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

Now on the field is "Hundred Flowers Knight" Loras Tyrell.

The third son of the Duke of High Court was dressed in a coquettish bag, with pairs of green vines and blue forget-me-not on the enamel of silver armor, and a white horse covered with a red blanket adorned with freshly picked roses.

As the audience passed, Loras took the red roses from the blanket and threw them at the young ladies in the crowd, causing a burst of exclamations.

Finally, he stopped in front of the nobles of the North and gave the last white rose to the Hand of the King, Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Winterfell.

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

Sansa blushed and didn't know what to do.

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

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

The man was over eight feet tall, with arms as thick as tree trunks, and the horse he rode beneath him resembled a toy horse.

And this person had just caused a bloody incident before.

Of course, this is a common occurrence for "Magic Mountain".

During the War, this was the same man who raped and murdered Princess Elia Martell of Dorne, the wife of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, and brutally murdered her two children.

This feud is remembered by the Martell family to this day.

So as soon as the "Magic Mountain" appeared at this time, there were bursts of shouting and scolding on the seats of the Dorne nobles.

Princess Alen looked at the huge knight in the field with fiery eyes, and couldn't help but say to Prince Oberon beside her:

"Uncle, why don't you participate in the competition?"

Prince Oberon's serpent-like eyes stared at the "Magic Mountain" and said:

"I'm not interested in playing with wooden guns. If it's a one-on-one duel, I can kill all the knights here! ”

"What about tomorrow's group hand-to-hand competition? That's a real knife and a real gun. ”

"I've checked it, and 'Magic Mountain' didn't sign up for the group competition, otherwise I would have gone." Prince Oberon took a sip of wine, his face a little helpless, "And I'm suspected of murdering Jon Arryn now, so it's better to be honest." ”

Princess Arlene nodded in agreement, thinking that after her uncle suffered a big loss, she could finally restrain herself.

Looking at the field, she suddenly noticed that the war horse of the "Magic Mountain" didn't seem to be quite right, it was constantly stamping its feet and shaking its head, screaming and neighing.

"Uncle, is there a problem with the war horse of the 'Magic Mountain'?"

"It's Loras's horse that's in trouble." Prince Oberon stared at the "Knight of the Hundred Flowers", and the corners of his mouth rose, "That's a mare, a mare in heat!" ”

As he spoke, he saw that the two knights had begun to sprint.

Gregor of the "Magic Mountain" galloped at a gallop, but he never managed to run a straight line, and just as the knight pulled the reins and tried to adjust, Loras on the opposite side had already killed like a silver lightning bolt.

Boom!

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

Cheers rang out immediately.

Samwell looked at this scene and smiled knowingly.

He knew that Loras had played a little trick and deliberately found a mare in heat.

And "Magic Mountain" Gregor has always liked to ride war horses that are too big, have a bad temper, are more wild and less disciplined, and under normal circumstances, with his strength, it is naturally not a problem to subdue these war horses.

But now when you meet a mare in heat, the unruly wild horse under the ass will become a huge flaw.

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

"Bring me my sword!"

After the squire handed a door-like giant sword to the "Magic Mountain" Gregor, the crazy knight of the Western Realm cut off the entire head of his horse with a single sword!

Blood gushed out, drenching the "Magic Mountain" and making him look like a devil who had crawled out of hell.

This bloody scene made the cheers on the field instantly turn into screams.

"Magic Mountain" Gregor carried a bloodied sword and headed straight for Loras.

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

Loras finally reacted, and hurriedly shouted at his squire for a sword.

But the "Magic Mountain" had already rushed to him.

Clang!

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

He struggled to get up, but found that he had no strength at all, and could only watch in horror as the glittering giant sword swung towards his neck!

Clang!

The greatsword was blocked.

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

"The contest is over!" Samwell used his oak shield to block the blow of "Magic Mountain" Gregor and roared.

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

His shield-bearing hands were numb with shock.

"Demon Mountain" Gregor let out a roar of rage and swung his sword again.

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

The Clegane brothers then fought.

Although these two are brothers, they are no different from enemies, and when the "hound" was a child, he pressed half of his face in the brazier because he touched his brother's toys.

While the two brothers were fighting, Samwell picked up Loras and took him to safety.

"Thank you, Sam! You saved my life! ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Samwell laughed.

In fact, without him, "Hound Dog" would have stopped "Magic Mountain", but since he could brush the favor of the Tyrell family, why wouldn't Samwell do it.

At this time, the "hound" Sandor had been beaten back again and again by his brother, and he was about to be unable to support it.

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

Hearing this, "Hound Dog" Sandor immediately knelt down on one knee, and "Magic Mountain" Gregor's slash was in the air, and then he regained his senses.

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

This bloody farce has finally come to an end.

At this time, the spear contest had reached its final stage, and there were only four knights left on the field-

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

Samwell got back on his horse, took his spear, and came to his feet.

Through the eye hole in his helmet, he looked at his opponent.

The knight on the other side is indeed very protagonist, not to mention handsome and chic, 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 Royal Guard, but unfortunately, there is a shameful title of "monarchicide".

No matter how many reasons he had for killing the "Mad King" Aerys Targaryen, he broke his oath after all, and this stain will stay with the eldest son of Castle Rock for the rest of his life.

As the horn sounded, Samwell discarded his distractions and began to speed his charge.

Boom!

The two armored knights collided violently, then staggered apart.

None of them fell off their horses.

Samwell threw away his broken riding gun, lifted his mask, and glanced back.

A formidable opponent.

The two men switched to new riding guns and charged again.

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

Samwell took the brand-new riding gun from his squire Kathu and rode back to the venue for the fourth round of the competition.

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

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

Samwell looked back in amazement, only to find that it had been King Robert who had made the decision.

"Why!" Queen Cersei's shrill voice rang out, hugging her brother, "Jaime didn't fall off his horse again!" ”

Robert held his horn glass and shouted, "Woman, I know more about martial arts than you!" In the first few rounds, Samwell hit more accurately and sat more firmly on his horse! ”

"You're partiality!" The queen was still holding on, "You just don't want to see Jaime win!" ”

"Shut up, woman! I'm the king, and whoever I say wins, whoever wins! If you want to help your brother make a ruling, let's talk about it first! Hahaha! ”

The queen turned pale with anger and trembled.

Jaime was free and easy, directly threw the riding gun, took off the helmet, and said lightly:

"Yes, Your Majesty, follow your decision."

Samwell did not expect that he would be able to benefit from the conflict between the king and the queen, and saluted and thanked the main stand with joy.

As for whether he was more accurate and sat more steadily...... Who knows, since the king said yes, that is.

Samwell had just taken off his helmet and caught his breath when he saw Jaime the "Kingkiller" come to him on a horse.

The handsome man with blonde hair had a cynical smile on his face and said:

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

After saying that, without waiting for Samwell to respond, he rode straight away.

"What a stinking man." Samwell pouted.

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

However, without Excalibur's help, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be Jaime's opponent.

He has already tried it out just now, this person's strength is only a little smaller than himself, but his riding skills are stronger than his own, and he also has the attribute of agility that drags him back, if he has a fair duel, there is indeed a high probability of losing.

But that's okay, Samwell believes he still has a lot of room for improvement.

Sooner or later, one day, he will pee with one hand, and with only the other hand he will be able to hang and beat the "monarch killer".

Next up is Loras "The Knight of the Hundred Flowers" Tyrell against Sandor "The Hound" Klegane.

However, when Loras appeared, he was only wearing a linen shirt and said to Sandor:

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

"I'm not a knight." Sandor muttered.

Indeed, the second son of House Clegane had always refused to accept knighthood, although he had long been qualified.

Still, he accepted Loras's kindness.

As a result, there are only two players left on the field -

Sandor Clegane, "Hound", and Samwell Caesar.

The two of them will compete for the final championship.

(End of chapter)