Chapter 136 The Birth of Black and Green (Second Update)

For several days, the martial arts competition was held as usual.

The seventh and last day.

Hundreds of knights from the seven kingdoms stormed the sand for the final competition.

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

Tournament field.

"Your Majesty, will you consider my proposal?"

Corliss sat at the VIP table and turned his head to ask the king.

Family marriage is a major event.

"We'll watch the competition first, and we'll talk about it later if we have anything to do."

Viserys simply ignored him.

Corliss smiled faintly and said no more.

Throughout the ages, Targaryens have had internal conflicts.

With the king's weak character, he was in urgent need of a helping hand.

He is bound to win!

Dangdang!

The referee sounded the gong to signal the start of the tournament.

"Where's the queen?"

Viserys glanced at the empty seat next to him and called his attendants to ask.

The attendant shook his head repeatedly and grimaced.

Viserys frowned slightly, feeling something fishy.

Looking at the lower row, Rhaenyra was not there either.

"Will there be any commotion?"

My heart couldn't stop beating, and my whole body became anxious.

Ever since his wife blatantly targeted Rhaenyra, their relationship had been on fire.

Especially in the past few days, we have been pulling each other's hair.

Neither the queen nor the princess came, and many people noticed this.

He even ignored the competition below and whispered to the people around him.

The royal family really has too many melons.

The queen's faction and the princess's faction in the palace are increasingly at odds with each other.

"Her Royal Highness, here we come!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded.

Alric of the Kingsguard looked serious and held his head high at the entrance to the tournament.

Two rows of guards in black armor and red robes opened a passage.

This movement immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What's going on?"

Someone asked in confusion.

The same doubts were expressed by the imperial ministers in the VIP seats and the court officials sitting nearby.

Under the protection of the guards, Allison walked out slowly.

A sexy light green dress, paired with pearl earrings, and her light red curly hair spread naturally.

Allison raised her head slightly and walked towards the VIP table step by step.

A group of Hightower tribesmen wearing the same green clothes and wearing the emblem of the Burning Tower on their chests followed her.

One of them, a proud middle-aged man with blond curly hair, looked at the guests around him with disdain.

Horrent Hightower, the leader of House Hightower, the Voice of Oldtown and the Lighthouse of the South.

At the same time, he is Allison's uncle and the brother of former Prime Minister Otto.

The Hightowers were present to support their queen.

"Your Majesty, I'm late."

Alison walked up to the VIP table, bowed slightly to her husband, and glanced at everyone present.

Viserys had a complicated expression and nodded perfunctorily.

Alison called the tribesmen to sit down and occupied less than half of the VIP seats.

Eamonn is missing.

Rhaenyra kept targeting her.

Times are hard for the court, so show the world how powerful the Hightower family is.

"Your Majesty, long time no see."

Hollent was polite.

Viserys smiled unnaturally.

Horent saw the king, then looked at the sea serpent Corliss and said hello: "Lord Corliss, I am very happy to hear that your fleet has opened up the sea transportation to the Stepped Islands."

Collis glanced at him and said a few words.

"Let's talk when we have time. The King is still waiting for Her Royal Highness the Queen to serve."

Hollent chuckled.

Although his behavior was very decent, it made people feel uncomfortable.

So don't worry, it's intentional.

Alison felt proud and sat down next to her husband.

The Hightower family is a top family with wealth and power comparable to the Lannisti and Velaryon families.

In the Reach, not even the Tyrell family can overpower them.

Just among the vassals surrounding the old town, there are six long-established families.

Viserys looked at his wife with mixed emotions, his body aching from the cuts.

Her Royal Highness the Queen entered the venue wearing a green dress, and the Hightower family attracted attention.

Everyone present was silent, silently acting as spectators.

On a nearby seat, two Strongs were whispering to each other.

Harwin gloated: "Hightower has made a big splash, and the king must be very angry now."

The Strong family replaced the Hightowers at court, and the two were naturally hostile.

Laris' eyes were deep and he asked with a smile: "Do you know the color of the bonfire that is lit when the Tower of Towers summons the vassals?"

Harwin looked at Her Royal Highness the Queen's light green dress and said in surprise: "Green."

"It's obvious."

Larisse's smile grew wider.

The marriage between the princess and the Velaryon family failed, but instead caused conflicts between the queen and the princess.

It's an unexpected gain.

Similar conversations took place in every corner of the arena.

Vassals of House Hightower, partners in Oldtown, nobles who support primogeniture...

All eyes turned to the graceful Queen, and some thoughts arose.

Everyone realizes something.

The wind is coming, King's Landing.

"Hiss!"

A loud dragon roar suddenly sounded, reaching the ears of everyone present.

boom--

The thin clouds and mist in the sky tore apart, and a giant yellow jade dragon rushed out, covering half of the arena in shadow.

The giant dragon swooped down, its light-colored wing membranes making a shrill sound.

"dragon!!"

Someone exclaimed.

The nobles were shocked and subconsciously tried to avoid it.

"Land, Syrax!"

The girl's magnetic voice echoed, and the High Valyrian language had an inexplicable charm.

"Hiss!"

Syrax raised his head and roared, his body length of nearly twenty meters was comparable to a house, and he circled around the competition field three times.

The wings fanned out strong winds, knocking over the wine bottle on the table.

Many aristocratic women raised their skirts, feasting the eyes of the men around them.

boom!

After showing off enough, Syrax slowly landed on the high wall of the tournament.

"Get out of the way!"

A group of people emerged and pushed away the chaotic crowd.

Judging by their attire, they were all young men and women from noble families.

"I have to go."

Seeing this, Harwin left his lame brother behind and followed him.

Faster than him was Cole, the figure in silver armor and white robes leading the way.

Bang!

Rhaenyra jumped off the dragon's back, her beautiful face looking calm.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Her Royal Highness was wearing a black and red dress, with the black skirt revealing her white shoulders, and red ribbons wrapped around her arms.

A necklace in the shape of three red dragons hung around the swan's neck, and gold and gemstone rings were worn on her slender fingers.

Gorgeous and gorgeous.

"Follow me."

Rhaenyra spoke calmly and walked towards the VIP table with full aura.

Several noble girls followed as female companions.

A dozen noble men lined the road on both sides, acting as guards.

Each one is young and wears a noble badge on his chest.

A few of the more conspicuous ones.

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A white mermaid on a blue-green background, azure twin towers on a gray-white background, a group of crows surrounding a dead weirwood on a bright red background...

In addition to these, there are also the coats of arms of the nobility of the Reach and Stormlands.

They are all heirs or capable second sons of their families, and they voluntarily follow the young, beautiful, and courageous Princess.

Rhaenyra walked up to the VIP table and took the lead in staring at the gorgeously dressed Allison.

"Stepdaughter."

Alison stood up and said hello through gritted teeth.

But the title is really interesting.

Rhaenyra simply ignored him, looked at her father who had a complicated expression, stepped forward to hug him and kissed the side of his face.

"I'm not a little girl anymore."

Viserys heard it clearly and felt heavy in his heart.

Rhaenyra, with a stubborn look on her face, sat in the empty seat in the front row.

A large number of noble men and women took their seats, most of them wearing deep black clothes, which was in sharp contrast to the green Hightower family.

"Hiss!"

Syrax roared, flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, playing among the clouds and mist.

Suddenly, there was deathly silence in the competition arena.

Everyone kept recalling the appearance of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the dragon-controlling figure was deeply etched in their minds.

In terms of pomp, makeup and appearance, she completely overwhelmed Her Royal Highness the Queen who appeared first.

A key point comes to mind.

Her Royal Highness is a Targaryen and an adult dragonborn who owns a dragon.

In the past, Prince Aemon had overshadowed her glory, almost making people forget this.

But, a dragon is a dragon!

"Your Majesty, you should say something."

Leonor lay next to the king's ear, reminding him to suppress the situation that was about to get out of control.

Viserys knew what he was thinking and spoke seriously: "Today, we are competing for the championship of the tourney. I hope you will go all out."

Dangdang!

The referee sounded the gong to signal the duelists to enter.

Allison took a deep breath and silently picked at her nails with both hands.

The Kagel brothers who were guarding the left and right looked at each other and walked down from the VIP table to participate in the duel.

"I'll go too."

Galwen Hightower volunteered, vowing to take off the crown of love and beauty and give it to his sister.

The Queen's Party, or the Green Party that is gradually taking shape, has taken action.

Rhaenyra crossed her legs and said confidently: "Cole, you go too."

"Yes, princess."

Cole was stunned for a moment and walked down from the VIP table.

With his martial arts skills, it is not difficult to get good results.

The rest of the Black Party was silent for a moment, and several people walked out one after another.

The representative characters are Harwin with a maniacal smile, and Garwin Hightower with a green cloak.

He is the commander of the Capital Guard, and the other party is the deputy commander of the Capital Guard.

Teaching the other party a lesson will help you control your subordinates.

Rhaenyra glanced at a few people and nodded lightly.

She is maintaining the style of a prince. The more cold and unkind she is, the more unattainable she becomes.

The contestants left the field one after another.

The referee sounded the gong one after another, and the duels started one after another.

"Where is Aemon?"

In full view of everyone, Rhaenyra stood up and sat next to Lannal.

Lanino sat next to his sister and immediately ran away stiffly.

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend...

"I've been looking for you for several days, but you haven't seen me yet."

Rhaenyra lowered her posture and took the other's green palm.

She learned about Alison's demonstration today from Bai Maggot Xiaomei's mouth, and prepared for an even more overwhelming Halong power.

In the same way, after being reminded by Bai Maggot Xiaomei, she took the initiative to plead with Lanner.

Lanner responded silently.

Rhaenyra frowned

The other party didn't bother to lie and simply didn't want to tell her.

"You must know, just tell me if he will come back."

Unable to bear the anxiety, I clenched my hands tightly.

Lanner glanced sideways, showing some old feelings for her, and softly spat: "Wait a minute."

Rhaenyra let go.

Dangdang!

The gong rang, and the martial arts showdown was in full swing.

"drive!"

"drive!"

In the second scene, Alec and Cole faced each other, charging and colliding with each other on their horses.

Bang!

Cole raised his lance, and his dear Iron Guard brother flew out immediately.

Yarik fell heavily, but fortunately his armor protected him well.

He got up and called the servant to hand over the sword.

Cole held the shield in one hand and waved the meteor hammer in the other, reminding: "Brother, be careful."

"You don't have to pretend to be a good person."

Yarik charged with the sword, his movements were fast and neat.

A flash of contempt flashed in Cole's eyes, he raised the shield to resist twice, and swung the meteor hammer to fight back.

He was tall and his martial arts were better.

Within a dozen rounds, the meteor hammer knocked the long sword away and hit the opponent's chest mercilessly.

"Puff!"

Yarik spit out a mouthful of old blood, fell to the ground and fainted directly.

"Good fight!"

The Black Party cheered and shouted Cole's name.

Cole took off his mask and looked in the direction of Her Royal Highness, hoping to get a smile and praise.

Rhaenyla lowered her head, immersed in her own world.

Cole was disappointed and clenched the handle of the meteor hammer.

Clang clang!

The next contestant to appear was Alec's brother, Ilic.

Cole rode a horse to fight, and the outcome was basically the same.

Ilic lasted a few more rounds, and was almost smashed in the head by the meteor hammer. After dodging, he was hit in the right leg.

Then, contestants from all sides appeared.

Including Harwin, who was full of fighting spirit, wanted to avenge his previous shame at the hands of Cole.

Clang clang!

He immediately knocked the opponent down and avenged the "Bone Breaker".

Cole got up with an ugly face, and did not care whether they were in the same group or not, and the meteor hammer flew up.

Harwin had more strength than flexibility.

After taking several hammers in a row, his collarbone was broken again, and he shouted in humiliation to surrender.