Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 136 The Birth of Black and Green (Part )
For several days in a row, the martial arts competition was held as usual.

The seventh day is also the last day.

Hundreds of knights from seven countries competed in the final competition.

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

Tournament field.

"Your Majesty, do you consider my proposal?"

Collis sat in the VIP seat and turned his head to ask the king.

Family marriage is a very important event.

"Watch the competition first, and we'll talk when we get back."

Viserys simply ignored him.

Collis smiled faintly and said no more.

Internal conflicts always occur among Targaryens of every generation.

With the king's weak character, he urgently needs help.

He is bound to win!
Clang!

The referee struck the gong to signal the start of the competition.

"Where's the queen?"

Viserys glanced at the empty seat next to him and called a servant to inquire.

The attendant shook his head repeatedly with a bitter face.

Viserys frowned slightly, sensing something strange.

Looking at the lower row, Rhaenyra was not there either.

"Will there be any noise?"

My heart couldn't stop beating fast and I became anxious.

Ever since his wife openly targeted Rainier, the relationship between the two sides has been like fire and water.

Especially in the last few days, they were just about to pull each other's hair out.

Many people noticed that neither the queen nor the princess came.

He even ignored the competition below and whispered with the people around him.

There are really too many scandals in the royal family.

The Queen's faction and the Princess' faction in the court were becoming increasingly confrontational.

"Your Majesty, here you are!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

Kingsguard Alec had a serious look on his face and stood with his head held high at the entrance of the tournament.

Two rows of guards in black armor and red robes cleared a passage.

This movement immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"what's the situation?"

Someone asked in confusion.

The same doubts were shared by the Grand Chamberlain in the VIP seat and the court officials sitting nearby.

Alison walked out slowly under the escort of the guards.

A sexy light green long dress, paired with pearl earrings, and light red curly hair naturally loose.

Allison raised her head slightly and walked towards the VIP seats step by step.

A group of Hightowers, also dressed in green and with the emblem of the Burning Tower on their chests, followed behind her.

One of them was a proud middle-aged man with golden curly hair, looking disdainfully at the guests around him.

Horent Hightower, patriarch of House Hightower, the Voice of Oldtown, and the beacon of the South.

At the same time, he is Alison's uncle and the brother of former Prime Minister Otto.

The Hightowers were present to support their queen.

"Your Majesty, I am late."

Alison walked up to the VIP seat, bowed slightly to her husband, and glanced at everyone present.

Viserys nodded perfunctorily with a complicated expression.

Allison invited her tribesmen to take their seats, and they immediately occupied half of the VIP seats.

Aemon is missing.

Rhaenyra kept targeting her.

Life is tough at the palace, so let's show the world how powerful House Hightower is.

"Your Majesty, long time no see."

Horent was polite.

Viserys smiled uncomfortably.

Horent greeted the king, then looked at the sea snake Corliss and said hello: "Lord Corliss, I heard that your fleet has opened up the Stone Steps Islands to sea transportation. It is really gratifying."

Collis glanced at him and exchanged a few words.

"We can talk again when we have time. The King is still waiting for Her Royal Highness to serve him."

Horent chuckled.

Although his behavior is very appropriate, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Then rest assured, it was intentional.

Allison was proud and sat beside her husband.

The Hightower family is a top family with wealth and power comparable to the Lannister and Velaryon families.

In the Reach, even the Tyrells cannot outwit them.

Among the vassal states surrounding the old town alone, there are six large families with a long history.

Viserys looked at his wife with mixed feelings, the cuts on his body aching slightly.

Her Royal Highness the Queen entered in a green dress, and the Hightower family attracted attention.

Everyone present was silent, just spectators.

In the seats nearby, two strong men were whispering to each other.

Harwin gloated, "The king must be furious now that Hightower has been in the spotlight."

The Strong family replaced the Hightower family at court, and the two were naturally hostile.

Laris' eyes were deep, and he asked with a smile: "Do you know the color of the bonfire lit when the Towering Tower summoned the vassals?"

Harwin looked at the light green dress of Her Majesty the Queen and said in surprise, "Green."

"It's obvious."

Larris smiled even more.

The attempt to persuade the princess to marry into the Velaryon family failed, and instead sparked a conflict between the queen and the princess.

It's an unexpected gain.

Similar conversations took place in every corner of the arena.

A vassal of the Hightower family, a partner of Oldtown, a noble who supports primogeniture...

Everyone's eyes were cast towards the graceful and elegant Queen, and some little thoughts began to arise in their minds.

Everyone realizes one thing.

Junlin, the wind is going to blow.

“Hiss!”

A loud dragon roar suddenly sounded, reaching the ears of everyone present.

boom--

The thin clouds in the sky were torn apart, and a giant topaz-colored dragon rushed out, casting a shadow over half of the arena.

The dragon swooped down, its light-colored wings rustling.

"dragon!!"

Someone exclaimed.

The nobles were horrified and dodged subconsciously.

"Land, Syrax!"

The girl's magnetic voice echoed, High Valyrian with an inexplicable charm.

“Hiss!”

Syrax raised his head and roared. With a body length of nearly 20 meters, which was as long as a house, he circled the arena three times.

The wings fanned out a strong wind, overturning the wine jug on the table.

Many noble ladies lifted their skirts, giving the men around them a feast for the eyes.

boom!
Syrax had demonstrated enough and slowly landed on the high wall of the arena.

"Step aside!"

A group of people emerged and pushed through the chaotic crowd.

Judging from their attire, they were all young men and women from aristocratic families.

"I have to go."

Seeing this, Harwin left his lame brother behind and followed.

Faster than him was Cole, the figure in silver armor and white robe leading the way.

boom!
Rhaenyra jumped off the dragon's back, her beautiful face calm, and everyone's eyes turned to her.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was wearing a black and red long dress. The black hem revealed her snow-white shoulders, and a red ribbon was wrapped around her arms.

A necklace in the shape of three red dragons hung around the swan's neck, and gold and gemstone rings were adorned on her slender fingers.

Gorgeous and extremely luxurious.

"follow me."

Rainier spoke calmly, and walked towards the VIP seat with full aura.

Several noble girls followed him as female companions.

A dozen noble men lined the road on both sides, acting as guards.

Each one was very young and wore a noble badge on his chest.

A few of the more conspicuous ones.

A white mermaid on a blue-green background, twin blue towers on a gray-white background, a group of crows surrounding a dead fish beam on a bright red background...

In addition to these, there are also the noble emblems of the Riverlands and the Stormlands.

They are all heirs or capable second sons in their families, who voluntarily follow the young, beautiful and courageous Princess.

Rhaenyra walked up to the VIP seat and first set her sights on the gorgeously dressed Alison.

"Stepdaughter."

Allison stood up and greeted through gritted teeth.

But the name is really interesting.

Rainier ignored him, looked at her father with a complicated expression, walked up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm not a little girl anymore."

Viserys heard it all, and felt heavy in his heart.

With a stubborn look in her eyes, Rhaenyra sat in the empty seat in the front row.

A large number of noble men and women came in and took their seats, most of them wearing dark black clothes, which formed a sharp contrast with the green-toned clothes of the Hightower family.

“Hiss!”

Syrax roared, flapped his wings, and flew high into the sky, flying and playing among the clouds.

Suddenly, the arena was in dead silence.

Everyone kept recalling the appearance of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the figure of her riding a dragon was deeply engraved in their minds.

In terms of pomp, makeup and appearance, she completely overwhelmed Her Majesty the Queen who appeared first.

This reminds me of a key point.

Her Royal Highness is a Targaryen and an adult dragonborn with a giant dragon.

In the past, Prince Aemon overshadowed her glory, and people almost forgot this.

But, a dragon is a dragon!

"Your Majesty, you should say something."

Leonor leaned over to the king's ear and reminded him to suppress the situation which was about to get out of control.

Viserys knew what was going on, and said solemnly, "Today, we are competing for the championship of the tournament. I hope you will give it your all."

Clang!

The referee struck the gong, signaling the duelists to enter.

Allison took a deep breath and picked at her nails in silence.

The Kager brothers, who were guarding the left and right, looked at each other, walked down from the VIP seats and joined the duel.

"I'll go as well."

Galwyn Hightower volunteered and vowed to take the crown of love and beauty and give it to his sister.

The Queen's Faction, or the Green Party that is gradually taking shape, is taking action.

Rhaenyra crossed her legs and said confidently, "Kole, you go too."

"Yes, princess."

Cole was stunned for a moment and walked down from the VIP seat.

With his martial arts skills, it is not difficult to get good results.

The rest of the black gang members were silent for a moment, and several of them walked out one after another.

The representative character is Harwin with a perverted smile, targeting Galwyn Hightower in a green cloak.

He is the commander of the capital garrison, and the other is the deputy commander of the capital garrison.

Teach the other party a lesson, which will help you to manage your subordinates.

Rhaenyra glanced at the few people and nodded slightly.

She maintains the demeanor of a crown prince. The more aloof and unapproachable she is, the more she appears to be unattainable.

The contestants left the stage one after another.

The referee banged the gong one after another, starting one match after another.

"Where's Aemon?"

In full view of everyone, Rhaenyra stood up and sat next to Lanar.

Lannino was sitting next to his sister, and he immediately ran away with his body stiffened.

Can't afford to provoke...

"I've been looking for you for a few days, but you won't see me."

Rhaenyra lowered her posture and grasped the other's white hand.

She learned from the white maggot Xiaomei that Allison was going to demonstrate today, and prepared for a more overwhelming show of force in advance.

Similarly, after being reminded by the white maggot Xiaomei, she took the initiative to beg Lannar.

Lannar remained silent.

Rhaenyra frowned.
The other party disdained to lie and simply didn't want to tell her.

"You must know, just tell me if he will come back."

Unable to bear the anxiety in his heart, he clenched his hands a little.

Lanar glanced at him, feeling some old affection for him, and said softly, "Wait a minute."

Rhaenyra let go.

Clang!

The gongs were struck and the martial arts competition was in full swing.

"drive!"

"drive!"

In the second game, Alec faced off against Cole, charging on their horses and colliding with each other.

boom!
Cole raised his lance, and his dear Iron Guard brother flew out immediately.

Alec fell heavily, but fortunately the armor protected him well.

He stood up and called for his servant to hand him the sword.

Cole held a shield in one hand and wielded a meteor hammer in the other, and warned, "Brother, be careful."

"You don't have to pretend to be a good person."

Alec charged forward with his sword, his movements quick and efficient.

A hint of contempt flashed in Cole's eyes. He raised his shield to block two attacks, then swung the meteor hammer to counterattack.

He is tall and his martial arts skills are even better.

Within a dozen rounds, the meteor hammer knocked the sword away and hit the opponent's chest mercilessly.

"puff!"

Alec spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and fainted.

"well played!"

The Black Party cheered and shouted Cole's name.

Cole took off his mask and looked in the direction of Her Royal Highness the Princess, hoping to get a smile and compliments.

Rhaenyra lowered her head, immersed in her own world.

Cole was disappointed and clenched the handle of the meteor hammer.

Clang!

The next contestant to appear was Alec's older brother, Irik.

Cole rode out on horseback to meet the enemy, with much the same outcome.

Ilicdo held on for a few rounds and was nearly hit on the head by a meteor hammer. After dodging, he was hit on the right leg.

Afterwards, contestants from all parties came on stage.

Including the high-spirited Harwin, who wants to avenge his defeat at the hands of Cole.

Bang!

He immediately knocked the opponent down and avenged the "Bone Breaker".

Cole got up with a grim look on his face, not caring whether they were in the same group or not, and danced with his meteor hammer.

Harwin has more strength than flexibility.

After taking several hammer blows in a row, his collarbone was broken again and he shouted in humiliation in surrender.

(End of this chapter)