Chapter 16: Dornishmen

"You're right, sergeant."

Baelon was speechless, but that didn't stop him from belittling the bloody contest.

Saying "I'm hungry" to Rhaenyra, he got up and headed straight to the banquet area.

Watching the unnecessary fights made him lose his appetite, and he urgently needed some fruit to relieve his fatigue.

Eric shrugged and walked with him behind.

...

The charging phase has ended, and there are also jousts and archery, hand-to-hand combat and duels...

After rounds of thrilling competitions with flights of flesh and blood, we entered the duel phase.

The rules are simple: two people in armor wield weapons in an unrestricted competition.

Until one party surrenders or dies.

Commonly known as one-on-one.

The first two duels are very exciting: the knights wield swords and hammers, and the scenes of fighting with gold and iron are bloody.

Because the armor protection is excellent, it will only cause injuries at most, but it will not cause disability or even death.

The people on the dueling field are not fools.

They came here for honor and gold. Since they have shown their faces in front of most of the nobles in the country, why do they have to fight to the death?

As long as the fighting is fierce enough, the nobles will applaud and win.

They couldn't tell if it was a real fight or a show.

Soon the third duel began.

On one side is Bart Hammer Knight from Iron Oak City in the Vale.

This knight is tall, rough-looking, clad in silver-gray armor, and wields a war hammer in one hand and a shield in the other.

On the other side was a young man with dark skin dressed in light armor and wielding a lance.

It is not difficult to see that he should come from Dorne.

It is necessary to mention.

Although Aegon the Conqueror unified the Seven Kingdoms, the Dornish people never acknowledged submission to the Targaryen dynasty and have been rebelling all year round.

It was not until a few years before the death of Aegon I that the Prince of Dorne sent a representative and the two parties reached a reconciliation.

At this point, the war between the Targaryens and the Dornish people came to an end.

Of course, the war ended, but the small disputes never ceased.

The fierce Dornish people often raided the surrounding areas, causing trouble to the entire kingdom.

Looking at the face of Dorne below, some interest finally arose in the bored heart of Rhaenyra.

"I didn't expect a Dornish warrior to participate in this tournament."

Rhaenyra looked at Cole who was protecting her and asked curiously, "Who do you think will win?"

Cole laughed and said, "It's still unknown. How can we? Predict the outcome of a fight?"

"They say the Dornish are fierce and good fighters, and they're barbarians who drink blood from their hair. Is it true or not?"

Rhaenyra awaited eagerly.

The referee blew the horn, and the duel began.

Bart hid his face under his helmet, swinging his war hammer and advancing step by step, not daring to relax.

He had also heard rumors about the Dornish people.

Cruel and ruthless...

He dared not take it lightly, who knew if the other party would be cruel?

On the contrary, the young Dornishman was more natural: he walked back and forth with the weapons on his arm, taunting words: "Fool, why didn't you go to the forge to forge? Don't waste your broken hammer."

As he said this, he provocatively spoke. Dodge to the left and jump skillfully, constantly exerting psychological pressure on the opponent.

Bart had never been on the battlefield, his psychological quality was inferior to others, and he could not suppress his anger after being insulted.

"Brown-skinned monkey, I hope your head is as hard as your mouth and won't be crushed by the hammer."

Taking advantage of the opponent's jump, Bart stepped forward and swung his war hammer around his waist with powerful momentum.

The audience outside the venue watched attentively, with their eyes wide open, hoping to see the exciting scene of blood splattering everywhere.

"Idiot, you're too slow."

The young Dornishman rolled on the ground and avoided the war hammer's attack.

He spread his legs to stop rolling, raised his hand, and pierced the weak point in Bart's leg armor joint, causing blood to immediately spurt out.

"Ah! Damn Dornishmen!"

The pain awakened Bart's blood, and he roared angrily, raising the hammer and striking again.

He would crush the heads of the young Dornishmen.

Unfortunately, the Dornish youth was too flexible.

The man moved his body like a rolling donkey, pulled out the lance with all his strength, and pierced again the weak point in Bart's lower back.

Poof:

With a penetrating wound to his waist, Bart knelt down and blood seeped from his armor.

After a successful attack, the young Dornishman did not pursue victory, but looked around at Bart, who could not get up.

With a mocking look on his face, he said, "This knight from the Vale, you seem to be very unfriendly to us Dornish!"

He pulled the lance out of the opponent's wound and continued shouting, "You call me brown-skinned monkey. Then what are you, people from the Vale? Compete with me head-on, like a goat jumping like a monkey."

"Hahaha, what a clever statement, letting others use their flaws to challenge their own strengths."

The young Dornishman did not hide his mockery: "When it comes to the battlefield, do you also ask the enemy not to hide, Vale Goat?"

"You damn bastard, go to hell!"

Bart had already lost his mind. As the other party spoke, he clenched his war hammer and swung it against the ground, trying to break the other's ankle.

How could the Dornish youth be so unprepared?

With a slight jump, he evaded his long-planned sneak attack, and the weapon's tip penetrated Bart's right hand that held the hammer down.

As soon as the weapon was raised, Bart's palm was cut, and he groaned miserably.

Bang -

As soon as the cry came out, the young Dornishman lifted his knee and struck Bart's chin, forcing him to suppress his voice.

Then, he took off his helmet, exposing his vulnerable head.

The young Dornishman smiled cruelly and, in the fearful gaze of Bart, kicked him in the mouth.

His teeth were mixed with blood and he could only let out a desperate groan.

His head was injured, and Bart fell completely to the ground, his body trembling slightly.

The young Dornishman put a gun to his throat, looked at the crowd outside the field, and shouted, "Look! What a brave knight from the Vale, who won't even surrender to death."

Using thick leather boots, the large foot stomped on Bart's face, crushing it back and forth.

Seeing this scene, the audience present changed their expressions.

This was no longer a simple duel, but a unilateral massacre.

To the king, Viserys's face turned pale, he angrily scolded the Prime Minister Leonor who was beside him, "Where does this Dornish barbarian come from? He has no honor or etiquette. Is he demonstrating it to everyone present?"

He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and explained, "Your Majesty, the Dornishman here is called Diga Orleans. When he signed up to participate in the competition, he expressed his great respect and wanted to give you a wonderful performance."

"Is this what you call a wonderful performance?"

Viserys was furious, "The Dornish people are never grateful. You should arrest them for robbery and lock them in a water prison until they die."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Leonor bowed her head guiltily, "Now I can only pray that Knight Bart's life ends quickly and doesn't cause too much negative impact."

"Is it even necessary to say this?"

Viserys snorted and ignored it.

In the field, the young Dornishman continued to jump around and talk nonsense.

"I heard there are many warriors in the Vale. Why is this knight so weak? Did someone take a bribe to let him in, right? After working so hard for so long, I finally signed the contract and I'm happy."