Chapter 333 Rega’s End

The whole audience exclaimed and watched intently.

Cole, who was riding a white horse, continued to charge. The orange shield dotted with black dots on the orange base held tightly in his other hand was smashed to pieces, and the wooden lance tip broke.

Behind him, the dark war horse raised its head and neighed, running desperately.

Cregen staggered on horseback and fell on the isolation fence, being dragged forward passively by the horse.

The shield with the direwolf's head painted on it in his hand was intact, the wooden lance was broken into two pieces, and a dent was poked out of the shoulder armor.

Fortunately, he hasn't fallen off his horse yet, and he still has the strength to fight.

On the platform above, Rhaegar smiled and watched with interest.

When the two war horses clashed before, the young and energetic Cregen was aggressive but not defensive, and aimed at Cole's abdomen, intending to win with one blow.

Cole was experienced and had only one weapon left in defense to counterattack the opponent's shoulder armor with his lance, almost knocking him off his horse.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, twisted the ring on her finger, and murmured: "Kor is very skilled, as brave as ever."

Rega was startled when he heard this, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "Cole still wants to return to the palace to serve, so you should leave him some way out."

"Hmph~"

Rhaenyra turned her head, picked up the dessert on the table and put it into her mouth.

Rhaegar smiled, reached out to hold her hand, and continued to watch the contest.

Cole was once Rhaenyra's white knight, and it was no secret in the court that Rhaenyra had admired him since she was very young.

Ever since he became crown prince, Rhaenyra had gradually become distant from him.

After the death of Harold, the previous Captain of the Kingsguard, Cole elected a new Captain and turned his allegiance to his father.

Rhaegar would not be stupidly jealous.

The duel in the arena continues.

Cregen raised his elbow and hit the guardrail, supported his fallen body, and pulled the reins to steady the restless horse.

With his composure and coping strategies alone, he is as good as half of the best veteran knights.

Dang clang——

The players on both sides changed positions, the referee sounded the gong, and the second charge began.

The squire provided a new wooden lance and shield. Cregan and Cole looked deeply and their horses collided again.

Cole's strategy remained unchanged, holding a shield in one hand to block, and a gun in the other to aim at the opponent's breastplate.

Kraken had a bow on his back, his eyes were as cold as a hungry wolf hunting prey, and his lance was poking in mid-air.

Click——

The two war horses passed each other, and the two knights tilted to the outside, and the wooden lances in their hands were shattered.

"What a brave young man!"

Viserys, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly stood up and applauded repeatedly.

Otto's face seemed to be affected by something, but he also joined in the praise: "The Starks of the North have always been courageous."

The wonderful scene just now was clearly visible to the whole audience.

Knowing that he was inexperienced, Cregen pressed his upper body against the horse's back and thrust his wooden lance straight into his opponent's shield.

Cole did not dare to resist, so he raised his lance and struck each other with the opponent's lance to avoid being knocked off his horse.

After a round, both sides were shaken by the impact and almost fell off their horses.

"Xu~~"

The charge became more and more fierce. As soon as the squire sent two lances, the two knights who were steadying their figures collided again.

Click——

Different response, similar result, this time it was Cole's turn to shatter the lance.

The young Stark is indeed powerful, and his strength is slightly stronger than that of the young and powerful Cole.

Bang bang bang...

There were several more battles, and both of them remained undefeated at the cost of broken lances.

Rhaegar couldn't help smiling and shared his joy with Rhaenyra: "If the two of them continue to fight, Harrenhal's lance reserves will be used up."

"The treasury under the Widow's Tower has been emptied?" Rhaenyra held a red grape in her lips, pretending to be innocent.

The smile on Rega's face faltered, and he said angrily: "We can't move it. There is still one third left."

He had robbed the world-famous Luojiale Bank, and the gold there would be enough for him to spend decades after cultivating three thousand fearless people.

The premise is that we can no longer carry out big actions such as building Harrenhal, expanding the Mushroom Collection, and building competition grounds that waste people and money.

While chatting, the winner is about to be decided on the fighting field.

Cregan and Cole clashed eight times in a row, breaking several lances and shields respectively. The duel was unexpectedly brutal.

Such a wonderful competition has already aroused the emotions of the audience to a climax. Their faces were red with excitement, and they cheered for the favorite players.

The ninth charge was launched.

Cregan straightened his waist and clamped the horse's belly, sweat dripped from his forehead under his visor, and he couldn't help but panting.

After all, the disadvantage was that he was still young and his overall physical fitness was not fully developed.

Cole was also sweating profusely, staring at his opponent with his eyes fixed on his opponent, gritting his teeth and insisting on running wildly.

He no longer wants to be stationed on the deserted Bloodstone Island. He wants to return to King's Landing through this tournament.

After Rhaegar and the Royal Council unanimously approved, it was decided to select a Kingsguard from the tourney, and the news had already spread to the seven great nations.

Cole is here for this.

The black horse and the white horse charge each other, and the light and shadow are intertwined and separated.

boom--

Kraken, who was wearing old plate armor, was stabbed in the lower ribs. He immediately became unstable and fell off his horse.

Cole stabbed hard, knocked down his opponent, and galloped to the finish line on his white horse.

"Well done!"

"Well played..."

"..."

The winner was decided, and the crowd cheered loudly. It was as chaotic as a market in Flea Bottom.

The Unsullied, wearing black armor, ran into the arena, bringing with them attendants and maesters.

After checking that Cregan's injury was not serious, he put him on a stretcher and quickly took him away.

Cole lifted his visor and spread his arms excitedly, enjoying the excitement of the audience.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the king and Rhaenyra who were sitting firmly on the high platform.

Unfortunately, Viserys and Otto were laughing and celebrating, seemingly winning the bet.

Rhaenyra drank tea boredly, and her figure was blocked by Rhaegar, who was wearing black armor.

…

The warm-up is over and the main meal begins.

Rhaegar, who had been preparing for a long time, stood up, lowered his head and kissed the back of Rhaenyra's hand, and chuckled: "Don't you want to say some words of encouragement?"

Bo!

Rhaenyra hugged her neck and retorted, her eyes overflowing with warmth, and she solemnly said: "Come on, don't get hurt."

"The person who hurt me hasn't grown up yet."

Rhaegar hugged her tightly and walked off the platform with a smile.

After a while.

Rhaegar appeared on the contest field riding a silvery white horse, holding a lance and shield.

The obese referee beat the gongs and drums and shouted excitedly: "Let us celebrate the wonderful end of the last great battle and welcome Prince Rhaegar of the Targaryen family, the Breaker of Shackles, the Maker of Ashes, and the heir to the Iron Throne!"

Rhaegar held his helmet in one hand and raised his lance in the other, looking around the audience with bright eyes.

The audience applauded loudly, and many aristocratic ladies leaned on the guardrail to cheer and wave garlands in their hands.

It was the custom of the tourney for the knight to receive an encouraging garland from a lady when he entered the arena.

After being lucky enough to win the championship, the knight will receive a wreath of love and beauty, which can be given to the person of his choice.

Seeing that the atmosphere was only going up but not down, the obese referee turned red in the face and shouted: "Prince Rhaegar is about to choose his first opponent!"

A row of tall knights wearing armor and riding horses has been prepared on one side of the isolation fence, all of whom are potential opponents for the crown prince.

Amidst the cheers, Rhaegar put on the ferocious dragon-headed helmet and rode up to a dozen knights.

The knights wear helmets, and their faces cannot be seen. They can only tell which family they belong to from the family emblems on their armor and shields.

Rhaegar glanced around, and from left to right there were bow hunters, roaring lions, green towers, blue, green and red stripes...

After a circle, he took a fancy to a sturdy knight with a thick waist and a shield painted with a crowned stag.

The reason is simple. There are no men in the Baratheon family, and the other party is probably one of the illegitimate children who came with them.

Rhaegar planned to teach him a lesson for selling dog meat with a sheep's head.

"Ahem..."

As soon as he raised his lance, the knight in shining armor with three-color stripes on his shield coughed muffledly, and his gray-blue eyes hidden under his visor stared at him coldly.

Rega glanced away and rode up to the opponent.

Just by looking at the three-color striped clan emblem, he recognized the other person as Leonor's eldest son, the current commander of the capital guard.

Bonebreaker - Harwin Strong.

Rega pointed the tip of his spear at him and said calmly: "Do you want to be my opponent?"

"What an honor!" Harwin's face was solemn and his voice was cold.

Rega was surprised and didn't understand why the other party was so hostile, so he readily accepted: "It's you."

The referee hurriedly cheered: "In the first round of competition, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen chose the eldest son of the Hand of the King, Harwin Strong the Bonebreaker!"

On the high platform, Viserys smiled and turned to look at Leonor behind him.

The meaning is obvious, watch how my eldest son beats your eldest son.

Leonor's face was dull, and he lowered his head and sat upright without saying a word. It looked like he was full of things on his mind.

On the competition ground, the players prepare individually.

Rhaegar rode around the dividing fence and headed for the open space below the high platform.

As he passed a corner, he caught a glimpse of Tormund in a black and white robe from the corner of his eye.

Tormund's eyes were deep and he tilted his head to indicate the situation in the arena.

Rhaegar was suspicious and speculated about what happened. It was probably related to Harwin.

After the shocking sight, Rhaegar rode to the bottom of the high platform, looked up at Rhaenyra who stood proudly, and said with a smile: "Where is my garland, hurry up and give me the blessing of invincibility."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him and said happily: "Wait, I'll get it."

Rhaegar waited obediently, raising his wooden lance high, waiting for the moment when the wreath would be put on.

At the same time, sitting on the ladies' seat at the front of the high platform, Janey, Margery, and the three ladies from the Four Storms were all watching him.

"Hiss..."

A sharp dragon roar suddenly sounded, and a light blue dragon shadow appeared over the competition field.

Rhaegar looked up and saw a pretty girl with silver-gold curly hair sitting on the saddle of Menghuo's silver-backed scales.

With the opening scene of Glutton and Syrax, Dreamfire didn't cause too much panic.

It flapped its light blue wings and gradually landed on the top platform where Syracuse had previously landed.

Helena was dressed stunningly, with a red lining, a sleeveless black coat, and matching black trousers and moccasin boots.

She doesn't look like a pampered princess, but she looks like a heroic dragon knight.

"Brother, I'm here to cheer you on."

Helena climbed down the dragon's back with quick hands and feet, and ran forward happily carrying a white garland.

Rhaegar tilted his head, maintaining his usual kind smile.

I have been staying with Rhaenyra recently, and I haven’t seen Helena for a long time.

At first glance, the different outfits are almost unrecognizable.

Helena is 13 years old. She has continued to practice swordsmanship in the past six months. Her height has increased rapidly and her growth has gradually matured.

The original cute appearance has a bit of girlish charm.

Rhaegar raised his lance a little and declined, "No, this is the position reserved for Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra happened to come over, holding a red wreath in her hand, and said with a chuckle: "Don't come here yet."