Astartes of the Bear School

160 Chapter 159. Laughing Robert
The field of group competition is a huge fence.

The ground is a bit sticky black soil texture.This piece of land had already been trodden by the horseshoes of the knights' tournament yesterday, and after tens of thousands of people had a one-night carnival, it became very loose.

It is suitable for a big mix of team competitions.

So putting the group competition after the knight competition is also a common sense after the custom of the tournament in Westeros has been held for so long.

The fence is only half the height of a person, and those who want to exit during the battle can exit as long as they can squeeze to the edge of the field, and turn over to avoid unnecessary casualties.

But today, the championship reward of up to [-] golden dragons made everyone think that an extremely bloody match would probably take place today.

Ed Stark sat on the high platform that the king just passed by. The high platform was full yesterday. Today, Stark's family members, as well as the queen and her attendants who were scolded by the king, were missing. It's a lot more spacious.

Petyr Baelish sat next to Ed with an apologetic face, and explained to him again that he had caused this situation because he didn't understand the king's temper.

The attitude is sincere and sincere. If Ed hadn't seen through him earlier, he probably would have commented like this.

The cheers of the crowd roared like the tide.

Robert Baratheon, on this occasion, put on his temporarily enlarged armor again.

The black iron color is the main color, and on the head is a helmet like an iron barrel, with flamboyant and ferocious antlers mounted on both sides.The smock of the armor is khaki.

With his huge body and huge armor and antler helmet on his head, Robert's appearance alone can make many people tremble with fear.

The attendant in charge of opening and closing the fence was just dumbstruck.

After Robert entered the door, he directly closed the fence gate.

Lane, who was following Robert, pouted, walked to the edge of the fence and supported it with one hand, the hem of the cotton armor of the Higher Bear School armor drew a smooth arc in the air.

The direct movement turned smoothly.

Few people present noticed this scene, and among those who noticed, few knew the weight of Lan En's armor.

Robert's two-handed warhammer was half his height, and the huge and ferocious hammer head made people can't help but imagine the scene after it hit the human body.

There is a place in Westeros called Ruby Beach.

The origin of the name is not because of the rich rubies here, but because during the Reaver's War, Robert's warhammer fell on the ruby-encrusted breastplate of Prince Rhaegar at that time.

Prince Rhaegar was a powerful knight recognized by the Seven Kingdoms at that time, but Robert's hammer directly smashed the thickest and strongest breastplate in the whole set of armor!

Prince Rhaegar died on the spot, and the ruby ​​on his chest was broken into small pieces. It is said that someone still picked it up in that beach.

There is nothing wrong with saying that Robert was a first-class knight and warrior in the Seven Kingdoms at that time.

But now, as a king, he stepped into the pit of fighting and fighting again after he had stopped for more than ten years.

—and be intoxicated by it!
"Suck! Awesome, awesome."

As everyone watched, Robert raised the sledgehammer in his hand.The palm holding the long pole opened and closed endlessly.

"What are you waiting for? Let's start! Let's fight! Let's fight! For your golden dragon! If anyone dares to walk around me today and doesn't attack me, I will melt the gold and sink you in! Haha! Hahaha!"

Under Robert's shouts, the expressions of those unseemly fighters and mercenaries in the arena gradually calmed down.

With the restraint of the Wang family in his mind, the desire for money and fame regained the upper hand.

Someone started panting heavily, someone started licking the corners of their mouths. Everyone's eyes looked like hungry wolves.

The king's words were the will, and the emcee of the game on the sidelines simply blew the trombone at hand.

After the beep——, the scene experienced a brief silence.

And then "HAH!!!"

The chaotic shouts and roars erupted!
A long sword slashed towards Lan En.

At this time, the young man was leaning against the fence, looking at the king not far away with his arms folded.

He didn't even look with his eyes when the sound of the wind whistling with the long sword sounded.

Just raising his head, the long sword that was originally slashing towards the top of his head was slashed in front of him.

Lan En stretched out a hand, and reached out with a "bass" to grab the opponent's sword hand. The opponent's struggle was weak to him.

He held the opponent's sword hilt, pressed it together with the opponent's own fist, and smashed it into the opponent's face!
"Boom!" With a bang, the mouth on the other side was already full of blood foam.

His eyes turned white, but he didn't fall down yet, Lan En didn't care, and hit him with two "bang bang" in a row.

The whole lower half of the man's face was already covered with a layer of blood, and his whole body was paralyzed.

Let go and let the first opponent fall naturally.Lan En stretched his back, straightened his body from the fence, and walked towards the center of the field.

Robert seemed to have an air of madness.

He enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention, even if he becomes the target of siege during the fight.

The frightening warhammer made a "woo-woo" sound in the air, and the next moment, with a "boom", a man dressed as a mercenary was directly smashed on the shoulder.

He was a serious high and low shoulder in an instant.Lying on the black ground gradually wet with blood, twitching and screaming.

"It's exciting! It's exciting! Haha!"

Robert threw his head back, dodging a blow to the helm, and took the blow with the vambraces on his hands.

The pain seemed to burst from the marrow of his bones, but it made him laugh instead.

The weight of the huge war hammer was rounded by him, whistling and sweeping across the head of the hammer holder!

Suddenly, a scene like a smashed watermelon appeared in front of everyone.

Tournaments in Westeros have never been sentimental. It is essentially an entertainment to show off the ruler's power to the people!

Blood and death are must-have footnotes!
Every time you kill an enemy, or every time you get hit by an enemy.Robert would laugh deafeningly with glee.

From the watching dais, Grand Maester Pycelle's old cheeks quivered, and Robert's body shook twice every time he laughed.

At the same time, he kept chanting the name "Laughing Storm" from time to time.

That was Robert's grandfather, Duke Baratheon, a contemporary of the legendary Kingsguard [Tall] Duncan.

He once set off a rebellion, calling himself "Storm King".A legendary knight of that era.

Robert's current appearance reminded the Grand Maester of the legends of the past.

And just when Robert swung his warhammer and was about to clear away all the enemies around him, he suddenly let out a scream.

"what!"

This voice made everyone's hearts rise to their throats.

But soon, Robert proved that he was no big deal.

"Armor-piercing dagger? Are you going to fight with this bitch's teeth-picking thing?"

On the field, Robert pulled out a pointed dagger that didn't go deep into the flesh from the armor joint on his back, and threw it to the ground.Laugh at the enemy.

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

In his battle circle located in the center of the field, the remaining seven or eight people all looked at him coldly, and tacitly took out armor-piercing daggers of the same standard from their pockets.

He understood in an instant. This is an assassination!

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