Chapter 81 Five Years

289 years of the conquest calendar.

Time flies by.

Since Viserys went to Braavos alone and reached an alliance with Braavos and Dorne, he won the acquiescence of Braavos, and then led the fleet across the narrow sea to the hometown of the Andals.

The fleeing Targaryen embers finally escaped from the usurper's sword hanging over his head and found a place to stand. Then they called the surrounding Andal villages and established a city - Andalos on this land.

And now, in the blink of an eye.

Five years have passed.

Under the clear sky, hordes of crows landed on the spires of the castle's tall spires.

fluttering--

Then the wings of the black wings vibrated, and the crow raised its beak to peck at its own feathers, then raised its head again, and the scene under the tower was reflected in its scarlet eyes.

This is a flat school field, with a wide horse track, and two knights in helmets and armor sitting on their horses are facing each other, sorting out their gear.

On one side is a white horse, and at the other end of the racetrack is a strong black horse, whistling slightly.

wow-

The knight riding on the white horse looked a little thinner. His whole body was covered with bright silver armor that was polished and polished. He was bending over on the horse to adjust his greaves, making a metal friction sound.

On the other side, the knight on the dark horse looked a little taller, and he was covered in heavy armor.

Tread

The black horse looked a little restless, whistling constantly, while the white horse on the other side was a little excited and stepped on its hooves restlessly.

Both knights were holding a wooden lance for competition with one hand, but the tip of the spear had been replaced with an uncut tip, polished into a rounded blunt tip.

Afterwards, the two sides were ready, and they were silent and only made a gesture. Outside the racetrack, a gray-haired old man sitting on a chair saw that the two were ready, coughed violently for a moment, and then waved his hand.

"let's start."

With the order of the gray-haired old man on the sidelines.

The white horse knight did not wear a shield, but held the reins with one hand, and then his legs suddenly caught the horse's stomach.

This white warhorse, which had been eager to try for a long time, rushed out suddenly, and its snow-colored mane spread out with the wind, shining like an angry lion.

On the other side, the silent black horse knight also urged the horse to rush out at the same time under this order, holding the lance tightly in one hand, and raising the round shield tied to his left arm with the other hand.

The range of the racecourse is actually not very large, but it is enough for the two war horses to charge at full speed.

rumbling—

The galloping horses' hooves rolled up the dust in the field and made a huge roar, and the two knights rushed towards each other.

People borrow horsepower, horses borrow power.

On the battlefield, a knight with a man and a horse covered in plate armor sprints with all his strength like a savage tank, almost indestructible, with a strong deterrent and impact.

In an instant.

The two knights were so close that they could even see each other's eyes through their visors.

The eyes of the two people crossed, and the dark horse knight saw each other's eyes, and his heart thumped for no reason.

After that, there was no need to think about it. The two horses were about to cross each other, and it was almost a moment of lightning and flint, and the two knights raised their lances at the same time and aimed at each other.

The dark horse knight had a shield tied to his left arm, which he also raised to block him.

next second.

boom--

Sawdust flying.

A white horse, a black horse, and two horses interlaced with a loud noise. The lance in the hands of the white horse knight suddenly broke and turned into wood chips.

And on the castle.

In front of an open window stood a slim young girl with beautiful long brown hair, white cheeks, and a pair of eyes as clear as water.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the window watching the spear competition below, and when she saw this sudden scene, she exclaimed slightly.

"Viserys!"

He subconsciously covered his mouth.

Off the field however.

When the two horses staggered, the lance in the hands of the white horse knight broke with a bang, but the taller knight on the black horse was overturned directly from the horse's back to the ground.

thump--

The tin can fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, and then couldn't move.

The dark horse ran forward for more than ten meters before realizing that its owner had fallen off the horse.

rumbling—

And the knight on the white horse didn't restrain the war horse either. He held the broken lance with only one wooden pole in one hand, and threw it to the ground outside the racecourse.

Then the war horse ran forward for a dozen meters and waited for the inertia of the charge to completely dissipate. Then he restrained the reins and turned the horse's head, turned the fence from the other side of the racetrack, and ran back again.

wow-

The victorious knight got off his horse and dismounted, the armor made a noise, and then he directly pulled off the visor covering his face, and took off the helmet he was wearing on his head.

The clean and handsome cheek below was exposed, and the long silver-gold hair fell on the cold armor. It was the little king Viserys. Then the young knight bent down, holding the helmet in one hand, and stretched out the other. Come by hand.

"Bessie."

"How about it?"

The knight lying on the ground formed a 'big' shape, his chest was constantly heaving, and he was breathing heavily.

A deep pit was smashed out of Bessie's breastplate, and now his chest is also aching, but fortunately the bones should not be broken.

But now he doesn't want to move at all, and even a little wants to give up treatment.

Just at the moment when the two horses staggered in the spear competition, the speed was too fast. The spear competition was to decide the winner in an instant. Except for the two knights in the confrontation, few people could see what happened.

Bessie raised her lance high and raised her shield at the same time, but with an unexpected reaction speed, Viserys turned slightly sideways just to avoid his lance.

At the same time, the lance in Viserys' hand smashed through the shield in his hand, hitting the heaviest breastplate on Bessie's body directly, and then knocked him to the ground.

I fell seven meat and eight elements.

At this moment, Bessie heard the sound of hooves in her ears, and his big black horse ran back again, and was constantly arching his head with his head, as if he was afraid that his master had been thrown to death.

At the same time, Viserys also jumped off his horse and extended his hand.

"I'm fine, Your Majesty."

Snapped--

Then Bessie took the little king's hand and was pulled from the ground.

"It's just that the loss was a bit too bad, and the fall hurt a bit."

Bessie took off the helmet on top of her head, revealing a slightly dark cheek and dark hair, and smiled bitterly.

At the same time, he just seemed to see that Princess Renice seemed to be watching the battle, and then raised his head.

However, there was no one at the open window on the castle.