Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 72 Battle between Uncle and Nephew
Longzel watched the choices with great interest. He could naturally guess who the two mysterious knights were. Aemond's martial arts were honed by the Red Keep's instructor and the Kingsguard. Although he was young, he was already a rare warrior in the Seven Kingdoms. As for his younger brother, although his martial arts skills were not as good as his and Valar's, his horsemanship was not bad at all. As long as he didn't encounter an opponent who had to dismount and fight on foot, there would be no problem.

The Green Fire Knight raised his lance and tapped Damon's shield. Damon raised his eyebrows, and his purple eyes seemed to be able to see through his true face under the visor. However, the prince did not say much. He squeezed his legs together, and the warhorse carried the prince slowly to the wooden stake.

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen versus the mysterious Knight of Green Fire." The crisp drum beats and the voice of the host announced the start of the game.

"Where's Aemond?" King Viserys stood up from his seat with some dissatisfaction. He hadn't seen Aemond for such a long time, and the king was a little worried that Aemond might have had some problems like his troublesome brother. "Alec, Lorent, have you seen Aemond?"

The two white knights who were responsible for staying at the venue and protecting the king looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Your Majesty, Prince Aemond said earlier that he was not feeling well, so he should return to the castle first." Alec Cargall said. He and another Kingsguard, Eric Cargall, were twin brothers. If they were not in the habit of staggered duty times, even the king and Christon might not be able to tell the difference between the two.

"No one is escorting him?" The king frowned.

"Your Majesty, I was supposed to escort the prince back, but he refused." Lorent Malbrand's eyes flashed with panic. "The prince said he didn't need my protection, and after I refused, he said he wanted to go to the bathroom. I watched him go to the bathroom in the stadium before returning to protect you."

"You" The king immediately understood how his son had escaped the White Knight's sight.

"What's wrong honey?" Allison noticed that her husband was in a bad mood after he stood up.

"Aemond is gone," Viserys said impatiently. Just at this moment, Aegon the Great staggered out from the stairs. The king stepped over Lord Loras Tyrell behind him and whispered to his eldest son, "Where is Aemond?"

Great Aegon spread his hands and said, "How should I know? I just came off the field and it hurts so much."

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap instantly attracted everyone's attention. Great Aegon covered his face and looked at Alison in disbelief, who had not yet put down her slap.

"Alison, what are you doing?" Rhaenyra immediately stepped over the Duke of Beaumond's seat and grabbed Alison's arm. "The great nobles of the country are watching. Do you want to lose the face of the royal family?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Alicent glared at Rhaenyra and stared at her son angrily. "Where is your brother?"

"I did nothing in the Seven Hells." Great Aegon held up his hands. "I just came down from the tournament. How would I know where he went? I spent the whole afternoon preparing for the tournament."

"Your Majesty, Prince Aemond is downstairs." Having seen enough of the show, Longzier pointed to the audience. This drew everyone's attention back to the arena. King Viserys stepped over Duke Loras again, and this time he ran directly to the railing, panting and staring at the arena.

The duel had entered its third round, and the Green Fire Knight and Damon had each broken two lances.

"Boy, you are too young." Damon raised the tip of his spear slightly and stabbed the Green Fire Knight's breastplate fiercely, but the warhorse under his crotch suddenly wailed. It was also hit by the Green Fire Knight's broken spear, and the scattered wood chips deeply penetrated the warhorse's flesh. Seeing that his warhorse was injured, Damon immediately jumped off the warhorse, rolled on the spot and rushed towards his attendant.

The two fell off their horses together, and the Green Fire Knight rolled in the sand in a panic before he got up and tried to get the sword. But Damon had already taken the lead, holding the iron sword and coming over with murderous intent. Without further ado, he first kicked the mysterious knight down, and then took off the prince's helmet.

The silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the sapphire prosthetic eye shone brightly in the sun.

"Seven layers of hell." Although he was mentally prepared, Otto still shouted this sentence in his heart, but his mind quickly turned around. A mysterious knight who defeated many Kingsguards and well-known knights, what a good gimmick. Thinking of this, the Prime Minister immediately waved his hand, signaling the bard who was waiting on the side to come over and stuffed a bag of silver deer into his hand.

"You know what to do," Prime Minister Otto whispered. The bard nodded, indicating that he was familiar with the matter and promised that songs praising Prince Aemond would be heard tonight.

"Daemon!" King Viserys shouted. "I know." Daemon nodded to his brother and lifted Aemond up by his gorget. "Boy, do you know how dangerous the tourney is? Didn't you see what happened to those hedge knights?"

He was referring to several mercenary knights who had gone bloodthirsty in the previous match. One had his head smashed by a shield, one had his throat pierced by a blunt sword, and two unlucky guys had their eyes pierced by flying wood chips. They were already dead when they were dragged down.

"Let me go and let me take the sword!" Imond struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from his uncle's hand.

"Stay still, nephew." Damon pulled his nephew close to him. "If you die, my brother will be sad. If you admit defeat now, I will send you back to the audience. You have earned enough glory for yourself."

Emond looked at his uncle angrily, then reluctantly raised his hand to signal defeat.

The other side of the field also decided the winner.

Artis Royce and Sebastian Jieyan broke six lances and finally decided the winner. Sebastian was knocked off his horse, and Artis took the lead in the foot fight and put his sword against his throat.

This drew cheers from the valley knights, and Artis contentedly circled the field to celebrate.

Earl Amos Bracken was unfortunately defeated in the duel with Ilic Cargall. They fought on foot. Unfortunately, the Earl of the Red Horse was suppressed by the White Knight in foot combat. If he had not used a blunt sword, Earl Amos would probably have been pierced in the belly by the White Knight. He could only admit defeat with regret.

The Knight of the Silver Crown struck down Sir Stephen Darklyn, who was dragged several paces by his own horse, suffering the same fate as his sworn brother. The mysterious knight then faced Artis Royce.

The most intense duel was between Christon Cole and Aslan Longdel. The White Knight Captain and Longzel's blood-sworn brothers fought for twelve consecutive rounds, breaking nine lances, but the winner was still undecided. In the end, the two men, who were so angry that they threw away their lances at the same time and chose to fight on foot to decide the outcome.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Cole's meteor hammer hit Aslan's shield like raindrops, and Aslan's sword appeared and disappeared mysteriously, leaving white marks on Cole's armor.

"Brother, do you want to start a betting game?" Valar smiled and came closer. "The adults behind us have just placed bets. Do you want to join in the fun?"

"Valar." Diana and Leila called Valar's name in unison.

"Gambling?" Diana looked at Valar's bulging leather bag suspiciously. "Who's putting up the capital? What's the odds? Who's betting on whom?"

Leila also said with some distress: "Money can't be spent carelessly. Although the family is rich, there are too many places to spend money now."

"Uh" Valar was at a loss for words. "We are just playing for fun. Just now, Earl Bartimos and Earl Linman opened the betting table, and Earl Linman even won 20 gold royals from Earl Hobart Hightower."

"Who is everyone betting on now?" Longzel looked back at Valar's leather bag.

"Queen Alicent bet on Ser Criston. She directly paid a hundred gold dragons, and many people bet on Aslan. I also bet on the match between Aslan and Attis. People from the Vale and the North bet on Attis to win, and our people, as well as people from the Stormlands and the Reach bet on my brother to win."

Before he finished speaking, the whole audience erupted into a deafening cheer.

First update check-in, once again to explain to everyone, this book is a long novel, will run through the original "Dance of the Dragons" to the "War of the Usurper" long timeline, the Varese family will also last for several generations, there will be different distinctive characters on the historical stage, and ride on new or familiar dragons. Whether it is conquest or rule, it is not something that can be accomplished in a short time. You have to eat one bite at a time to eat well. Thank you for reading, there will be five updates next Tuesday.

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