Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 15 Tournament (5)

"Littlefinger, it is indeed him.", Attis thought to himself.The archery tournament had come to an end, and Ser Balon Swann proudly accepted King Robert's perfunctory verbal reward and rode the fine horse of the Stormlands around the playing field to accept the praise of the crowd.

Attis was not interested in this. Sir Balon was one of the few nobles in this archery competition. The sophisticated longbow gave him the conditions to perform long-distance archery far better than others, and the extremely finely designed short bow It is a good helper for his short-range and rapid shooting. It is reasonable for the Jazz to win the championship.

The young man Attis saw earlier had not yet left the competition venue, and the homemade short bow in his hand was being tightened continuously. He found himself, holding his head high, staring at the eagle beak pin on Attis's cloak, and then looked at Looking at the blue-robed Aylin soldiers behind him, he patted the dust on his clothes, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Attis liked his gaze, which had an energy that he had never seen before.Although it was somewhat similar to Weimar's dissatisfied look when he was repeatedly crushed by him in martial arts competitions, the young man's feeling about him was completely different from Weimar's.

"You want to participate in the archery competition, why don't you sign up." Attis said.

The young man stopped and turned around in confusion. He saw that although Attis was wearing cloth armor, he still had the exquisite appearance of a nobleman. He said disdainfully: "Of course you don't understand why." He didn't intend to take care of himself. , continue to move forward.

Attis roughly understood this kind of look, it was the kind of look that showed a commoner dissatisfied with a noble lord.

"Can you tell me?" Attis remained polite and approached the young man.

The young man turned around and said two words impatiently, "No money."

Attis was stunned. He was now confused, "As long as you show your identity in the tournament, you usually don't ask for money. This is the rule." After saying this, he understood the twists and turns.

The young man's disdainful eyes were immediately clear, and he looked at Artis with disdain, "Are you the young master Aylin who was so popular? Let me see your family armband."

Attis did not respond to this embarrassing question and said directly: "Those in charge of archery competitions for civilians will charge money, right?"

The young man looked at Attis as if he were a fool, half-smiling but not smiling, "How dare they accept the money from the noble master?"

Attis responded to his gaze with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Angei, what's wrong, Lord Aylin?" The young man looked at Attis provocatively and even whistled.

The man in blue robe behind him suddenly drew out his sword and put it on An Gebo's neck, "Sir, I can kill him with one sword."

An Gai straightened up in an instant, gasping for air, looking down at the sword body that glowed white.

Attis pressed his hand slightly, and the blue-robed sword disappeared from Angebo's neck.Angei was slightly relieved, and he looked at Attis with fear.

"Are you confident in your archery skills?" Attis said provocatively, imitating Ange's previous tone.

Angei raised the short bow to his chest, his face darkened, "No one can compare with me, Lord Aylin."

"You met today." Attis reached out and took the short bow in his blue robe. The delicate blue stripes looked particularly bright in the sunlight.

Angei looked enviously at the short bow in Attis's hand, but quickly restrained himself. "Anyone can brag, let's compare?" Angei took the initiative to walk to an open space. He seemed to have arrived at his home court. He confidently raised the short bow in his hand and looked at Attis with a proud look. .

Attis came to him and asked: "How to compare?"

"I'll go first, you learn a little bit." An Gai stepped forward confidently.

He opened his bow and nocked an arrow, "The first arrow hit the bull's-eye." He shot an arrow and hit the bull's-eye.

Then he quickly opened his bow again, and the two arrows were connected. "Both arrows hit!" The two bull's-eyes hit again. The wind shook slightly and made a concussive sound.

"The last arrow." An Gai smiled slightly and pointed his bow to the sky, "Ai Lin, this is art, the art of the young man in front of you, the art of arrows." An arrow was shot out with a "swish", the sun was dazzling, and everyone Looking at the sky, he didn't see where the arrow was going.

"Hahahahaha!" The blue-robed man's laughter did not affect Angai. He only saw Angai smiling confidently, looking at Attis, counting with three fingers, "Three, two, one! Right in the middle!", moving his fingers. Aiming at a target in front, the arrow fell, hanging low from the sky and hitting the bull's-eye.

Like an actor in a theater, An Gai bowed gracefully to everyone.The blue robe suddenly lost its voice, and they looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.

Attis also looked at this scene as if he were appreciating art, and he was the first to applaud.

An Gai was very proud. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "It's your turn, Ailin."

Attis handed his short bow to the blue robe, walked up to An Gai, "I promise it's fair, I'll use your bow." An Gai frowned, confused, but still handed the short bow to him. Gave it to Attis.

"The noble master likes to put on airs when shooting arrows." Attis smiled and stepped forward, opened his bow wide, put three arrows on it, and stood still, as if taking aim.

"Ha!" An Gai laughed secretly from the side.

The blue-robed man looked at his young master nervously, feeling blocked in his heart. He was not sure whether the young master could perform more amazingly.

Attis felt the slight movement of the air, and the sunlight floated on the surface of the arrow, turning golden powder.

He squinted slightly, and everything around him seemed to be still. The "buzzing" sound of mosquitoes, the noisy voices, the nervous swallowing of the blue robe, and Ange's chuckle were all rejected by Attis. , pupils shrank, and the figure of a mosquito flapping its wings slowly was captured instantly.

After being still for a few seconds, the arrow shot out.

None of the arrows hit the bullseye.

"This is your archery skill, isn't it?" An Gai chuckled and approached him disdainfully.

Attis turned around with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, Ange." He approached the target, Ange followed curiously, and the blue robes moved to follow closely.

Each tightly tied arrow only slightly penetrated into the target. An Gai took a closer look and saw that every arrow had "buzzing" mosquitoes flapping their wings, and their wings were fixed on the arrows.

An Gai was silent. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, "This is impossible."

"Seeing is believing." The blue-robed man muttered before Attis. "Thank you for your thin arrows. You gave me this opportunity to use them. The workmanship is very good." Attis replied. He guessed that Angei made such thin arrows in order to practice the skills he just showed.

An Gai remained silent. He turned away, sighed softly, stretched out his hand, "Give me back the bow."

Attis did not return it to him, but asked: "Where do you practice these archery skills."

An Gai replied impatiently: "It's none of your business."

"You are a genius, Angei. You just need some training and you will become even more powerful." Attis said.

Ange looked at Attis, his eyes seemed to be red, "Damn it! What a shame!" He covered his mouth and tried to snatch his short bow, but Attis easily dodged it.

"I won't give you a short bow." Attis smiled proudly.

Angei looked at him in shock. He was accustomed to the rules of the green forest and did not expect Attis to be such a rogue.

"You! You don't deserve to be a noble!" Angei became anxious. He pointed at Attis and cursed angrily.

Attis pretended to be helpless and shook his head. He said bluntly: "Don't you look down on the noble lord? There is no question of whether he is worthy or not. They are just nothing."

An Gai took a deep breath, "You have no honor, you!"

Attis was happy, "You can take away your bow, but you must first defeat me and follow me to do things."

"Why!" An Gai said angrily without considering the benefits he would get from being recruited by a big noble.

"You said no one can match your archery skills, but you lied, didn't you? Where is the honor." Attis smiled.

An Gai was stunned and looked at Attis in disbelief.

"As long as you defeat me, you can take the short bow." Attis said, "And since I am the only one in Westeros who can defeat you in archery, you can only learn this skill from me, no. Follow me and you will never defeat me.”

"And there will be rumors in the streets in the future that An Gai, who claims to be unparalleled in archery, is actually a parallel importer." Attis added.

An Gai was angry, "I'm not a parallel import, it's just... I'm just not as good as you for the time being!"

"How do you prove your archery skills just now? Follow me and you can prove it at any time." Attis said flatly.

An Gai was silent again.

"I will give you fifty silver deer every month.", Attis said.

"Okay." An Gai replied directly without any hesitation. "I mainly want to learn archery.", he added hesitantly, as if he wanted to appear more honorable.

Attis smiled and nodded.

An Gai changed into the appearance of an Aelin soldier, with a blue cloak behind him, but instead of heavy plate armor, he chose light and well-fitting exquisite cloth armor.

And this interlude was quickly overwhelmed by the grand jousting event the next day. There were people everywhere, knights in uniforms, and attendants carrying knights' equipment.

Attis raised his spear and broke the opponent's shield with ease, causing a knight from the Reach to fall under his horse.He raised his shield and enjoyed the cheers of the crowd.

The familiar white knight Barristan stepped off the platform, King Robert clapped his hands and applauded, his father danced happily, and Queen Cersei, who seemed to have no intention of watching the game, stared at him with a rather vicious look.

Attis didn't pay attention. The next match he faced was his old acquaintance Barristan, Captain of the Kingsguard. He had to work hard to ensure respect for this great knight.

"Ser Attis Arryn from the Eyrie!", the referee pointed with his hand, and everyone cheered, and "Eagle of the Vale!" came like a wave of people.

"Kingsguard! The great legendary knight! Ser Barristan Selmy!" The crowd cheered even more fiercely than when Attis came, and their fanatical eyes stared at the two knights confronting each other on the field.

This matchup is what everyone is most looking forward to. There are countless people who have grown up listening to Ser Barristan's stories since they were born, and the same goes for 16-year-old Attis.

One is the legendary White Knight, and the other is the recently most popular Valley Eagle. The bets on this game even exceeded [-] Golden Dragons.

Barristan nodded slightly to himself and put on his mask, his handsome white helmet and white armor shining brightly.

Attis wore a blue robe and raised his spear slightly, suppressing the horse beneath him.

"Start!", the referee only gave an order, and Artis immediately took action. He did not choose to accelerate slowly and sprinted over in an instant.Barristan did not panic. He speeded up slightly and pointed his spear forward, as if he just wanted to rely on the power brought by sprinting to win.

The two horses crossed each other, and the spears hit each other's shields steadily, shattering with a sound.

"Second shot!"

Attis quickly took the spear sent by Angui, grabbed the horse's hair, and attacked instantly.

Barristan turned around and slowed down, then galloped forward. The two spears met. Attis pushed slightly to the side. Barristan's spear missed the air and he was hit in the chest.

"Alas." Barristan sighed softly, and his body fell into the air.

The sound rose instantly, "Valley Eagle! Valley Eagle!"





(End of this chapter)