Chapter 70: Lance Duel

Prince Daeron was frustrated because his request to participate in the tournament was rejected due to the joint opposition of Sir Mond and Prime Minister Otto, as well as Viserys and Alicent. He could only sit behind Prime Minister Otto and the king, waiting for the start of the tournament.

"Have all the lances and other weapons participating in the tournament been checked?" In the tent outside the arena, Steward Amor asked the representatives of the blacksmiths and horsemen of Midsummer Hall expressionlessly. Volantis does not have the tradition of knight tournaments in Westeros. The nobles of Blackwall prefer the arena duels in the Slaver Bay, where slave warriors fight people or animals on the bloody sand in exchange for food and glory. So Amor was almost new to knight tournaments. He didn't understand why the tournament had to use lances that broke at a touch, unsharpened weapons, and even chain hammers and maces had to be wrapped in thick protective cloth.

But his caution helped him, at least now there were no problems.

"Everything has been checked, sir." The representative of the blacksmiths was the silver-haired Shufu. His superb skills were enough to support him to become the next representative of the King's Landing Blacksmith Guild, and he could represent the blacksmiths to meet the king in the throne room. After arriving at the Summer Hall, he quickly stood out and became the representative of the blacksmiths together with another Volantis blacksmith.

"Our people guard all the weapons that the contestants will use day and night." Shufu said: "All the participating knights must take weapons from our warehouse, sir, the warehouse is guarded by sixty Unsullied. Except for me and the blacksmith Gaimon, no one can bypass them." Shufu tried to describe their efforts in elegant language.

Yamor nodded slightly and handed a bag of silver deer to Shufu.

The same was true for the horse herders. Hoffa Lawbreaker was ordered to send a hundred cavalrymen of the Silver Blood Army. These knights who were familiar with war horses checked all the war horses together with the Dothraki boy Ago.

The war horses that had been fed with medicine, the mares and stallions in estrus were all eliminated, and their owners were driven out of the arena.

This made those who really wanted to gain glory in the arena cheer.

Boys were not allowed to play, whether they were the queen's children or the princess' children, and as the organizers of the event, Longzel and Valar also gave up the opportunity to play.

"Hehe, if you have time to fight with swords, it is better to speak with dragon flames." This was a poem sung by a bard who tried to please the patriarch of the Vareses family decades later, but the strict and rigid silver dragon sneered at it.

"My uncle just didn't want this game to be too suspenseful." That's what the prince said. Although people knew about Valar's bravery, they obviously preferred fictional stories.

However, Valar, who was actually in the audience of the arena, was not very comfortable. He sat between his brother and his wife, with Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alisson behind him. The two former besties have now turned against each other, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the entire audience, but the king turned a blind eye to it. For him, it was a great victory to let his wife and daughter sit together without fighting.

"Mund, how is it going?" Earl Hobart Hightower lowered his voice and asked softly at the stairs leading to the audience. Sir Mond shook his head: "Varezes is too strict, and the things we prepared for Prince Aegon can't be used at all."

"The golden dragon doesn't work either?" Hobart was a little anxious. Mond was also a little furious: "If the golden dragon worked, the things we prepared would have been put into storage now."

At this moment, Longzel's voice also echoed in the arena with flying flags.

"This tournament will set up two queens of love and beauty, and the final winner will also crown the two queens." Longzel's voice echoed in the ears of every knight at the entrance. "One for the jousting and one for the group jousting. I will wear a crown woven with flowers and laurel leaves for my wife Diana. My knights Aslan Longdel, Sebastian Jieyan, Hoffa Lawbringer, Earl Donald Tarly of the Tarly family, and our young Ser Alan Tarly will serve as defenders of my wife. You need to knock them all down before you can take the laurel crown off my wife's head."

Five fully armed knights rode on horses and slowly entered the venue. Donald Tarly wore a barrel helmet with a hunter with a bow on it. The earl wore beautiful plate armor with his coat of arms engraved on his chest with enamel.

The remaining four knights all wore the standard plate armor of the Silver Blood Army, and their helmets were decorated with silver dragons.

"My sister-in-law, Rhaella, will be the Queen of Love and Beauty in the group tournament. Ser Clement Celtigar and my knights Lynn Valtarken and Gunthor Ravenfire will lead a team of seven to defend her crown. If you want to win, defeat them."

Longzier's voice suddenly rose.

"The champion of the jousting will receive a Valyrian steel giant sword." Longzier nodded to the side, and Jacaerys ran to the door on the other side and took the big box that was almost as tall as him from the guard.

It was a giant sword decorated with carvings of two knights on horseback, and the blade was engraved with blood-red stripes.

"Seven Gods."

The same voice rang out throughout the jousting arena. Everyone looked at the giant sword with fiery eyes.

"Adrian! Tywin!" Lord Jason Lannister stood up from his chair and ran to the railing to shout at the Westerland team outside the arena.

The two knights also took off their masks with ardent eyes. One of them is the heir of the Tarbeck family, eager to win the praise of the lord and the people, and the other is a branch of the Lannister family, but is valued by Jason because of his martial arts.

"Bring that sword back to the family! Adrian, Tywin, no matter who of you wins, just bring it back to the family, land, title, gold, I will give you whatever you want!"

"Don't worry, Lord Duke." Adrian shouted confidently: "If possible, I would like to marry my sun, Miss Tishara Lannister."

"I will personally witness your marriage!" Duke Jason shouted. "Bring that sword back."

"I will, my lord." Ser Tywin Lannister responded solemnly: "I will bring back another 'Light Howl' for the Lannister family."

The same conversation happened throughout the tournament, especially among the mercenary knights and the proletarian knights. A Valyrian steel sword meant too many things.

"The champion of the group competition will also receive a Valyrian steel dagger and a reward of three thousand golden dragons." Longzell announced the remaining rewards. "The champion of the archery competition will receive a reward of five thousand golden dragons. If the champion has not been named yet, I will immediately make him a knight."

The sound fell and the ribbons exploded.

The knights entered the arena in order and began to choose each other's opponents.

The Kingsguard were also present. These white knights attracted the attention of everyone as soon as they entered the scene, especially a man wearing black dragon plate armor.

"Criston Cole." Prince Damon rode forward and lightly tapped the white knight's breastplate with the lance in his hand. "Come on, let me see if you have grown over the years?"

The white knight captain silently mobilized his horse and slowly came to the audience.

The eyes of the old people on the stage suddenly lit up. Viserys let out a long sigh. Several nobles who had participated in the tourney when Queen Emma was giving birth all expressed their feelings when you looked at me and I looked at you. Made a strange expression.

First round charge.

The lances of the prince and the captain were both broken. The prince turned the horse's head hard and replaced it with a new lance.

"Christon, you have regressed!" the prince roared, raising his lance and hitting the white knight's breastplate hard, but his own breastplate was also hit by Christon's lance.

The two people looked up at the sky on horseback almost at the same time.

The first person to adjust was Christon Cole. The white knight decisively threw away the broken lance and launched another charge.

Prince Daemon took a step slowly.

The lance broke, and Damon held on to the reins hard to keep from falling, but Christon was riding steadily this time.

"It's you who are old." The White Knight Captain said coldly.

Another round of hedging, this time both sides were not so lucky. The lance exploded with a bang, and the two men fell off their horses almost at the same time.

"Apply for foot combat!" Damon got up from the ground without hesitation, rushed to the attendant, drew out his iron sword, and angrily rushed towards Christon who took out his mace. Of course, this sword is not the Dark Sister.

The hammer and sword met, and the two shields collided with each other.

"That's it again." Queen Allison commented expressionlessly. Princess Rhaenyra said not a word, and there seemed to be a thick wall between the two women.

"Brother, who will win?" Valar twirled Long Zell's arm.

"We can't even win." Long Zell narrowed his eyes and gave his answer. "Prince Daemon is holding back his energy, but he is old. Ser Criston is still fierce, but his skills seem a bit rusty."

Click.

The shields of both sides were shattered at the same time. The mace shattered Daemon's shield and fell on the prince's breastplate. The prince's sword was also pressed against the throat of the white knight captain.

"If my sword was the Dark Sister, you would be dead." Damon suddenly remembered what he said back then, and now that he said it again, it still had a strange meaning.

"If I had used my own hammer, you would have died too. This is what I said back then." Christon replied unceremoniously.

In this game, neither side won, so both sides can still stay on the field.

The knights came on stage one after another, and the sound of broken lances was heard endlessly.

"Where's Rey?"

It wasn't until Marquis Forrest Frey used three lances to knock Sir Adrian Tarbeck off his horse that Layla suddenly noticed something.

The uncle beside her disappeared.