Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The martial arts tournament continued until evening, and there were not many knights left on the field at this time, but all of them had extraordinary skills.

Now playing is "Knight of Flowers" Loras Tyrell.

The third son of the Duke of Highgarden is dressed in a very flamboyant suit. The enamel of the silver armor is decorated with pairs of green vines and blue forget-me-nots. The white horse he rides under him is covered with a red blanket. Freshly picked roses.

When the auditorium passed by, Loras took a red rose from the blanket and threw it at the ladies and wives in the crowd, causing bursts of exclamation.

At last he stopped before the seats of the nobles of the North, and gave the last white rose to the Hand of the King, Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of the Duke of Winterfell.

"Beautiful Miss Sansa." Loras said, "No great victory is half as glorious as yours."

Sansa blushed suddenly, not knowing how to respond.

It wasn't until she remembered that she still had a fiancé that she quickly came to her senses, only to see that the "Knight of Flowers" had already ridden away.

Then Sansa noticed that Loras' opponent in this round turned out to be that terrifying giant—"Magic Mountain" Gregor Clegane.

The man was over eight feet tall, with arms as thick as tree trunks, and the steed he rode looked like a toy horse by comparison.

And this person had just created a bloody incident before.

Of course, this is commonplace for the "Magic Mountain".

During the War of the Reavers, it was this man who raped and killed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen's wife, Princess Elia Martell from Dorne, and brutally murdered her two children.

This enmity, the Martel family remembers it to this day.

So as soon as the "Magic Mountain" came out, there were bursts of shouting and cursing from the seats of the Dornish nobles.

Princess Arianne looked at the huge knight in the arena with fiery eyes, and couldn't help saying to Prince Oberyn beside her:

"Uncle, why don't you take part in the contest?"

Prince Oberyn stared at the "Magic Mountain" with a viper-like gaze, and said:

"I'm not interested in participating in this kind of game with wooden spears. If you really want a one-on-one duel, I can kill all the knights here!"

"What about tomorrow's group close combat? That's a real sword and gun."

"I went to check, 'Magic Mountain' didn't sign up for the group competition, otherwise I would have gone." Prince Oberyn took a sip of his wine, his expression a little helpless, "And now I'm suspected of murdering Jon Arryn , it's better to be honest."

Princess Arianne nodded in agreement, thinking that after her uncle suffered a big loss, he could finally restrain himself.

Turning her eyes to the field, she suddenly found that something was wrong with the war horse of "Magic Mountain". It kept stomping its feet, shaking its head, screaming and neighing.

"Uncle, is there something wrong with the war horse of the 'Magic Mountain'?"

"There's something wrong with Loras' warhorse." Prince Oberyn stared at the "Knight of Flowers", with the corner of his mouth raised, "That's a mare, a mare in heat!"

While talking, I saw that the two knights had already started sprinting.

"Magic Mountain" Gregor's war horse was galloping in great strides, but it still couldn't run in a straight line. Just when the knight pulled the reins and tried to adjust, Loras on the opposite side had already killed him like a silver lightning.

Boom!

The spear point assault was just right, stabbing "Magic Mountain" Gregor down, and because he was too big, he actually brought down the horse as well.

The cheers sounded immediately.

Samwell looked at this scene with a knowing smile.

He knew that Loras had played a trick by finding a mare in heat.

And "Magic Mountain" Gregor has always liked to ride big, bad-tempered, wild but not disciplined war horses. Under normal circumstances, with his strength, it is naturally not a problem to subdue these war horses.

But now when encountering a mare in heat, the unruly wild horse under the buttocks will become a huge flaw.

Just as Loras lifted his mask and accepted the cheers from the audience, "Magic Mountain" Gregor roared angrily:

"Bring me my sword!"

After the attendant handed Gregor the "Magic Mountain" a huge sword that looked like a door panel, the crazy knight of the western region chopped off the entire head of his horse with one sword!

Blood spurted out, drenching the whole body of "Magic Mountain", making him look like a devil crawling out of hell.

This bloody scene instantly turned the cheers on the field into screams.

Gregor the "Magic Mountain" charged at Loras with a bloody longsword.

Margaery realized something was wrong, and quickly stood up to remind her brother, but her voice was already drowned out by raging screams.

Loras finally came to his senses, and hurriedly shouted to his attendant for a sword.

But the "Magic Mountain" had rushed to him.

clang!

Loras only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he fell off the horse.

He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't use any strength at all. He could only watch in horror as the huge sword flashing with cold light swung towards his neck!

clang!

The giant sword was blocked.

Loras let go suddenly, only to realize that it was Samwell who had arrived.

"The tournament is over!" Samwell yelled after blocking Gregor the "Magic Mountain" with his oaken shield.

In the fight just now, he found that the terrifying knight of the western region in front of him was actually stronger than himself!

His shield hand was numb from the shock.

"Magic Mountain" Gregor let out a roar, and swung his sword again.

At this time, "The Hound" Sandor Clegane also swung his sword and took the blow from his brother.

Then, the Clegane brothers fought back and forth.

Although the two are brothers, they are no different from enemies. When "Hound Dog" moved his brother's toy when he was a child, he pressed half of his face into the brazier and burned it.

While the two brothers were fighting, Samwell helped Loras up and took him to a safe place.

"Thank you, Sam! You saved my life!"

"This is what I should do." Samwell laughed.

In fact, without him, "The Hound" would stop "Magic Mountain", but since it can brush up the favor of the Tyrell family, why not Samwell.

At this time, "The Hound" Sandor had already been beaten back again and again by his brother, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

Fortunately, the king's resonant voice finally sounded: "In the name of your king, stop me immediately!"

"The Hound" Sandor immediately knelt down on one knee when he heard the words, and "Magic Mountain" Gregor's slash missed, and then he regained his reason.

He dropped his sword, snorted angrily, and turned away without saying a word.

This bloody farce finally came to an end.

At this time, the joust has reached the final stage, and there are only four knights left on the field——

"Knight of Flowers" Loras Tyrell, "The Hound" Sandor Clegane, "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister, and Samwell Caesar.

Samwell remounted his horse, took his spear, and came to the field to stand still.

Through the eyeholes of his helmet, he watched his opponent.

The knight on the opposite side is indeed very heroic, handsome and unrestrained, and his background is even more top-notch. The younger brother of Queen Cersei, the eldest son of Duke Tywin in the West, and the white knight of the Kingsguard, it is a pity that there is a "King Slayer" Disgraceful title.

No matter how many reasons he had for killing "Mad King" Aerys Targaryen back then, he had violated his oath after all, and this stain would accompany the eldest son of Casterly Rock City for his entire life.

As the horn sounded, Samwell put aside distracting thoughts and began to charge faster.

Boom!

The two armored knights collided with each other, and then separated.

Didn't fall off the horse.

Samwell threw away the broken lance, lifted his mask, and looked back.

A formidable opponent.

The two put on new lances and charged again.

But after three rounds of this competition, there was still no winner.

Samwell received the brand-new lance handed over by his attendant Kato, rode back to the venue, and was preparing for the fourth round of competition.

But who knows, a loud voice suddenly came from the grandstand:

"No need to compare, the winner is Samwell Caesar!"

Samwell turned his head in amazement, only to find that it was King Robert who made the verdict.

"Why!" Queen Cersei's sharp voice rang out, arguing for her younger brother, "Jaime didn't fall off his horse!"

Holding the horned wine glass, Robert shouted: "Woman, I know better than you! Samwell hit more accurately in the last few rounds, and sat more firmly on the horse!"

"You're partial!" the queen was still relentless, "You just don't want to see James win!"

"Shut up, woman! I'm the king, and whoever wins wins! You want to help your brother to make a verdict, so let's get a dick first! Hahaha!"

The queen turned pale with rage, and trembled all over.

James was free and easy, he threw the lance directly, took off his helmet, and said lightly:

"Yes, Your Majesty, follow your decision."

Samwell didn't expect that he could benefit from the conflict between the king and queen, so he saluted and thanked the main stand happily.

As for whether he stabbed more accurately and sat more stably just now... Who knows, since the king said yes, then it is.

Just as Samwell took off his helmet and took a breath, he saw "Kingslayer" James coming to him on horseback.

With a cynical smile on his face, this handsome man with blond hair said:

"Boy, you have good strength. However, if you fight with real swords and guns, within three swords, I can finish you."

After speaking, without waiting for Samwell to respond, he rode his horse and left.

"What a stinky man." Samwell curled his lips.

If it was really a life-and-death duel, Samwell believed that with [Dawn] in his hand, he could finish this "King Slayer" with a single sword.

However, without the help of Excalibur, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be James' opponent.

He had already tried it out just now. This person's strength is only a little smaller than his own, but his riding skills are better than his own, and he also has the attribute of agility, which is a hindrance. If the duel is fair, there is indeed a high probability of losing.

But it doesn't matter, Samwell believes that he still has a lot of room for improvement.

Sooner or later, he will be able to piss with one hand and beat the "Kingslayer" with only the other.

Next up is Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers, against Sandor Clegane, the Hound.

However, when Loras came out, he only wore a linen shirt and said to Sandor:

"My dear Sir Sandor, you just saved my life, so the victory is yours."

"I'm no knight," Sandor muttered.

Indeed, the second son of the Clegane family has always refused to accept the canonization of knights, although he already has enough qualifications.

Still, he accepted Loras' offer.

In this way, there are only two players left on the field——

Sandor "The Hound" Clegane, and Samwell Caesar.

The two of them will compete for the final championship.