Chapter 72 Battle between Uncle and Nephew

Longzel watched the choices in the field with interest. He could naturally guess who the two mysterious knights were. Aemond's martial arts were tempered by the Red Castle coach and the Kingsguard. Although he was not very old, he was already a rare warrior in the Seven Kingdoms. As for his younger brother, although his hand skills were not as good as his and Valar's, his horse skills were not bad at all. As long as he didn't encounter an opponent who had to dismount and fight on foot, there would be no problem.

The Green Fire Knight raised his lance and gently tapped Daemon's shield. Daemon raised his eyebrows, and his purple eyes seemed to be able to see through his true face under the visor. However, the prince didn't say much. He squeezed his legs and the warhorse carried the prince slowly to the wooden stake.

"Prince Daemon of the Targaryen family, fighting against the mysterious Green Fire Knight." The crisp drumbeats and the voice of the emcee announced the start of the game.

"Where's Aemond?" King Viserys stood up from his seat with some dissatisfaction. He hadn't seen Aemond for such a long time, and the king was a little worried that Aemond might have had some problems like his troublesome brother. "Alec, Lorent, have you seen Aemond?"

The two white knights who were responsible for staying at the venue and protecting the king looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Your Majesty, Prince Aemond said before that he was not feeling well, so he should have returned to the castle first." Alec Cargall said. He and another Kingsguard, Erik Cargall, were twin brothers. If they were not used to staggering their duty time, I am afraid that even the king and Christon would not be able to tell the difference between the two.

"No one escorted him?" The king frowned.

"Your Majesty, I should have escorted the prince back, but the prince refused." Lorent Marbrand's eyes flashed with a trace of panic. "The prince said he didn't need my protection. After I refused, he said he wanted to go to the toilet. I watched him go to the toilet in the arena before returning to protect you."

"You" The king immediately understood how his son escaped the White Knight's sight.

"What's wrong, dear?" Alison noticed that her husband's mood was not right after he stood up.

"Aemond is gone." Viserys said impatiently. Just at this time, Great Aegon staggered out from the stairs. The king stepped over Lord Loras Tyrell behind him and whispered to his eldest son: "Where is Aemond?"

Great Aegon spread his hands: "How should I know? I just came down from the arena and it hurts so much."

"Pah!"

The crisp slap instantly attracted everyone to look behind. Great Aegon covered his face and looked at Alison, who had not put down his slap, in disbelief.

"Alison, what are you doing?" Rhaenyra immediately stepped over Lord Beaumond's seat and grabbed Alison's arm. "The great nobles of the country are watching. Do you want to disgrace the royal family?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Alicent glared at Rhaenyra and stared at her son angrily. "Where is your brother?"

"I didn't do anything in the seven hells." Great Aegon raised his hands. "I just came down from the arena. How would I know where he went? I spent the whole afternoon preparing for the tournament."

"Your Majesty, Prince Aemond is downstairs." Longzel, who had seen enough of the show, pointed to the audience. This brought everyone's attention back to the arena. King Viserys stepped over Duke Loras again. This time he ran directly to the railing, panting and staring at the arena.

The tournament has entered the third round, and the Knight of Green Fire and Daemon have broken two lances each.

"Boy, you are too young." Damon raised the tip of his spear slightly and stabbed the chest armor of the Green Fire Knight fiercely, but the warhorse under his crotch wailed suddenly. It was also hit by the broken spear of the Green Fire Knight, and the scattered wood chips deeply penetrated the flesh of the warhorse. Seeing that his warhorse was injured, Damon immediately jumped off the warhorse, rolled on the spot and rushed to his servant.

So the two fell off the horse together, and the Green Fire Knight rolled in the sand in a mess before getting up nimbly and preparing to take the sword. But Damon had already taken the lead, holding the iron sword and walking over murderously, without any nonsense, first kicked the mysterious knight down, and then took off the prince's helmet.

The silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the sapphire artificial eye shone brightly in the sun.

"Seven layers of hell." Although he was mentally prepared, Otto still shouted this sentence in his heart, but his head turned quickly. A mysterious knight who had defeated many Kingsguards and famous knights, what a great gimmick. Thinking of this, the Prime Minister immediately waved his hand, signaling the bard who was waiting on the side to come over and stuffed a bag of silver deer into his hand.

"You know what to do." Prime Minister Otto said in a low voice. The bard nodded, indicating that he was familiar with this matter and guaranteed that he would hear songs praising Prince Aemond tonight.

"Daemon!" King Viserys shouted.

"I know." Daemon nodded to his brother and lifted Aemond up by his neck armor. "Boy, do you know how dangerous the arena is? Didn't you see the fate of those hedge knights before?"

He was referring to the several hedge knights who were bloodthirsty in the previous competition. One had his head smashed by a shield, one had his throat pierced by a blunt sword, and two unlucky guys had their eyes pierced by flying sawdust. When they were dragged down, they were already dead.

"Let me go, let me take the sword!" Aemond struggled hard, but he couldn't get rid of his uncle's hand.

"Be patient, nephew." Damon suddenly brought his nephew close to him. "If you die, it will be my brother who is sad. Now admit defeat and I will send you back to the audience. You have already earned enough glory for yourself."

Aemond glanced at his uncle angrily before reluctantly raising his hands to admit defeat.

The winner was also decided on the other side of the field.

Artis Royce and Sebastian Jieyan broke six lances and finally decided the winner. Sebastian was knocked off his horse, and in the foot battle, Attis took the opportunity to grab his throat first.

This drew cheers from the Vale Knights, and Attis celebrated with a satisfied lap around the field.

Lord Amos Bracken was defeated in a duel with Ilic Karghar, and they fought on foot to win. Unfortunately, the Earl of Red Horse was suppressed by the White Knight in foot combat. If it were not for the blunt sword used, Earl Amos might have been stabbed through the belly by the White Knight. I can only regretfully admit defeat.

The Knight of the Silver Crown shot down Ser Stephen Darklin. The unfortunate white knight was dragged several steps by his own horse and met the same fate as his sworn brother. The mysterious knight then faced off against Artis Royce.

The most intense showdown was between Kriston Cole and Aslan Rondel. The White Knight Captain and Ronzel's blood-sworn brothers fought for twelve consecutive rounds and broke nine lances, but none were separated. Victory or defeat, in the end, the two men, who were anxious, threw away their lances and chose to fight on foot to decide the outcome.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Cole's meteor hammer hit Aslan's shield like raindrops, and Aslan's sword also left white marks on Cole's armor.

"Brother, do you want to open the betting market?" Varal smiled and came over again. "The adults behind me just now placed bets. Do you want to come and play too?"

"Valar." Diana and Layla called Valar's name in unison.

"Bet?" Diana looked at Valar's bulging leather pocket suspiciously. "Who pays the principal? What are the odds? Who beats whom?"

Leila also said with some distress: "You can't spend money indiscriminately. Although the family is rich, there are too many ways to use money now."

"Uh" Valarr was at a loss for words. "Everyone is just having fun. Earl Bartimus and Earl Linman have just opened the betting market. Earl Linman also won twenty golden dragons from Earl Hobart Hightower."

"Who is everyone suppressing now?" Long Zell looked back at Valar's leather pocket.

"Queen Allison bet on Sir Kriston, she directly took out a hundred gold dragons, and then many others bet on Aslan. I also bet on Aslan's brother and Artis, in the valley and in the north. The one who defeated Attis won, and our people, as well as those from the Stormlands and the Reach defeated my younger brother. "

Before he finished speaking, the whole audience burst into deafening cheers.

Checking in for the first update, I would like to explain again that this book is a long novel that will run through the long timeline from the original "Dance of the Blood Dragons" to "The Usurper War", and the Varese family will also continue to fight for several generations. Over time, different distinctive characters will appear on the stage of history and ride on new or familiar dragons. Neither conquest nor domination can be accomplished in a short time. To eat well, you have to eat one bite at a time. Thank you all for reading. There will be five updates next Tuesday.