The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

In the first game, Green easily dismounted the Knight of the Twins.

In the second game, his opponent was Lord Renly.

When Lord Renly entered, the audience cheered loudly.

Green took the lance with one hand and asked casually: "You also like Lord Renly very much?"

The golden robes are "omnipotent", and they also mobilized some people to assist in the competition, such as handing lances to participating knights.

The young man in golden robe in front of him had served under Green for a period of time when he was hunting in the royal forest.

From time to time, the young man in gold robes' eyes drifted to the direction of Duke Renly in the distance, and his voice was full of reverence: "Yes, Lord Green!"

Seeing Green holding the lance steady, he withdrew his hand and said, "Duke Renly is very kind to us. He is a good man."

Green nodded his chin slightly. Lord Renly could talk cordially to no matter whether he was talking to a noble lord or a lowly maid.

Green showed a smile: "Unfortunately, I can't be merciful."

The young man in golden robe hesitated for a moment and then said cautiously: "Can you be gentler?"

"Go ahead."

With a clang, Green pulled down his visor and urged his horse to the starting line at the edge of the field.

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Lord Renly wore dark green armor made of stainless steel, and an antler helmet with two gorgeous antlers shining in gold.

The horn of the competition sounded, woo woo woo woo woo.

The two sides clamped down on the horses' bellies almost at the same time, and the horses galloped forward, causing the ground to shake.

Green leaned forward, his blue cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds fluttering.

Lord Renly stared at the oncoming opponent through the gap in his visor. He was very experienced and had adjusted his condition so that he could stab his lance at any time.

Ta-ta-ta-ta... good time! Duke Renly was about to attack when he was suddenly hit hard in the chest and almost flew backwards from his horse... with a loud thump, he hit the ground heavily.

hiss! The audience gasped after hearing this.

Green took off his helmet, shook his hair, and prepared to circle the court as usual to receive the warm cheers of the audience.

Oooo!

Seeing Lord Renly getting up from the ground, the whole crowd cheered for him...King Robert's youngest brother was always popular with everyone. He took off his helmet and held it in his hands before gracefully bowing to the stands, and the cheers became even crazier. .

Earl Green became the ignored winner.

He felt the wind direction, spurred his horse, and rode upwind near Lord Renly, raising a large cloud of dust.

Cough, cough, cough. Lord Renly, who was enjoying the cheers with his eyes closed, was attacked by the dust and couldn't stop coughing loudly.

There were many people laughing around, among which King Robert's voice was the loudest.

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In the royal stands, King Robert laughed heartily. He loved to see people he knew well being embarrassed.

King Robert picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, exhaling happily.

"Ned, this guy is pretty good."

With a bang, he put down the wine glass and said: "Renly, this idiot, didn't come out quickly when he lost, but stood there like a winner. As a result... haha, he met a young man who didn't care! "

Duke Eddard glanced at Queen Cersei on the other side with a proud smile on her face.

"This is what young people look like."

"Haha, how wild we were at his age. I remember Jon was worried all day long."

What a wonderful memory... Lord Eddard smiled.

Queen Cersei took a sip of summer red and sneered. Since she likes to recall the past so much, she should try to send him to reunite with old acquaintances as soon as possible.

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In the afternoon, Green's gun first shot down the hired knight wearing a plaid cloak, and then stabbed the hound Sandor off his horse.

Jaime's record was also very impressive. He easily defeated Ser Anda Royce and Lord Blaise Cullen of Dorne like a horse show, and then won a fierce battle with Ser Barristan for several rounds.

Gregor Clegane, nicknamed the Mountain, was nearly eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as small tree trunks. His mount was like a toy horse under his armored feet, and the lance in his hand was like a broom stick. He just defeated one opponent after another, and almost every person who was unsaddled was seriously injured.

The Knight of Flowers entered and exited three times, first defeating three Kingsguards, and then faced off against the younger brother of the Royce brothers. His family talisman seemed unable to withstand the bravery of the Knight of Flowers. Roba, who was dizzy and unable to move, was carried back to the camp on a stretcher.

The hoofbeats of war horses rumbled, and the jousting contest lasted all day, trampling the land of the contest into a dilapidated wasteland.

In the end, only four people were left: Lord Grimm Kleb, Ser Jaime Lannister, Ser Loras Tyrell, and Ser Gregor Clegane.

By this time the moon had long risen and the people were tired, so King Robert announced that the last three games of the lance competition would be held tomorrow morning, followed by team melee combat and archery competitions.

Everyone went to the riverside to attend the banquet of the tournament.

In the camp, six astonishingly large yaks were slowly turning on the barbecue spit, and the chef next to them was busy applying butter and spices until the meat was roasted to a crispy texture and overflowing with fat. A large dining table and benches were set up outside the tent, and the tables were filled with beets, strawberries and freshly baked bread.

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The minstrels sat in front of the king's tent, letting their beautiful music flow into the dusk. A juggler tossed flaming sticks in the air. The king's jester, the Moon Boy, dressed in colorful clothes, danced on stilts and taunted everyone present, and his clever tongue made everyone laugh.

Sansa and Septa Mordane were placed to the left of the king and queen. When Prince Joffrey sat down on her right hand, she felt like a deer jostling in her heart.

Joffrey's hair shone like real gold. He wore a dark blue doublet with two rows of golden lion heads embroidered on it, and a slender crown of gold and sapphires on his forehead.

Sansa felt that Joffrey was as heroic as the prince in the ballad, and she was completely fascinated.

With an elegant smile inside, Joffer lowered his head and kissed the back of Sansa's hand.

"Dear Lady Sansa, you are so charming."

Sansa's heart seemed to sing at Joffrey's tender praise.

Sansa pursed her lips and smiled, trying to look serious...she wanted to appear polite and calm in front of Joffrey.

Sansa and Joffrey talk about the Tourney.

Sansa straightened her waist and said, "Prince Joffrey, who do you think will be the champion of tomorrow?"

"My Uncle James, of course."

Joffrey's expression was full of confidence, and he continued: "In a few years, when I can enter the tournament to participate in the tourney, I will clean up everyone. Miss Sansa, I will personally bring you love and Beautiful queen’s flower crown.”

Suddenly, Sansa felt that she had completely fallen in love with Joffrey.

Joffrey looked at Sansa and raised the corners of his lips. He raised his hand, called the waiter to bring a pot of summer red, and poured a cup for Sansa with his own hands.

Sansa didn't need to drink to be intoxicated by the magic of the night. She was fascinated by the prince of her dreams.

Meanwhile, delicacies were being served, including a thick barley venison soup, a beet salad sprinkled with nut shavings, a spinach and plum salad, and honey-garlic poached snails.

Sansa had never eaten snails, so Joffrey taught her how to scoop the meat out of the shell and fed her her first sweet bite himself.

Next came the roasted trout sealed in clay. Joffrey walked over and pried open the hard covering of clay himself, cut a piece from the part that only Queen Cersei deserved, and put it on Sansa's plate with a smile.

Joffrey combined all the courtesy and chatted with Sansa all night, making Sansa laugh with compliments one after another.

In addition, Joffrey shared trivial gossip in the Red Keep with Sansa, and explained to her the moon boy's jokes, etc. In the end, she forgot all the etiquette she had learned, leaving only laughter... …Ah, tonight is so wonderful.

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The next day, morning.

After Lord Eddard walked into the tournament venue with King Robert, he walked through the crowd and walked to sit next to his daughter.

Septa Mordane was feeling unwell today, and Lord Eddard had agreed to accompany Sansa to watch the final battle of the jousting championship last night.

Lord Eddard looked around, but didn't find his youngest daughter, so he asked, "Where is Arya?"

Sansa said obediently: "Father, my sister has gone to Jon's side..."

Wuwuwuwuwuwu, at this moment the horn of the competition just blew, and Sansa's attention immediately turned to the competition field.

The first game of the day was Green versus Jaime. He appeared on the field first and saluted King Robert from a distance on his horse.

James entered the arena riding a blood-brown war horse covered in gold-plated ring armor. He himself was glittering with gold from head to toe. He also blew kisses to the ladies in the stands from time to time.

Green: "..."

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Green and James rode to the edge of the field and stopped their horses. As the horn sounded, the two horses began to run at full speed.

With a bang, the blood-brown horse lost its owner. It ran away to eat grass alone... The shining golden James rolled in the mud.

Green walked around the field to accept the cheers of the crowd, and James got up in embarrassment on the dirt and left.

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Sansa grabbed her father with her little hand and said excitedly: "Father, Lord Green is so powerful!"

Duke Ed felt pleased when he saw Green riding his horse around the field. He smiled and said: "He is very flexible and powerful."

Duke Eddard saw clearly that just when the Kingslayer was about to thrust out his lance, Green's lance hit his opponent's chest first.

Eddard thought of his eldest son...Robb was also very good with a lance, so he and Green should be able to chat well.

"Father, who do you think will win the championship? Can the Knight of Flowers defeat Earl Green?"

Wuwuwuwuwuwu, the trumpet sound of the knight's entrance came to mind again.

Loras's mount was a beautiful gray mare, so nimble and swift that Ser Gregor's great stallion neighed at the scent of it.

Loras flicked his feet, and the gray horse jumped left and right like a nimble dancer. He pulled off the reins and the horse ran towards the starting line on the other side.

Sansa was relieved to see Loras resolve the problem easily.

She glanced worriedly at Sir Gregor, who was as tall as a giant mountain, and said, "Father, don't let Sir Gregor hurt the Knight of Flowers."

Duke Eddard patiently explained: "Don't worry, Sansa. They are using jousting lances. They will break into pieces when they collide, so no one will be hurt."

After saying that, he looked at Sir Gregor who couldn't control his mount and frowned slightly... He heard that when King's Landing fell, the seventeen-year-old Gregor was with Duke Tywin. Although he had just become a knight, he was already tall because of his height. Famous for his size and unparalleled ferocity.

Some people say that it was Gregor who smashed the infant Prince Aegon Targaryen to death on the wall. They also said that he later raped the infant's mother, Princess Elia of Dorne, and finally killed him with a sword. Kill her.

Lord Eddard did not remember speaking to Gregor, but Gregor had fought with him along with thousands of other knights when he put down Balon Greyjoy's rebellion.

He did not easily believe rumors, but the rumors related to Ser Gregor did not seem to be groundless... Some people said that he was about to get married for a third time, and there were all kinds of horrific rumors behind the deaths of his first two wives.

It is said that his castle is an eerie place, with servants missing inexplicably and even dogs afraid to enter the hall. Moreover, his sister died mysteriously when she was young, his brother was injured by fire, and his father died in a hunting accident.

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The horse screamed and neighed, stamping its feet and shaking its head. The mountain viciously kicked it with its steel-armored feet. The horse stood on its hind legs, almost throwing him off.

Ser Gregor pulled the reins and ropes for a long time, and finally brought the horse to the starting line at the edge of the field.

The horn sounded, and the Magic Mountain had just started to move, but the horses under its legs were galloping forward violently, while the little mare of the Knight of Flowers sprinted as smoothly as silk.

The Demon Mountain twisted the shield and stabilized it, adjusted the spear, and tried hard to make the disobedient horses run in a straight line. Suddenly... the Knight of Flowers was approaching, and the attack with the tip of the spear was just right. In the blink of an eye, the Demon Mountain fell down.

The body of the magic mountain was really too big, so it also pulled the horse down, and the armor of the man and horse rolled into a ball.

The field suddenly erupted with cheers, cheers, whistles, gasps of horror, and excited murmurs.

The Knight of Flowers reined in the reins across the field, not even breaking his lance. When he lifted his mask and smiled, the sapphires all over his body flashed in the sun, and all the spectators were crazy for him.

In the middle of the field, Mo Shan finally let go of the reins and stirrups, and stood up angrily. He suddenly pulled off his helmet and threw it to the ground. Mo Shan's face was gloomy and full of anger.

The Mountain roared at the attendant: "Bring me the sword!"

The little attendant held the long sword and hurriedly ran forward to hand it to him. At this time, the fallen horse also stood up.

Mo Shan slashed his mount with a sword. The force was so fierce that it almost chopped off the horse's head. The cheers on the field instantly turned to screams.

The horse screamed and knelt down to death, and the Demon Mountain strode towards the Flower Knight on the other side, holding the bloody sword.

Everything happened so fast.

The Knight of Flowers also shouted for his sword, but the Mountain pushed his squire away and reached out to grab the reins of the gray horse.