Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"Attis!"

"Eagle of the Valley!"

"Kill this vulture!"

"Come on, big guy!"

The crowd's voices reached a climax when Attis and the Mountain's spears collided, and the spears on both sides broke instantly. This time, Attis clearly felt the Mountain's power. He took the spear handed over by Ange calmly and quickly, lowered the tip of the spear again, and galloped on his horse.

The Mountain was still a beat slower, but his consciousness was not slow. With the help of his huge body, the degree of pressure from the spear was very deep, like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head, which seemed particularly oppressive under the impact of the warhorse.

Attis opened his arms slightly, and the Mountain clearly saw that Attis's shield did not completely protect his chest, and the gap appeared in an instant. He sneered fiercely, and was more determined to target, and the spear pierced through fiercely.

Seeing this, Attis suddenly retracted his shield and suddenly turned his body inward. The shield was hit hard, and the broken fragments flew out suddenly, and the shield also fell out of his hand. The Mountain's eyes widened. Attis was very close to him at this time, so close that Attis's sharp eyes stared at him clearly.

There was a pain in his chest, and the Mountain felt that he was separating from the warhorse. The sound of the lance on his chest breaking pierced his ears, and he fell down with a bang.

The moment the Mountain fell, the whole stadium was boiling, and the shouts of "Attis!" filled the entire stadium.

Attis did not cheer. He immediately dismounted, drew out the long sword handed by Ange, turned around, and the Mountain's giant sword was indeed clenched in his hand. He ran over in anger, roaring, "I will kill you with my own hands." The threatening words came out of the Mountain's mouth.

"Both sides started fighting on foot at the same time!" the referee said excitedly.

The Mountain didn't care about any tactical skills. Just like the time with Weimar, the giant sword suddenly slashed down from the sky. Ordinary knights would probably panic at this.

Atis dodged the sword sideways and sent the sword to the Mountain like an eagle attacking its prey. He gently touched the Mountain's face, and a bloody wound suddenly appeared, and blood flowed out.

"Ah!" The Mountain screamed in pain. He gave up the distance between him and Atis and rushed straight towards Atis with his physical advantage.

Atis was much more flexible than he thought. He slightly turned sideways and rolled on the ground to avoid it. At the moment he passed the side of the Mountain, the long sword lightly slashed again, and a bloody mark appeared on the Mountain's face again. ,

"Ah!" The Mountain swung the giant sword sideways, and the sharp sword edge scraped over. Attis quickly lowered his body and pointed the long sword forward. He found that the Mountain was covered tightly with plate armor all over his body. The most obvious thing that was not protected was his face. The Mountain did not wear a mask like himself.

The Mountain seized the opportunity and kicked forward. Attis did not dodge. He put the back of his sword under his body and rolled up with the help of the power of the Mountain's feet. With a gorgeous leap, he separated himself from the Mountain again.

There was another cheer in the stands, and King Robert even danced with joy, "Come on, little eagle! Haha!"

The Mountain was panting. These few actions just now were only in a moment, but his rhythm was completely controlled by Attis. He roared again in anger, dragged his sword forward, and waved the giant sword clumsily in Attis' eyes.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The Mountain regretted why he did not wear a mask. The wounds on his face appeared one after another, and blood covered his face and even poured into his eyes.

The long sword pointed at the completely changed face of the Mountain. Cersei's face on the high platform gradually climbed up with anger and a trace of shock. The Prime Minister had a good chat with King Robert. He used tea to cover his slightly shaking hands due to nervousness. Robert laughed at the Mountain's embarrassment without hiding it.

Littlefinger kept looking at the stands with his half-smiley expression. He said to Renly beside him: "It seems that our eagle of the valley has completely flown over this 'Mountain'. It's incredible."

"Isn't it? It's rare to see such a brave knight in the Seven Kingdoms, let alone the son of a duke." Renly looked at Artis with appreciation.

"It seems that Lord Renly likes our Ser Artis very much." Littlefinger said with a smile.

Renly did not deny it. He turned his head and looked at Littlefinger. "The knights of the Seven Kingdoms are brave. Isn't this the luck of the royal family?"

"Oh, Lord Renly, since this warrior of the tournament has appeared, I, the Minister of Finance, will give him my wallet." Littlefinger said without avoiding Renly's gaze.

Renly laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close after hearing this, and said to Littlefinger with a smile: "How could it be? There is no wallet of yours in the entire Seven Kingdoms. They are all wallets of the treasury, and they are my elder brother Robert's wallet, Littlefinger."

Littlefinger's expression did not change, "You are so scary to say this, my lord."

After that, the two of them laughed and pointed at each other and laughed.

Stannis was no longer interested in the situation on the field at this time, and looked coldly at Renly who was laughing in the front row, "Ser Artis is a brave knight, and the Mountain, a mad dog who ignored the laws of the kingdom but was not punished, finally got the punishment he deserved."

Renly knew that Stannis was mocking him as the Minister of Justice, "Everyone knows that Artis is a brave knight. As for ignoring the laws, forget it, Stannis, my good second brother, I don't want to say whose mad dog the Mountain is."

"As an important minister in front of the king and a member of the royal family, he turned a blind eye to the behavior of his vassal who blasphemed the laws." Stannis mocked.

Renly waved his hands impatiently, as if trying to get rid of all the bad luck on him.

Littlefinger drank the hot tea politely and even asked Renly if he wanted some.

Stannis also calmed down and looked at the situation off the field.

The Mountain lay on the ground in a mess, blood mixed with the mud on the field, and his eyes were full of blood. He waved the giant sword in his hand randomly, looking for Atis's trace.

Atis looked at the crazy Mountain indifferently, holding the long sword in his hand, aiming at the Mountain's face, ready to stab it.

"Enough!", the Hound next to Joffrey shouted, "You have already lost, damn bastard."

The Mountain screamed in pain, Atis's hilt was exposed in front of him, and suddenly hit him in the face, and the Mountain fell down and fainted.

His servants were so scared when they saw his scarred face that they dared not approach him. Finally, with the help of many people, they had no choice but to help the Mountain off the field.

"The winner is!" the referee said in a long voice, "Sir Attis Arryn from the Vale!"

"Eagle of the Vale! Eagle of the Vale!" The crowd could no longer hold back their enthusiasm and shouted.

The noble women also cheered, especially when Attis took off his mask and revealed his handsome face. The reserved Little Rose even half-carried the little princess Myrcella and cheered together. Attis smiled and took the crown made of flowers from the tournament, and rode to the side of the women's stand. The women on the stand lowered their heads to hide their red faces.

Attis walked in front of Margaery and smiled at Little Rose.

Margaery said, her eyes were particularly moving, "Princess Myrcella is the Queen of Love and Beauty named for this tournament, Atis, Ser."

Attis saw her hands tightly grasping the hem of her skirt, he smiled slightly and said softly, "Of course, my lady." He looked at Margaery and handed the crown to Myrcella in person. Princess Myrcella excitedly took the crown.

The tournament also ended with the soaring of the eagle.

King Robert's banquet was held under the high platform of the Iron Throne. Cersei sat on the high platform with cold eyes until the king announced the start of Joffrey's naming day banquet. Joffrey sat beside her in a gorgeous dress and smiled.

Attis went back and forth among the nobles of the River Reach. These ancient nobles of the River Reach, such as the Florent family, the Redwyne family, etc., their eldest sons and heirs always came up to him to talk intentionally or unintentionally, and some even talked about the geographical structure of the Eyrie in front of him. No matter how ridiculous it was, he responded with a smile, but the fire in his heart was gradually extinguished in the conversations, and he gradually lost his enthusiasm for attending the banquet.

He carried a wine pot and came to the window on the second floor alone, staring at the lights in the distance in a daze.

"This is a beautiful city."

Atis turned around and saw Garland of the Tyrell family.

"Sir Garland." Atis raised his wine glass helplessly.

Garland raised his empty hands, "Sir, I didn't bring a wine glass."

Atis smiled, and he answered Garland's previous words, "When you look at this city from a distance, King's Landing is always beautiful."

"You don't smell the stink, right?" Garland smiled, holding his beard.

Atis looked at Garland. His handsome face and well-groomed stubble made Garland look neither effeminate, which was despised by the knights of the valley, nor too casual and unkempt. The whole person looked much more heroic.

"Probably." Attis turned around with a smile and continued to look out the window.

"Sir, I haven't congratulated you on becoming the champion of the tournament yet." Garland looked at him sincerely.

Atis was used to hearing these words and wanted to perfunctorily, but his heart told him, "Maybe it's because you didn't play."

Garland took the wine glass handed by the waiter, poured a glass of wine by himself, lowered his head and raised the glass to him, "Too modest, sir."

"My sister likes you very much, sir." Garland took a sip of wine and said.

Atis smiled knowingly unconsciously, and Garland continued to drink calmly.

"I'm glad to hear this, Lord Garland." Atis spoke the truth this time.

Garland knew that he had taken a step closer to Atis, and he smiled and said, "I hope Margaret will be like this, with you." He was hesitant to speak.

Atis noticed this, but he didn't say anything.

"I heard that your father and my father discussed the marriage between your sister and you." Garland asked.

Atis affirmed.

"What a pity, my father was originally full of joy." Garland said regretfully.

It was hard for Attis not to be affected by Garlan's words, but there were more important things in front of him, and he didn't have much energy to talk about marriage.

"Sir Garlan, you seem to be quite sentimental." Attis said calmly, "Every family has its own problems, don't feel sorry."

Garlan saw Attis's eyes move to the other side, he looked forward, the Chancellor of the Exchequer was talking quietly with Stannis, Stannis's iron-like face had a trace of surprise.

Attis looked at his father, his father seemed to be too close to the nobles of the Riverlands, while the nobles of the Valley were left out in the sun, and the nobles of the River Bay shuttled back and forth in various places, seeming to be more at ease than the nobles from other regions.

He said goodbye to Garlan and walked back to the circle of the Valley.

Garlan leaned against the window, quietly looking at everything in the banquet, thinking to himself, "This is not sentimentality, the Eagle of the Valley, it's just the brother's worry about his sister's future."

I rewarded myself 100 points, so happy