Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 16 Tournament (6)

Jaime Lannister, who has always been arrogant, frowned when he saw Attis provoking Barristan, and his shock was palpable.King Robert was the first to stand up and applaud, holding the Hand of the Queen and cheering there.His father looked at Attis with relief, and his other hand was mechanically waved by Robert. Everyone seemed to have been accustomed to the king's lack of etiquette and majesty, and kept cheering for the winner.

Barristan got up from the ground in embarrassment, and his attendants rushed to help him.He took off his helmet with both hands and raised his head to look at Attis who was receiving praise and cheers from everyone.

"You have grown up and become more skilled." Barristan calmly accepted the attendant wiping his face with a wet towel, and he said to Attis with a smile.

Attis dismounted and responded politely: "Just luck, Ser Barristan."

Barristan shook his head helplessly, "It doesn't have to be like this, Attis." He turned around without saying a word, and the attendant followed behind him. The white helmet and sword in his arms shook, and the prostrate war horse cheered up. He staggered to his feet and consciously accepted the attendant's leash.The two men and one horse left the scene with the cheers of the crowd, chasing the final shadow.

The winner returned to the field, and Angai quickly handed him a glass of cold water. Attis did not refuse and drank it all in one gulp.He has to rush to the stands, the next game is Weimar.

After a short rest, Weimar rushed onto the field. When he saw his opponent, his face was obviously stunned.The huge body was on horseback, and the huge helmet covered half of his face, revealing a pair of terrifying eyes that seemed to stare at the dead.

"Magic Mountain." Attis's heart was in his throat.I had only heard of its bad reputation in the past, but seeing it today was simply inhuman.

The referee did not panic, but encouraged the crowd, "Ser Gregor Clegane from Fort Clegane!" He opened his hands to the people watching in the stands, and his sharp voice was annoying.

"Kill that short man!" "Everyone bets on you to win, Magic Mountain!" Many of the people watching bet their golden dragons on Magic Mountain, and immediately put pressure on Weimar with words.

Weimar took the spear calmly, protected his face with a mask, tied the shield tightly, raised the spear slightly, lowered his body, and the horse gradually stopped making noise.The horse under the Demon Mountain staggered. Its huge size may not have an impact on the success or failure of the joust. He suppressed the horse under him dissatisfiedly and walked forward crookedly.

"The jousting! Start!" The referee's flag suddenly waved.

Weimar stabilized his horse and chose the slow speed increase he was most familiar with.

Magic Mountain obviously did not have this habit. He suddenly pulled the horse, causing the horse to hurt and immediately ran away.

The huge difference in body size made Artis concentrate on him. He frowned slightly when the two guns faced each other, and he was slightly relieved when he saw Weimar was still on the horse.

Weimar turned sideways to avoid Magic Mountain's spear, which was as powerful as breaking a bamboo. He raised the spear and missed it even when he hit it. He hurriedly turned his horse's head and mounted his horse to fight again.

Mo Shan's turn was obviously much slower. He grabbed his temples with his big hands, and the horse roared loudly before turning around reluctantly. At this time, Weimar was already killing him, with the shield standing in front of him. The spear looked at Mo Shan again when the shield moved. Plunge into the gap.

Moshan took a hard blow, and Weimar's spear shattered instantly. But Moshan seemed to be very experienced. The moment the spear penetrated, he leaned back in advance, and the effect of Weimar's heavy blow was immediately halved.

Mo Shan chuckled disdainfully and swung his shield. Weimar tightly protected his head to block the blow with the shield. He hurriedly wanted to turn his horse to make room and turned back to get the spear.

The opponent would not miss this opportunity and threw the spear at Weimar's helmet. In an instant, Weimar clamped the horse sideways and hung himself on the side of the horse. The spear only slightly touched the helmet. For Weimar, It's no big deal.

There was a sudden exclamation in the scene. Robert watched the contest intently. Archmaester Pycelle made a rare visit and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wet towel.

Weimar's nimble body immediately showed his advantage. He swung across the magic mountain and accurately obtained the attendant's spear. He turned around and stopped, gasping for air. However, he did not hesitate for a moment because of the aftermath of the disaster, and rode on the horse again.He knew very well that facing an enemy of this size, he could only gain a certain chance of victory with the help of the impact of the horses.

Magic Mountain didn't think much about it. The war horse moved its hoofs slowly, and Weimar was only one shot away from him again.

There was no exclamation in the audience. They held their breath and watched this moment. The Weimar shield was released and the whole person fell into the air.The Magic Mountain seemed to be leaning back a little too much, and the war horse under its crotch continued to speed up and kept swinging its body, trying to throw the Magic Mountain down. The Magic Mountain lost its support in mid-air, and it happened to land after Weimar fell to the ground.

Weimar seemed to think that he had lost the contest and lay on the ground without getting up.

Mo Shan cursed angrily, and the attendant quickly handed over the giant sword. He drew out the sword and strode over.

"Weima! Stand up!" Attis stood up and shouted directly. Weimar's two brothers, Robert and Anda, also stood up and looked at the field nervously.

"Fighting!" The referee seemed to be deliberately slow for half a beat.

Only then did Weimar react and staggered to his feet, but the giant sword had already been slashed down.

He turned over to avoid it, and the attendant hurriedly threw the long sword at Weimar. Weimar caught it steadily, turned over and jumped up, slashing the giant sword with the long sword, "Bang!", the power of the magic mountain was like a mighty elephant pressing down on him, powerful. Ma simply couldn't withstand the blow, and due to his hasty response, he was knocked far away again, but surprisingly, he still held the sword tightly.

The magic mountain arrived in stride.

The black shadow of the giant sword once again spread over Weimar's body. Weimar nimbly dodged it and slashed horizontally with the long sword, but was blocked by the Demon Mountain giant sword. The Demon Mountain suddenly knocked forward with its strength. Weimar's lower body staggered again, and the Demon Mountain giant sword The sword slashed from bottom to top.

Weimar fell to the ground and the sword fell off his hand.

Giant swords followed one after another.

"Whoosh!~" The sound of arrows sounded from the stands.

The huge arrow accurately hit the Magic Mountain's sword blade, causing him to lose his stability. Weimar hurriedly escaped, "I surrender!", he shouted.

The audience was drowned in cheers, mostly from the carnival of gamblers.

Attis was holding a huge bow. Everyone was also attracted by this scene. Compared with most bows and arrows, this giant bow was too large. The bow string vibrated slightly and the sound was slightly swaying. The arrows shot were even bigger. It took a long time to draw the bow. What kind of power?
A discordant voice sounded, "Breaking the rules of the tournament. Doesn't Ser Attis not understand what the rules are?" Cersei Lannister, the Prime Minister, looked at the queen who made the sound with a sullen face, and even doubted the Lannister of the Magic Mountain. The mad dog is the knight sent by Cersei to target the Vale.

But this discordant voice was once again drowned out by the voices of the people, "Eagle of the Vale! Eagle of the Vale!" "Attis Arryn! Attis Arryn!"

Cersei's eyes became gloomy again, and she muttered, "King's Landing seems to have become the property of these little eagles. The prime minister is Arryn, and there are blue robes in the valley everywhere. This disgusting Attis appears in King's Landing." Stealing the show.”

Robert obviously heard what the queen said, and he immediately said: "Seven hells!" He spread his hands and looked helplessly at the prime minister aside.

The little finger hidden at the end of the stand smiled and looked at the growing eagle in front of him, thoughtfully.

Renly stood up and applauded, leading the crowd in shouting "Eagle of the Vale".

Stannis also looked at Attis with admiration, but continued to keep a straight face and maintain his dignity.

Magic Mountain was silent. He looked angrily at Attis with his bow raised on the stage, pushed away the approaching attendant, and strode away.

Seeing the angry Mountain, Cersei smiled with satisfaction. She glanced towards Attis, stood up disdainfully, and took Prince Joffrey away from the high platform. When passing the Prime Minister, she deliberately said: "I hope your eldest son He will be so majestic in the next encounter with the Magic Mountain.”

Before the Prime Minister could say anything, Robert's palm had already been waved and slapped Cersei on the face. Cersei's screams resounded throughout the audience. The people looked at the stands as if they were laughing. Cersei grabbed Joffrey's hand angrily. , left quickly, James followed her.

"Lannister!", Robert said in disgust.

Cersei quickly returned to the stand, and Jaime followed behind with a look of helplessness. She even said viciously to Robert: "I really want to see your little eagle lose its wings!"

The Prime Minister is obviously used to speeches made by such political idiots, and he shrugged indifferently.

But Stannis obviously couldn't tolerate it. "Queen, please be careful with your words. The Arryn family is the guardian of the east of the kingdom and cannot threaten loyal ministers." He still said to Cersei with a straight face.

Renly rarely agreed with Stannis, "The common people are laughing at us, and besides, that big mad dog may not be a match for the eagle in our valley."

"Isn't it? I will bet on Attis in the end, in the name of the vassal of the valley." Littlefinger's words also sounded appropriately.

In the ladies' stand, little Rose Margaery Tyrell talked cordially with the 6-year-old princess Myrcella, "Will Sir Attis fight that monster in the next game?" Myrcella said softly. A soft voice sounded.

"Yes, my princess." The smile on Little Rose's face did not diminish, and her stunning appearance made Myrcella want to get close to her.

"It's terrible. Will Jazz win?" Myrcella covered her mouth in fear.

"Of course, princess, Sir Attis is an eagle, and eagles are not afraid of monsters." Little Rose stopped smiling for the first time and looked at the stands with a little worry.

Attis approached his father, "Be careful. If something happens on the field, the Kingsguard will deal with it immediately.", his father said to Attis.

Attis nodded. He called Angei, who was already impressed by his archery skills, and got off the platform, dressed in armor, and prepared to compete.

When walking down the field, Weimar was sitting in front of a tent, with Robert and Anda sitting next to him.

"Attis!" Weimar saw Attis coming and shouted worriedly, "Be careful!"

Attis shook his blue cloak and said, "Don't worry, I'm the Valley Eagle."

"Damn it, he got it again." Weimar muttered, but still had a worried look in his eyes.

Robert said softly to Weimar, "Brother and I have discussed that once there is a change on the field, the Valley Knights will immediately go up to reinforce."

Weimar nodded knowingly.

The wind raised the flags on the field, and Attis rode into the field on his horse into the wind. The horse's hooves raised dust, and the blue tassel on the competition lance shook. His handsome face was matched with handsome armor. He pointed a single gun at the ground and stood aside.

Magic Mountain still held the horse tightly, lowered his spear slightly, and cursed: "I want to eat roasted eagle today."

"You need fire to roast you. Do you want to chop off your giant crane to bring down the fire for you?" Attis, instead of being irritated, said with a smile.

The angry and ferocious face of the Demon Mountain opened up. He raised the front legs of his war horse and galloped over.

Attis pranced slightly, the horse speeded up slightly, and he adjusted his breathing to maintain the rhythm.

Everyone on the field was silent, and the tense atmosphere was roasting everyone like a hot furnace. The sun also opened its curious eyes, and the sun shone brightly on the earth.

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(End of this chapter)