Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 137 No one can stop me, I will destroy them all (Part )
After defeating his opponents one after another, Kerr chose to take a halftime break.

The morale of the Black Party was greatly boosted.

The nobles in the audience were so excited that their blood boiled and they cheered generously.

Rhaenyra looked listless and uninterested.

Looking at Lannar beside him, she was sipping the wine, looking noble and elegant from beginning to end.

Clang!

The referee struck the gong and a bloated figure in a bright red robe walked back and forth.

"The next contestant in the duel is Ser Gawyn Hightower of Oldtown."

The ups and downs of the voice aroused the audience's interest.

Galwin came out from the battle preparation area riding a white horse.

He has a handsome appearance, with golden curly hair and blue eyes, and his pretty boy temperament is evident on the paper.

As soon as he appeared on stage, he immediately attracted the cheers of many noble ladies.

Clang!

The referee raised the gong high and laughed, "Please welcome the other contestant, the mysterious Rune Knight!"

The mysterious knight, also known as the masked knight.

He refused to reveal his identity and participated in the competition under a disguised name.

The last time a mysterious knight became famous in the Seven Kingdoms was the 16-year-old "Brave Baelon".

"There's something good to watch."

The noble lords perked up and stared closely at the preparation area.

All mysterious knights are capable.

He wanted to take off his helmet and reveal his true appearance after achieving good results, thus becoming famous in the seven countries.

"Please come in, Rune Knight!"

The referee banged the gong repeatedly, deliberately raising the atmosphere to a high level.

In the war preparation area.

A fiery red warhorse walked out slowly, its hair a little frizzy and its mane like an upside-down brush.

On the horse's back sat a tall figure in silver-grey armor.

"Oh~~"

When the noble lords saw this, they couldn't help but boo.

This mysterious man's armor and horse were too ordinary.

The armor was brand new, in the shape of a classic tin can, with a black cape.

The fiery red warhorse was thin and frail, kicking its front hooves agitatedly.

At first glance, he looked like a down-and-out knight who was almost starving.

Who is it?
The vassal allies of Runestone City stood up one after another and stared at the emblem on the Rune Knight's chest.

"A towering mountain with a white city at its foot"

"It seems to be His Royal Highness?"

Bartimus came quietly over.

Gunthor, William, Adrian and the others kept their mouths shut as they recognized the Riverdale and Lonely Mountain on the emblem.

At the VIP table.

Lannar pursed her red lips and her beautiful eyes showed joy.

The armor is a bit rustic, but its temperament is very obvious.

Rhaenyra lowered her head and didn't even look.

"It's a masked knight who looks like he wants to gain some fame."

Collis joked.

"is it?"

Rhaenys stared at the iron helmet and felt annoyed at the sight.

Why is it not pleasing to the eye?
Clang!

The referee banged the gong and shouted, "Everyone, take your positions!"

Galwin rode around on his horse, received enough cheers, and returned to the center of the arena.

In a duel between knights, the first test is the charge.

There was a fence running down the middle, with the knights on each side.

"drive!"

The Rune Knight moved and tugged at the reins of his warhorse.

The fiery red warhorse shook its head and walked reluctantly to the side of the fence, like a newly tamed wild horse.

"Boy, who are you?"

Galwin was arrogant and looked down on others.

The Rune Knight didn't respond, but adjusted his boxy helmet.

A pair of violet eyes, hidden behind the narrow slit of the visor.

"What a great opponent. I'm just afraid I'll let Alison down."

Aemon grumbled to himself.

He's back again.

Participate in the martial arts competition under a false name.

For no other reason than that he suddenly remembered that he had not yet been knighted.

Just take advantage of the opportunity to earn some reputation.

It also tells Uncle, Sea Snake Collis and others not to think about controlling him, but to learn to respect him by putting him on the same level.

Otherwise, he would learn how to flip the chessboard.

"You who dare not show your face, you will be on your knees begging for mercy later."

Galwyn felt slighted and put his helmet on with great effort.

Aemon had no expression. He stretched out his armor-wrapped left hand, first clenched it into a fist and extended his thumb, then slowly turned it over and poked it downwards.

To outsiders, it looked like a mockery of the tin man.

"drive!!"

Galwin was furious and charged on his horse.

"Xu~~"

The fiery red warhorse had a violent temper. As soon as the reins around its neck were pulled, it galloped out like a broken horse.

The two wooden spears were pointed at each other, colliding from far to near.

boom!
The heavy tin can swayed gently and rode calmly on a fiery red warhorse.

Galwin was stabbed in the chest and fell backwards in fear.

He fell to the ground with a thud and rolled backwards several times.

"what!"

Allison witnessed it with her own eyes and covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Viserys glanced at him and comforted him softly, "It's okay. There will be exciting duels later."

"Hiss, damn guy."

Galwin grimaced and climbed up from the muddy ground.

The armor provided good protection and he was not hurt.

With a desperate cry, the servant quickly handed over a shield and a sword with a burning tower painted on it.

"Sir Galwen requests an arms duel!"

The referee's eyes lit up, happy to see a big fight.

boom!
Aemon dismounted and patted the fiery red warhorse on the head.

The fiery red warhorse instantly lowered its head and trotted back to the preparation area in a dejected manner.

As a dragon rider, he is also an expert at riding and training horses.

I found a good horse at short notice, and it has a very fierce temperament.

"Sir, your... sword."

A poorly dressed servant stumbled onto the stage, dragging a nearly two-meter-long giant sword in both hands.

Aemon reached out his hand and calmly took the rune sword.

Except for the sword, the armor, horses and servants were all rented temporarily.

"Heavy sword?"

Galwin's eyes showed vigilance, and he swung the sword in his hand flexibly.

Throughout history, anyone who can wield a two-handed heavy sword is always a strong man.

People who are strong are usually not flexible enough.

If you want to defeat the opponent, it is best to adopt a quick victory or delaying tactics.

In an instant, all the scenes of how to respond, engage in battle, and turn defeat into victory appeared in my mind one by one.

Clang!

The gong sounded and the competition continued.

Aemon looked at the cautious Galwen, pulled out the scabbard and threw it away.

hum!
The rune giant sword was unsheathed, emerald green like a giant tree, and the blades on both sides were shining coldly.

The whole audience held their breath and stared at the sword.

Judging from the material, it seems to be bronze.

But its appearance and gloss are more shocking than the finest steel.

"Dyed Valyrian steel?"

Viserys frowned, then denied it. "It is bronze. Valyrian steel is nobler."

The huge bronze sword engraved with runes on the field looks more like the "Dawn", the family sword of the Dayne family in Starfall City in Dorne.

The Dayne family has a long history, and the best swordsman in the family is called "Sword of the Dawn".

It is said that the clan sword "Dawn" is transparent milky white in color and is made from the core of a meteorite from outer space.

The sword is indestructible and can cut through iron like mud, not inferior to Valyrian steel weapons.

"Be careful, be careful, be careful."

Galwen approached, holding his shield in a defensive position. Across from him, Aemon looked up at the sky.

White clouds are drifting and the wind is light and the clouds are clear.

A topaz-colored dragon shadow appeared and disappeared from time to time, shuttling through the thin clouds and mist.

With a turn of his right wrist, the nearly two-meter-long rune sword rotated, lightly creating a green and white sword flower.

The sword hummed and the blade stretched straight forward.

Harwin froze, a line of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

boom!
The rune giant sword thrust downward fiercely, splashing large pieces of mud and creating a pit in the ground.

"Gulu~~"

Harwin's eyelids twitched and he swallowed hard.

Using a single-handed heavy sword to swing the sword in a flower pattern, what the hell is this even worth?

His life was at stake, and Galwen immediately shouted, "I admit it..."

Before he could finish his words, a strong wind blew in.

The damn tin took a step forward, and the rune giant sword chopped down like a tidal wave.

Galwin was horrified and raised his shield to block.

Clap!

The oak shield shattered into pieces, barely blocking one blow.

Iron Can took another step forward, and the rune giant sword cut across from the right.

"stop it!"

Galwen raised his sword and the sword flew out of his hand with a bang.

The entire right arm was trembling slightly, and there was a bloody cut at the base of the glove.

The tin can was like a cold weapon of war. It slowly took the third step, raised the rune giant sword with one hand, and chopped down horizontally and vertically.

"I……"

Galwin's pupils trembled and the fear of death loomed over his head.

He will die with this sword.

At the critical moment, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees, raising his hands above his head to catch the sword.

Clang!

The rune giant sword whistled in the wind, pierced through two big hands that had not yet closed, and hovered vertically above the green cherry on the helmet.

The tin can stands still, overlooking from a high vantage point.

Garwin was so frightened that his soul was about to be blown away, and his will to survive was unleashed: "I give up!!"

You have to hurry, your pants are getting wet.

Clang!

The referee quickly shouted: "Rune Knight wins!"

Aemon's eyes were calm. He retracted the rune sword hanging above the other's head and turned around nonchalantly.

A newbie.

Even if he has received knight education, he is at best a lesser-known rookie.

Galwin managed to escape with his life by chance, pushing away the referee who was supporting him and running away.

"Rune Knight!!"

In an instant, the arena was filled with cheers, and countless men's eyes were burning with anger, almost spitting fire.

A heavily armored warrior holding a giant sword!

How many men fantasize about their dreams, it's simply too good to be true!!
This was a one-handed sword duel.

If he held the sword with both hands on the battlefield, he would be so powerful that he would take off.

Excuse me.

Iemon said that he used one hand not to show off, but because he would fall if he held the sword with both hands.

Take some time to look towards the VIP seats.

Uncle and Collis looked surprised and clapped their hands.

Of course, the reason why Harwin was able to serve as the deputy commander of the capital garrison was not just because he was the queen's brother.

After ten years of hard training, he is more than qualified to be a Kingsguard.

But in front of the Rune Knight, he couldn't even last a single round.

How could it not be shocking?

Aemon retracted his gaze and prepared for the next duel.

While in the preparation area, we saw the conflict between Alison and Rainiera escalate.

It can be predicted that the Black Party and the Green Party will inevitably take shape after today.

We must not slack off any longer.

Clang!

The second duel begins, with the winner of the previous round continuing.

Aemon mounted his fiery charger.

A tall and thin young man riding a black warhorse and wearing a coat of arms with "twin blue towers on a gray background" on his chest came towards them.

House Frey of the Riverlands.

The referee introduced the contestants: "The challenger of this tournament is Ser Forrestal of Luanhe City, heir to the Frey family."

"Fight for the princess!"

Forest shouted devoutly and dropped his steel visor.

Imon looked disgusted.

I have some impression of him, "Foolish Frey".

One of Rhaenyra's famous lickers.

When he was young, that is, recently, he was madly pursuing love, but was ridiculed as a fool by other suitors because he overestimated his own limitations.

After Rainier got married in the original world, this guy married a lady who was also from the Riverlands.

His wife described him as sarcastic and having a bad temper.

But the couple has a common hobby.

They all like women.

Moreover, they are all Renira's bootlickers.

During the Dance with the Dragons, the Freys did their utmost to support the Black Party, and the couple vied for the Queen's favor.

"It turns out that two different people can sleep in the same bed."

Aemon grumbled to himself.

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little embarrassed to do it.

Clang!

The duel began and both sides charged on horseback.

boom!
The tin can shook violently and almost fell off the horse.

"Charge for the Princess!!"

Forest quickly stabilized himself, switched to a wooden lance and attacked again without hesitation.

You know what, his riding skills are quite superb.

Both sides charged three times and gained the upper hand in the first two times.

boom!
In the third round of charge, the door of the tin can was wide open, and the wooden lance was pointed at the opponent's chest.

The tin can fell off the horse.

Forester was hit hard in the chest and flew backwards from his horse.

Compared to the other players, he had bad luck.

Aemon used 70% of his strength.

The armor failed to protect him well, and a dent was left on the hard breastplate, causing him to faint.

Clang!

The referee was shocked and rang the gong to announce the end.

The bachelor rushed on stage and carried the man away on a stretcher.

Preliminary diagnosis.

He was fine, just a few broken ribs.

Aemon got up from the ground, shook his heavy helmet, and spat out the silver threads from the corners of his mouth.

He acknowledged the other party's status as a bootlicker.

If you don't fight head-on, it's hard to win just by relying on riding skills.

He rode on the fiery red warhorse and signaled the referee to arrange the opponent next.

The third, fourth, fifth...

Aemon hid in a tin can and swept through more than a dozen knights who were either highly skilled in martial arts or famous.

Some were knocked down while on horseback, and others were brought down in two or three blows from a clash of weapons.

No skills, just strength.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon.

The referee's face flushed, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Rune Knight defeated the fifteenth opponent, do you want to continue fighting!?"

The tin can was like an iron tower, with square helmets nodding around it.

There was no break in the skin, no breath taken.

Just fight, just teach the knights a lesson.

The referee shouted excitedly: "Please welcome, the Kingsguard who defeated three opponents, Sir Criston Cole!"

"drive!"

Cole rode out on a white horse with a serious expression.

Tin Can glanced at him and rode back to the side of the fence.

Having defeated Damon, his strength is considered to be the ceiling of military power in this era.

If they were placed in later generations, they would probably be among the top of the pyramid.

Just weigh it.

(End of this chapter)