Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

"Oh haha, Pace can't breastfeed!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

Pace grinned in pain and rushed forward again with determination.

The kingdom has been at peace for many years, and most of the nobles and knights have never experienced war.

A small nobleman with weak assets like him rushes around for his territory every day.

Naturally, his skills are not as good as Godrich, who was born in a criminal den.

boom--

Godrich forced his sword away and kicked him hard in the midsection.

Pace fell backwards and rolled.

"Hehe, you are just a soft-footed shrimp!"

Godrich laughed wildly and approached with a knife.

"Son of a bitch!"

Pace suddenly cursed, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it out.

Godrich did not dodge carelessly and narrowed his eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Pace suddenly rose up and stabbed the opponent's thigh with a sword.

"ah!!"

The next moment, Godrich wailed loudly, fell to the ground and rolled.

Pace quickly retreated, looked around, and shouted: "I won, he can't stand up!"

Unfortunately, no one cheered for him.

The way he won was despicable and he only deserved the title "Pace without Noko".

Knowing that the victory would be dishonorable, Pace put away his sword and sullenly walked out of the crowd.

Soon, the attendants dragged the wailing Godrich away and returned to the castle to call the maester for treatment.

Leya walked to the crowd and shouted: "The first fight is over, is there anyone left to fight?"

Now that the competition has begun, it cannot just stop.

A unanimous response from the guests is required.

"I'll come! Who wants to fight me?"

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately came out, clamoring to find their opponent.

It's rare to attend a tournament, and this small tournament couldn't be better.

A tall man emerged from the crowd again to act as an opponent.

Within a moment.

The tall man won the joust by swinging his ax and knocking away his opponent's sword.

Most of them cheered, looking forward to the next competition.

Rhea called the attendants to pour wine for the victor.

The tall man drank heavily and took advantage of the victory to clamor for another round.

Someone stood up and the two of them fought.

But this time, the battle didn't go so smoothly.

The tall man lost control of his axe, and violently chopped off his opponent's spear, almost splitting the man in half.

At this point, the disadvantages of competition are revealed.

Jero frowned and whispered: "Prince, accidents will always happen during martial arts competitions. Do you want to stop them?"

Today is a wedding, and the troublemakers have been dealt with, because it would be troublesome if someone died during the competition.

"Don't worry, I'll give it a try!"

Rhaegar patted him on the shoulder, walked to the grass in the middle, and smiled warmly.

"Prince, do you also want to compete?"

The tall man looked at the young prince with some hesitation.

Rhaegar pulled out the dragon claw from his waist and said loudly: "If you defeat me, this sword will be yours!"

Having just parted from Rhaenyra, her temper was high and she was extremely hot.

Just the right time to stretch your muscles.

Upon seeing the Valyrian steel sword, everyone present's eyes widened.

There are few such precious weapons in the entire valley.

The tall man breathed heavily and said in disbelief: "If I beat you, can I really get this sword?"

"A Targaryen keeps his word!"

Rhaegar held up a sword flower and got into a posture.

He has learned swordsmanship since Xiliu and is very confident in himself.

"Okay! Then I'll accept it without mercy!"

The tall man laughed ferociously, swung his ax and charged.

A Valyrian steel sword is enough to be treasured as a family heirloom for generations to come.

As long as you control your strength and ensure not to hurt the prince, he will obtain the magic weapon.

"You have courage, I like it!"

The strong man like a black bear rushed towards him. Rhaegar was not afraid at all and felt very excited.

The distance got closer, and the tall man struck head-on with an axe.

As a heavy weapon, the ax does not have so many gorgeous moves.

As long as you can chop and have strong strength, you are a good hand.

Dang clang——

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Rhaegar moved to the side one step ahead, and the sword edge of the dragon claw struck the back of the ax that was slashing down.

In the flash of lightning and flint, the ax flew out of my hand.

Without waiting for the tall man to react, Rhaegar stretched his arm forward and put the tip of his sword against his opponent's neck.

"you lose!"

"Gulu~~"

The tall man's body stiffened, his eyes moved wildly, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

He didn't even see what was going on, the tip of the sword was pressed against his neck.

"You win, Prince."

Unmatched in terms of status and strength, the tall man honestly admitted defeat and got into the crowd with his face flushed.

Rhaegar smiled, pointed his sword at the crowd of onlookers, and said arrogantly: "Is there anyone else who challenges me? If you win, take away the sword in my hand!"

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

I just wanted to vent the excitement in my heart.

The tournament when he was young left a deep impression on him, so he had to experience it in this small tournament.

"I come!"

A strong young man stood up and said with gleaming eyes: "Lester Waywood, I hope to compete with you."

He is the heir to Iron Oak City and received a knight's education from an early age.

"Take action, Lester!"

Rhaegar took steps forward and couldn't stop smiling.

Lester is also a swordsman, holding a two-handed sword and attacking with great force.

The opponent's attack was fierce, and Rega moved flexibly to counterattack at the right time.

A series of collisions passed.

The dragon's claws connected along the edge of the two-handed sword, and as Rhaegar's feet approached, the blade grazed the opponent's neck.

Lester still kept slashing, and a blood mark appeared on his neck, with traces of blood oozing out.

"Your sword is swift, Prince."

After being stunned for a moment, Lester was so distraught that he voluntarily admitted defeat.

Rhaegar didn't kill him, he just scratched his skin.

But he knew that if he could scratch the epidermis, he could cut the aorta.

"Is there anyone else? Come and fight again!"

Rhaegar continued to invite battle.

Most of them flinched after seeing the prince's superb swordsmanship, but there were still those who coveted the Valyrian steel sword.

Less than half an hour.

Rhaegar defeated seven opponents in a row, hitting the mark every time.

The defeated opponent couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and the winner could be determined with just a few moves.

His swordsmanship is mainly about speed and agility.

Shiliu once said that his sword was so fast that he couldn't feel the pain when he cut it on his body. People would only notice it when the blood flowed out.

It was this kind of fast sword that allowed him to draw a draw with Shiliu every time.

Shiliu's swordsmanship is outstandingly fast and flexible. It looks light and slow, but in fact it is full of murderous intent.

Only if he is faster and faster can he have the capital to fight.

"My lords, the competition is not over yet. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"

Rhaegar looked around the crowd with high spirits, arms wide open.

Everyone present looked at each other in silence.

The prince's swordsmanship is obvious to all. Not only can he defeat you, he can also ensure that you are not injured.

Against an opponent with such skill, they would only bring humiliation upon themselves.

"Do you still want the prince to fight?"

Zero stood beside Leia and asked in a low voice.

Rhaegar directly killed everyone's enthusiasm, which was a good reason to end the competition.

Leia didn't answer him. She stared straight at Rhaega on the field with her brown eyes, her mind surging.

Looking at the figure of Reggati holding the sword, she thought of an old friend.

Daemon Targaryen.

Back then, Daemon also held the Dark Sisters and showed off his skills in the tournament in Runestone City, defeating several Valley Knights.

She took a fancy to Daemon's skill and charm, and with the help of Queen Alexa, she married the young Daemon.

The uncle and nephew are exactly the same in their unruly ways.