Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

"You're right, Sir."

Rhaegar was speechless, but that didn't stop him from looking down on the bloody contest.

Saying "I'm hungry" to Rhaenyra, he stood up and went straight to the banquet area.

Watching the unnecessary fighting made him feel unappetized, and he was in urgent need of some fruit to relieve his tiredness.

Eric shrugged and walked with him behind him.

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The charge session is over, there are still mounted shooting, melee, duel...

After rounds of exciting and bloody competitions, we entered the duel stage.

The rules are simple. Two people wear armor and hold weapons in an unlimited competition.

Until one party surrenders or dies.

Commonly known as one-on-one.

The first two duels are very exciting. The knights wield swords and hammers, and the scenes of gold and iron fighting are blood-soaking.

Because the armor's protection is excellent, it will only cause injuries at most, but will not cause disability or even death.

The people in the duel field are not fools.

They came here for honor and gold. Since they have shown their faces in front of most nobles in the country, why do they have to fight to the death?

As long as the fight is fierce enough, the nobles will cheer and win.

They couldn't tell whether it was a real fight or a show.

The third duel soon began.

On one side is Bart Hammer Knight from Iron Oak City in the Valley.

This knight is tall, rough-looking, wearing silver-grey armor, holding a warhammer in one hand and a shield in the other.

On the other side was a brown-skinned young man wearing light armor and holding a spear.

It is not difficult to see that it should come from Dorne.

It needs to be mentioned.

Although Aegon the Conqueror unified the Seven Kingdoms, the Dornish people have never recognized submission to the Targaryen dynasty and have been rebelling all year round.

It was not until a few years before Aegon I's death that Prince Martell of Dorne sent a representative and the two sides reached a reconciliation.

At this point, the war between the Targaryens and the Dornish people came to an end.

Of course, the war stopped, but the petty quarrels never stopped.

The fierce Dornish people often plundered the surrounding areas, causing trouble to the whole kingdom.

Looking at Dorne's face below, some interest finally arose in Rhaenyra's boring heart.

"Unexpectedly, a Dornish warrior will participate in this tournament."

Rhaenyra looked at Cole, who was guarding him, and asked curiously: "Who do you think will win?"

Cole laughed and said: "How can we tell the outcome before we fight?"

"It is said that the Dornish people are ferocious and good at fighting. They are barbarians who drink blood from their hair. Do you know whether it is true or not?"

Rhaenyra looked forward to it with interest.

The referee blew the horn and the duel began.

Bart hid his face under his helmet, waving his war hammer and pressing forward step by step, not daring to relax.

He had also heard the rumors about the Dornish people.

Brutal, ruthless...

He didn't dare to take it lightly. Who knew if the other party would be cruel?

In contrast, the Dornish youths were more natural. They were pacing back and forth with guns and naughts on their arms, provoking words: "Silly man, why didn't you go to the blacksmith shop to forge? Don't waste your broken hammer?"

As he spoke, he darted left and right dexterously, constantly exerting psychological pressure on the opponent.

Bart has never been on the battlefield, his psychological quality is inferior to others, and he cannot suppress his anger after being insulted.

"Brown-skinned monkey, I hope your head is as hard as your mouth and you don't get smashed by a hammer."

Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's jumps, Bart stepped forward, swung his warhammer and swept across the waist, his momentum like a rainbow.

The audience outside the venue watched intently, their eyes widened, expecting to see the exciting scene of blood splattering everywhere.

"Idiot, you are too slow."

The Dornish youth rolled on the spot and avoided the attack of the war hammer.

He spread his legs to stop rolling, raised his hand and pierced the weak spot at the joint of Bart's leg armor, causing blood to spurt out immediately.

"Ah! Damn the Dornish!"

The pain aroused Bart's blood, he roared angrily, raised the war hammer and struck it down again.

He would smash the heads of Dornish youths.

Unfortunately, the Dornish youth is too flexible.

The man moved his body like a donkey rolling, pulled out the spear with all his strength, and pierced the weak spot in Bart's lower back again.

Poof——

Suffering a penetrating wound to his waist, Bart stumbled to his knees, blood seeping from his armor.

After a successful attack, the Dornish youth did not pursue the victory, but instead looked back and forth around Bart, who was unable to stand up.

With a mocking look on his face, he said: "This knight from the valley, you seem to be very unfriendly to us Dornish people!"

Pulling out the spear from the opponent's wound, he continued while screaming: "You call me a brown-skinned monkey, then what are you valley people?"

"Hairless goat?"

Bart struggled to get up, but was kicked down by the opponent. Humiliation filled his heart, and he shouted: "Despicable Dornishman, you have the guts to challenge me head-on, jumping around like a monkey."

"Hahaha, what a smart statement, allowing others to use their shortcomings to challenge their own strengths."

The Dornish youth made no secret of his teasing: "On the battlefield, do you also ask the enemy not to hide, Vale Goat?"

"Damn you bastard, go to hell!"

Bart had already lost his mind, and while the other party was talking, he clenched his war hammer and swung it in a circular motion, trying to break the other party's ankle.

How could the Dornish youth be so unprepared?

With a slight jump, he evaded his long-planned sneak attack, and the tip of the gun penetrated Bart's right hand holding the hammer downwards.

As soon as the gun was lifted, Bart's palm was cut off, and he wailed miserably.

boom--

As soon as the scream left his mouth, the Dornish young man raised his knee and pushed Bart's chin hard, forcing him to suppress his voice.

Then, he took off his helmet, exposing his fragile head.

The Dornish youth smiled cruelly, and under Bart's fearful eyes, kicked him in the mouth.

His teeth were mixed with blood, and he could only let out a desperate whimper.

His head was injured, and Bart fell completely to the ground, his body twitching slightly.

The Dornish youth put a gun to his throat, looked around at the crowd outside the field, and shouted: "Look! What a brave knight of the valley, he will not surrender even to the death."

As he spoke, his big feet wearing thick leather boots stepped on Bart's face, crushing him back and forth.

Seeing this scene, the audience present changed their expressions.

This was no longer a simple duel, but a one-sided massacre.

Knocking out teeth and preventing the opponent from surrendering is simply ravaging his opponent.

As the king, Viserys's face turned livid, and he got angry at the Prime Minister Leonor beside him, and scolded:

"Where did this Dornish barbarian come from? He has no honor or etiquette. Is he demonstrating to everyone present!?"

Leonor wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and explained:

"Your Majesty, the Dornishman below is named Diga Orleans. When he signed up to participate in the competition, he expressed his great respect for you and wanted to give you a wonderful performance."

"That's what you call a great show!"

Viserys was furious: "The Dornish people are never grateful. You should arrest them for theft and lock them in a water prison until they die."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Leonor lowered his head guiltily: "Now I can only pray that he will end Knight Bart's life quickly and not cause too much negative impact."

"Do you even need to say this?"

Viserys snorted and ignored him.

In the field, the Dornish youth was still jumping up and down, talking nonsense.

"I heard that there are many warriors in the valley. Why is this knight so weak? Could it be that someone took bribes to let him in?"

After working hard for so long, I finally signed a contract, so happy.

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