The surface of the Great Wall was divided into two parts. The sunlight reflected off the crystal-clear surface of the Great Wall, while the lower part was shrouded in a layer of mist.
In the morning mist that gradually thinned in the morning glow, the sound of swords clashing resounded through the square.
"Clang!" The sword fell from Galen's hand and landed in the mud. He clutched his wrist and cried out in pain. "Ah, I lost. His Majesty is so strong. "
"Hmph, if it was a real sword that had been unsealed, your head would have been split in two." Alisa laughed loudly at the big night watchman. "You really are a stupid ox. After fighting with His Majesty for ten rounds, you were stabbed twice in the head, once in the shoulder, once in the chest, and now your wrist is' broken '."
Danny commented, "Galen, you're stronger than me and Jon, but your body's coordination and flexibility are a bit lacking. You'll be finished if you meet a master swordsman."
"I was even worse two years ago. When I first started, my swordsmanship was still improving. But in the last six months, I can't seem to improve anymore." The big Galen said dejectedly.
"You're using the wrong weapon." Danny pulled down her mask and exhaled a long breath of white mist. She stabbed her sword into the ground and held the hilt with her left hand. Her right hand pointed at the hammer on the weapon rack. "You should learn hammering skills. Wear full body armor and have a companion to protect you. Swing the hammer as hard as you can.
Maybe you won't be as invincible as Robert, but at least it's better than you, who can't even drag someone down with you. "
"You can try." The former martial arts instructor of Dark Castle, Sir Alisa, said thoughtfully.
"Alright, who's next?" Dani pulled down her mask, raised her sword and asked the Night Watcher beside her.
"Me, it's my turn to spar with His Majesty!" An old man raised his hand excitedly.
Danny saw that the old man was hunched over, his beard was grey, and his limbs were loose. She couldn't help but doubt him. "Old man, can you do it? Don't break your bones with one strike. "
"Your Majesty, don't look down on me. I'm the most elite warrior of the Night Watchers, a ranger! You, on the other hand, have already challenged four night watchers. Are you tired? "The old man twirled the sword in his hand and asked with a smile.
"Do you know how to lift something heavy as if it were light?" Danny asked.
She hadn't completely stepped into the realm of lifting weights as if they were light, but her endurance had increased by at least 50%.
The old man's smile disappeared, and he said in surprise, "I didn't expect Your Majesty's swordsmanship to be so high. It seems that I have to show my true ability."
After he finished speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed towards Danny's heart. His speed was so fast that it didn't match his old appearance.
Danny was a little surprised, but she nimbly leaned to the side to avoid the stab. At the same time, she spun around and added her strength to her sword, quickly slashing at the old man's waist.
"Clang —" The sound of metal hitting metal drowned out the chatter of the night watchers.
The old man's movements were nimble, and his eyesight was accurate. He stopped his left foot and used his left foot as a fulcrum to gently rotate his body. Then he stretched his right foot and lowered his center of gravity. He held the sword upside down with his right hand and pressed the middle of the sword with his left hand, just in time to block Danny's fierce attack.
Danny's sword was firmly blocked, but her right hand was so numb that she almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword. The old man seemed to see her predicament, so he took a step forward and slashed at her head with the sword upside down in a big arc.
It was as powerful as thunder!
"Ah!" Jon, Alliser, Old Eamon, and the rest of the night watchers cried out in shock.
"Ulma is old but strong, and his swordsmanship is getting better and better." Barristan was also shocked.
"Ha —" Just when everyone thought that Dani would definitely be hit, she let out a clear cry. Her waist was as flexible as a willow branch as she bent backwards, and the iron boots on her feet kicked the old man's right hand that was swinging down.
"Bang — Plop — Chi!" The sword was kicked more than ten meters high, and when it finally fell, it stabbed into the mud. Before the sword hit the ground, Danny fell into the mud, splashing mud everywhere.
But she didn't cry out, nor did she stop moving. She was like a nimble little pig. Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, she quickly rolled half a circle in the mud, as if she was dodging a sharp arrow that was shot at her.
When she changed from lying on the ground to crawling on the ground, she suddenly pounced forward and pushed the old man, who was holding his hand and staring blankly at her, to the ground. With a crack, the old man's right arm was dislocated under the weight of several tens of kilograms of iron armor.
"Ow —" The old man howled in pain.
Danny's iron gloves that were covered in wet mud still held the hilt of the sword firmly. The blade of the sword was pressed against the old man's neck. She exhaled clouds of white smoke and asked in a rough voice, "Do you surrender?"
"Chi!" The sword that was flying in the air finally fell …
"Surrender, I surrender!" The old man shouted.
"How, how is this a training ground!" The one-armed blacksmith murmured in shock, "She, she must have participated in many battles … No, she is only 16 years old, it is impossible for her to have experienced hundreds of battles. This is talent, a perfect talent for fighting on the battlefield, exactly the same as Robert."
"What's going on? Why is Her Majesty fighting so hard? "Todd looked around and asked in confusion.
"That is her conditioned reaction." The Shadow Tower's commander, Sir Mallister, said with a serious expression.
Red Pomegranate Marcy nodded and said, "After she fell to the ground, Ulma should have pounced or used his left hand to throw a dagger at her. Although Ulma didn't do anything, she immediately turned around and dodged. What a terrifying battle talent! "
Barristan said proudly, "Her Majesty almost never held a sword before the age of 15, but her talent is very good. Under my training for more than a year, she has achieved achievements that many knights would never be able to achieve in their lifetime."
"What, only a year of training?" Sir Mallister said in disbelief, "This doesn't make sense! All of us started training from the age of five. Even the extremely talented Prince Rega started practicing martial arts at the age of 12 and only achieved some success after four years of training. "
Barristan smiled bitterly and asked, "In the past 14 years, she didn't even have enough to eat and wandered around with Prince Viseris. Who taught her martial arts?"
"Uh …" Everyone fell silent with a complicated expression.
"She has strength, speed, and skills. In a few years, Her Majesty might be able to achieve something in the tournament! Yes, she will participate as a mysterious knight. "Scholar Yimont said with relief.
Perestan glanced at him with a wooden face and said strangely, "In a few years, Her Majesty will become the first female knight to win the tournament in the history of Westeros."
"Seven Gods above!"
Red Pomegranate Marcy said in shock, "When did this happen?"
The red-nosed old man said, "A few days ago, in the old town. In order to recruit free riders to deal with the pirate attacks, the Hyder and Tyrell families jointly organized a 'Honey Wine River Tournament'.
Her Majesty changed her name to 'Leila Vesuvius' and Sir Barristan as her knight attendant. When the two of them came to the old town, they happened to encounter this matter and she signed up as a mysterious knight. "
"Leila Vesuvius …" Yimont said thoughtfully, "Her mother's name is' Leila 'and' Vesuvius' is the surname of the king's illegitimate son."
"Did anyone recognize her identity?" Master Tanner asked curiously, "She looks very similar to Queen Leila and Madam Leilei. Even I can see that something is wrong."
"She dyed her hair black, her eyebrows and temperament changed." The old professor shook his head. "She defeated 'Valiant' Garan, 'Laughing Baylor' and 'Horned Hill' Deacon consecutively.
She won the 'Crown of Love and Beauty' and took off her helmet on the spot to put on a golden rose crown … Hehe, there were thousands of people here, including me. I have never been so shocked in my life, but no one doubted her identity. "
"The Crown of Love and Beauty? Gosh, what a legendary experience. I reckon the people of the old town will never forget such a scene. "
Scholar Yimont was fascinated. He could not wait to see the scene of the Targaryen descendants in the Glory Martial Arena with his own eyes.
"Isn't that so? When the news spreads, everyone will know the true identity of 'Leila who put on a crown for herself'. Every day, there will be poets reciting her deeds in taverns all over the world," the red-nosed old man said bitterly.
Jon listened with envy and admiration. He grew up listening to Old Nan's stories. 'Fool' Florian and Qiongqi, Nymeria, 'Clever' Rann, 'City Builder' Brandon, 'Star Eye' Semion, 'Bard' Bell … There was no doubt that soon, Queen Danny Rize who 'fought for her crown for herself' would also become one of those legendary heroes.
This was the dream that he, Robb, Bran … and even Theon the chameleon, the four brothers shared when they listened to the stories!
Legendary heroes were too far away, but he did have the intention to make a name for himself in the tournament.
He even fantasized that after he won the Crown of Love and Beauty, he would give it to his' little sister '(Little sister was Jon's exclusive name for Erya). Maybe his father would think better of him, maybe Caitlin … Aunty would not be so sarcastic to him. She would often mock him until he ran away from the crowd with tears in his eyes …
But the dream became a dream. He became a Night Watcher and no longer had the right to participate in the tournament. As for Robb, Theon, Bran and the rest …
"Perestan, Perestan …" the queen's voice came from afar.
"I'm here." The red-nosed old man on the stone steps craned his neck and asked curiously, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
"Why are you so blind? Come down and treat this old man's injuries. "
"Ah? Oh, I'm coming. "The old man was stunned. Only then did he remember that he had become a Night Watcher …
"Old man, your swordsmanship is very strong. If it weren't for your old age and slow movements, I wouldn't be your opponent." Danny wiped the mud off her body as she spoke to the hunchbacked old man who was groaning on the ground.
"Ulma is actually better at archery." Barristan walked over with a half-filled wooden bucket and helped Danny clean the mud on her armor.
"I didn't expect a 'white raven' like you to still remember me." The hunchbacked old man glanced at the white knight and snorted.
"I also didn't expect a bandit like you to not be taken away by the stranger." The white knight said bluntly.
"You know each other?" Danny was interested.
His hands paused for a moment before Barristan said in a complicated tone, "Ulma once shot an arrow through one of the hand of the 'white bull' Sir Geno. He's a … bandit of the Imperial Forest Brotherhood. He's somewhat similar to the Brotherhood without a flag in Hejian.
A few decades have passed in the blink of an eye. Both of our companions are no longer around. "
"Your Majesty, I'm more willing to let you remember that I once stole a kiss from a Dornish princess." The old man who was lying on the stretcher and being examined by the doctor winked at Danny and said with a smile.
"Woo —"
"Woo —"
As the few of them were talking, a long and loud horn sounded from the Great Wall.
"Two horns, the barbarians are here."
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