Chapter 70: The Knight of Green Fire and the Knight of the Silver Crown
"Ray?"
Valarr noticed his wife suddenly running to his side, whispering that Ray was missing, and only then did he realize someone was absent.
"Oh, him." Dragonzel raised an eyebrow. "He couldn't stand the boredom, so he disguised himself as a mysterious knight and entered the tournament."
"Huh?" Valarr grew anxious, leaning into his brother's ear and urgently saying, "He's only fourteen, and though his martial skills aren't bad, still…"
"There aren't many people on this field who can threaten him," Dragonzel said with a smile. "If there were any danger, I would have locked him in the Twin Towers long ago. Don't worry, let the little brother have a place to vent freely."
"You might as well let me go," Valarr said, a little disappointed, but his gaze immediately drifted to the next duel on the field. "Hofa! Go for it!"
The golden-eyed youth, Hofa, faced Ser Boros of House Baratheon.
"Are you from the Stormlands?" Boros immediately noticed the facial features of the expressionless youth: hair as black as raven feathers, and golden eyes.
Hofa took the lance without speaking, merely bowing to Boros as a courtesy. He lowered his visor. Gripping his lance, he aimed it at Boros's chest.
Boros laughed heartily, then lowered the visor of his antlered helmet and slowly spurred his warhorse.
Boom!
The lance broke. A majestic figure crashed to the ground.
The entire venue instantly erupted in cheers, because the one who fell was Ser Boros. This boy from House Varezes actually unseated the proud knight in just one round? This astonished everyone, except for the members of House Varezes.
Boros scrambled to his feet, somewhat disheveled, and rushed to his squire. "Good lad, request foot combat!" Boros took a battle-axe from his squire and roared as he charged at Hofa, who had taken up a spear.
The long-handled battle-axe swung down, only to be skillfully dodged by the boy. The spear in Hofa's hand was like a swimming snake, constantly twirling, yet suddenly darting out its head at the right moment to deliver a decisive strike.
"Good, again!" The spear struck Boros's breastplate, leaving a shallow white mark. Boros roared and swung his battle-axe again; this time it connected, but was steadily parried by Hofa's spear. Instead, the boy seized the opportunity to knock aside the battle-axe and thrust his spear into Boros's helmet.
Boros felt as if his head had been struck, buzzing for a while before he recovered. In that brief window, Hofa had already deftly struck several times at the joints of his armor.
"Seven Hells." By the time Boros came to his senses, Hofa had already pressed his padded spear tip against Boros's gorget. "You win, lad."
"I concede." Hofa maintained his expressionless face, bowing slightly as a gesture of courtesy before leaving Boros and returning to his position.
"Tsk." Boros took off his helmet, couldn't help but look at Hofa a few more times, but still couldn't make anything out. He could only sigh at House Varezes's truly capable individuals.
The next match was Aegon the Elder versus Ser Massen Waters, the White Knight. Aegon the Elder had previously unseated a mercenary knight and two knights of House Hightower, including Ser Monde Hightower himself.
That match was indeed fierce; both sides broke three lances, and it wasn't until the fifth round that Aegon the Elder thrust his spear into Monde's breastplate, unhorsing him.
Thud.
Upon entering the arena, there was only a single thud that startled the audience. By the time people reacted, Aegon the Elder was already on the ground, leaving only a White Knight with a look of disbelief.
He clearly remembered going easy.
Queen Alicent pounded the armrest, trying hard to control her expression as she looked at Princess Rhaenyra, while King Viserys laughed heartily. "Aegon is quite good, to have lasted this long. By the way, where's Prince Aemond?"
Just then, a knight wearing simple steel plate armor and carrying a shield emblazoned with a dark green flame entered the arena. The knight wore a full-face helmet, making it impossible to guess his identity.
"A mysterious knight!" the announcer raised his small flag. "Who will he challenge?" Before he finished speaking, the announcer's eyes suddenly widened. "He will challenge Ser Massen, our White Knight!"
The knight slowly spurred his warhorse, stopping in front of the White Knight who had just defeated Aegon the Elder. Massen looked at this knight with some confusion, and his eyes suddenly widened.
But there was no time for him to widen his eyes further; the announcer's urging voice to enter the arena had already come, so Massen could only take the lance and turn his horse to face the mysterious knight.
"Clang!"
The first round was without suspense; both lances broke, but neither man fell from his horse. The mysterious knight spurred his warhorse, immediately pulled a new lance from the ground, and, circling the wooden post, charged again.
His lance struck the White Knight's shield solidly, the tip exploding on the white shield. The enormous impact directly sent Ser Massen flying, and the White Knight was dragged by his warhorse for a distance before stopping. The White Knight's squires rushed onto the field to carry off the unconscious Massen.
Criston Cole looked at the mysterious knight thoughtfully, seemingly guessing his identity.
"Prince Aemond?" Valarr leaned on the railing, asking his brother and sister-in-law behind him with some uncertainty. Diana put down her ledger and shook her head. "I don't know, but this 'Green Fire Knight' isn't on today's list."
"Then it must be him, alas, another one," Dragonzel sighed.
Prince Aemond had just unseated another knight of House Piper, and Lord Forrest Frey was his next target.
This match was quite spectacular; both the mysterious knight and Lord Forrest Frey broke four lances, and it only concluded in the seventh round with Lord Frey being unhorsed.
Just as the Green Fire Knight was rampaging, the announcer's voice suddenly rang out: "Another mysterious knight! His opponent is Ser Tywin of House Lannister! Ser Tywin has charged! Alas, Ser Tywin is down!"
No sooner had the words fallen than the sound of a fall came from the other side of the arena. Ser Tywin Lannister lay on his back, breathing painfully.
The knight in black plate armor turned his horse. He also wore a full-coverage helmet, revealing no personal features. The only way to identify him was the silver crown on his equally black shield.
This "Silver Crown Knight" unseated three opponents consecutively upon entering, making it four including Ser Tywin. And the "Green Fire Knight" also secured his next victory.
White Knight Rickard Thorne was unseated by him. This White Knight broke five lances, but was finally unhorsed by a spear thrust from the mysterious knight.
The Green Fire Knight slowly rode toward the remaining contestants. Among Diana's five defenders, Lord Donald Tarly was unseated by Lord Urwin Peake, but Lord Urwin was immediately unhorsed by Sebastian. Meanwhile, Alan Tarly regrettably lost in a lance duel against another Alan, Alan Beesbury, although Alan Beesbury was soon defeated by Amos Brecken of House Blackwood.
Now there were still eleven knights remaining on the field: Lord Amos Brecken, Sebastian Jieyan, Aslan Longdel, Hofa the Law-Holder, Daemon Targaryen, the Green Fire Knight and the Silver Crown Knight, Criston Cole, Arryk Cargyll, and his sworn brother Erryk Cargyll, as well as Lord Artys Royce of the Vale. This young man from the Vale, wearing bronze armor, had unseated nineteen knights consecutively before finally stopping here.
The Green Fire Knight moved slowly.
He stopped in front of Daemon.
Tomorrow, updates will resume at normal times. Today's matters dragged on too late.
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