Game of Thrones: King of Harrenhal, starting with a blue hand stat panel

In the Hall of Divine Swords, Earl Alan Dayne sat high above.

Arthur Hogan and Jero Dane stood on either side of the hall, one dressed in gold and the other in purple.

The two faced each other, with a subtle sense of confrontation between them.

Dane of High Hidden City is a branch of the main line of Starfall City, just like Arryn of Seagull Town, Grey Stark of Wolf's Lair, and the original propertied knight, Hean.

These branch families were originally meant to assist the main branch, and it's difficult for them to remain obedient forever.

Just as Arryn, a town seemingly unrelated to the city, once coveted the Eyrie, the Grey Stark family joined Bolton's side and was ultimately destroyed.

"You are the recently famous Bat Knight, the Dark Knight Arthur Hean. Some in the Green Lands say you are the new generation's beacon of knighthood?" Jero Dane, dressed in a light purple robe, said arrogantly to Arthur.

The Greenlands are primarily used by the Ironborn to represent territories outside the Middle Iron Islands of Westeros.

However, in a narrower sense, the Greenlands might also need to exclude Dorne and the North, two territories in the south and north with customs different from other regions.

To be honest, "Dark Star" is pretty bad at interpersonal relationships.

He practically wore his words on his face: "I want to be the villain, I'm jealous of the Dawn Sword, I'm jealous of the main lineage." No wonder the main family disliked him.

If Dark Star wants to blend in with the main family, it has to be humble and unassuming.

But Dane is Dane, and Dane of High Hidden City is also very arrogant.

Jero Dane is arguably the most handsome young man in Dorne, still retaining a touch of naivety.

He had a hooked nose, high cheekbones, and a strong, powerful chin.

Jero shaved his face clean, his thick silver hair hanging down to his collar like a silver glacier, parted in the middle by a strand of hair as black as midnight.

"It's just a name; I came in first place on Dragonstone." Arthur looked at Geralt without any politeness.

To become a legendary knight, you must win everything.

The Dornish people have to be beaten into submission, especially the Dark Star.

The Dark Star's eyes appear to be black, but upon closer inspection, they are purple, a dark purple.

A pair of dark eyes filled with rage.

Jero was also observing Arthur, whose handsome yet masculine face.

His black hair, and especially his deep blue, almost purple eyes, were truly striking.

"You could also say it's purple eyes, strange River Ann," Jero thought to himself.

Dark Star puts aside his pride; he is also a dangerous man, a renowned swordsman of Dorne.

Judging from their ages, Arthur is thirteen years old, and Dark Star is fifteen years old.

But Arthur was only slightly shorter than him, and Arthur was able to overpower warriors who were much bigger than him to win the championship. This person's talent and explosive power were extraordinary.

Compared to muscles and physique, Dark Star's chances of winning are not necessarily guaranteed.

But risks also represent huge opportunities.

If he can defeat the most famous up-and-coming talents in the Seven Kingdoms, then the honor will be his.

The smell of gunpowder in the air grew stronger.

Earl Alan Dayne looked at the two boys.

One was his distinguished guest, and the other was the head of the Dane branch family. If a fight broke out, he would indeed have a hard time dealing with it.

"I challenge you to a battle. You're not afraid of me, are you, Arthur Hoan?" Dark Star took a deep breath.

Sanhe is even the most dazzling rising star in most of the Seven Kingdoms.

The future Earl of Harrenhal, Black Arthur, is wealthy, powerful, and handsome.

A new feeling of jealousy crept into Jero's heart.

He hated the name Arthur, and he hated those who could rise above the existing order simply because of their bloodline.

Even when he was very young, Dark Star knew that he craved fame, wealth, and even more so, killing.

He was jealous of the most famous Dawn Swordsman, and he wanted to throw the world into chaos.

Now is a great opportunity to make a name for himself, and Dark Star is determined to take the risk.

Duels and contests are very popular, but neither of these two are exactly friendly.

"I couldn't be happier!" Arthur looked at Dark Star, realizing that he would have to give this kid a good beating.

Compared to Dragonstone, Arthur is now stronger, thanks to the remaining "Blue Hand" power he acquired in Highgarden.

"Will it be a contest of spears on horseback, or swords and shields on the ground?" Arthur asked.

"My horse has been with me longer, and it's still better than the longsword," Dark Star grinned.

"You!" Count Alan sighed.

Never mind, they're all young people.

"To be fair, I will have my cousin, Sir Samwell, act as the arbitrator," Earl Alan announced.

These two young men were hot-blooded, and to avoid things getting out of control, Earl Alain decided to ask Sir Mwell to come out of retirement.

Even without Sir Samwell, Arthur's gang of thugs would be enough to control the situation.

"Then let's prepare to move to the training grounds of Starfall City," Earl Alan commanded.

Wherever there are people, there is conflict; it's unavoidable.

Compared to Oberyn Martell's killing of Earl Ellenwood in a duel, these two young men have already earned enough face.

After everyone left the Divine Sword Hall, the next stop was the training ground.

Right before the eyes of everyone in Starfall City, the city lord, the young lady, the sword protector, the instructor, and Arthur's servants.

Dark Star uses a regular blunt sword, while Arthur uses a blunt sword that is wider and thicker.

"Dark Star" Jero felt his muscles start to work like gears, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

Dark Star is already quite famous in Dorne; he is a regular at tournaments.

Now, Dark Star craves more fame.

"I've killed people, Arthur. I'm not one of those delicate Riverbank Knights." Jero thrust his legs forward, the blunt blade aimed straight at Arthur Riverbank.

Jero wasn't lying; he had extensive combat experience and predicted that this sword strike would make Arthur fearful.

"bump!"

Arthur's blunt sword appeared out of nowhere and blocked Geralt's slash.

Jero's eyes widened as he felt the vibrations of the blades clashing together.

How could that be?

Jero was startled.

In order to surpass the Sword of the Dawn, he trained hard from a young age and boasted that he had no rivals among the younger generation in Dorne.

Unexpectedly, this young man from Sanhe possessed equally ferocious power.

Gerald glanced at Arthur, and the more this happened, the more it fueled his fighting spirit.

He saw those deep blue, almost purple eyes and sensed a mocking tone within them.

"You call yourself Arthur?" Jero's blunt sword came crashing down like a torrent of water!

bump!

bump!

bump!

The sound of metal clanging began to echo in the training ground.

Arthur's sword moved steadily and calmly, blocking Gerald's attack.

"You are the Dark Star, but I am the Dark Knight," Arthur laughed.

Dark Star is indeed extremely powerful, but Arthur is a "Blue Hand," an overpowered warrior.

"Go Arthur!" Aria cheered for him.

"This sword technique was developed from observing the turbulent currents of the river. I never expected you to push me to this point." Jero felt his muscles ache and tingle from the shock, but it also awakened his warrior's fervor.

Black Arthur truly lives up to his title as the champion of Dragonstone; he has never encountered such a formidable young man in Dorne.

But precisely because of this, Geralt felt that defeating Black Arthur would bring him even more fame.

Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Jero pushed his strength and speed to their limits.

The turbulent river flows rapidly and fiercely, traversing mountains and valleys.

Just like his set of fast swords, the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard on the blades.

Arthur moved and parried, countering and blocking, yet his steps remained as steady as a rock.

"What a fine swordsman!" Sir Samwell exclaimed.

Arthur's hired knights all wore solemn expressions.

They naturally believed that their young master was promising, but Dark Star was older and his swordsmanship was fierce and swift.

"This..." Geralt was completely dumbfounded.

He intended to win through fast breaks.

He thought Arthur's broadsword would consume a lot of his energy, but Arthur is still full of energy, which is incredible.

"Is that all, Jero?" Arthur's words were like a devil's greeting, startling Jero.

Dark Star has exhausted all its resources, yet its opponent remains unfathomable.

Arthur swung his greatsword, showing Dark Star what a true all-around warrior was.

Speed, strength, defense, agility.

"Is this greatsword also made of Valyrian steel?" Geralt cried out in despair.

It's not a problem with the steel sword, but with the man's physical strength.

"A turbulent river may flow, but it will eventually reach the sea. You frog in a well, have you ever seen the ocean?" Arthur's greatsword seemed capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks, each strike possessing a breathtaking power.

"Are you insulting me?" Gerald shouted angrily. "I am the Dark Star, not a frog."

Click!

bump!bump!

Jero saw Arthur's swordsmanship hurtling towards him like a raging torrent.

Although he was struggling to keep up, his physical strength was ultimately limited.

The sword fell!

People, step back!

Dust flew everywhere; the outcome was decided.

People were silent at first, then erupted in a huge cheer.