majestic in the next encounter with the Magic Mountain.”
Before the Prime Minister could say anything, Robert's palm had already been waved and slapped Cersei on the face. Cersei's screams resounded throughout the audience. The people looked at the stands as if they were laughing. Cersei grabbed Joffrey's hand angrily. , left quickly, James followed her.
"Lannister!", said Robert in disgust.
Cersei quickly returned to the stand, and Jaime followed behind with a look of helplessness. She even said viciously to Robert: "I really want to see your little eagle lose its wings!"
The Prime Minister is obviously used to speeches made by such political idiots, and he shrugged indifferently.
But Stannis obviously couldn't tolerate it. "Queen, please be careful with your words. The Arryn family is the guardian of the east of the kingdom and cannot threaten loyal ministers." He still said to Cersei with a straight face.
Renly rarely agreed with Stannis, "The common people are laughing at us, and besides, that big mad dog may not be a match for the eagle in our valley."
"Isn't it? I will bet on Attis in the end, in the name of the vassal of the valley." Littlefinger's words also sounded appropriately.
In the ladies' stand, little Rose Margaery Tyrell was chatting affectionately with the 6-year-old princess Myrcella, "Will Sir Attis fight that monster in the next game?" Myrcella said softly. A soft voice sounded.
"Yes, my princess." The smile on Little Rose's face did not diminish, and her stunning appearance made Myrcella want to get close to her.
"It's terrible. Will Jazz win?" Myrcella covered her mouth in fear.
"Of course, princess, Sir Attis is an eagle, and eagles are not afraid of monsters." Little Rose stopped smiling for the first time and looked at the stands with a little worry.
Attis approached his father, "Be careful. If something happens on the field, the Kingsguard will deal with it immediately.", his father said to Attis.
Attis nodded. He called Angei, who was already impressed by his archery skills, and got off the platform, dressed in armor, and prepared to compete.
When walking down the field, Weimar was sitting in front of a tent, with Robert and Anda sitting next to him.
"Attis!" Weimar saw Attis coming and shouted worriedly, "Be careful!"
Attis shook his blue cloak and said, "Don't worry, I'm the Valley Eagle."
"Damn it, he got it again." Weimar muttered, but still had a worried look in his eyes.
Robert said softly to Weimar, "Brother and I have discussed that once there is a change on the field, the Valley Knights will immediately go up to reinforce."
Weimar nodded knowingly.
The wind raised the flags on the field, and Attis rode into the field on his horse against the wind. The horse's hooves raised dust, and the blue tassel on the competition lance shook. His handsome face was matched with handsome armor. He pointed a single gun at the ground and stood aside.
Magic Mountain still held the horse tightly, lowered his spear slightly, and cursed: "I want to eat roasted eagle today."
"You need fire to roast you. Do you want to chop off your giant crane to bring down the fire for you?" Attis, instead of being irritated, said with a smile.
The angry and ferocious face of the Demon Mountain opened up. He raised the front legs of his war horse and galloped over.
Attis pranced slightly, the horse speeded up slightly, and he adjusted his breathing to maintain the rhythm.
Everyone on the field was silent, and the tense atmosphere was roasting everyone like a hot furnace. The sun also opened its curious eyes, and the sun shone brightly on the earth.
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