The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

On the third day after Prime Minister Ed took office, the grand tourney that King Robert talked about was finally about to begin under the spotlight.

The emblems and banners of the Baratheon family and the families of the Seven Kingdoms were rustling in the wind. The Stormland and the royal family, the crowned stag of the Baratheon family, the ice wolf of the Stark family in the North, The West, the Roaring Golden Lion of House Lannister, the Riverlands, the Trout of House Tully, the Vale, the moonlit Falcon of House Arryn, the Reach, the golden rose of House Tyrell, the Iron Islands, Greyjoy The Yi family's four-clawed sea monster, Dorne, and the Martell family's thorny sun gun are blooming, and they are inlaid on the edges of tents and various war tools, and even small and medium-sized feudal lords such as rose fox, green apple, and rainbow trout. flags also appeared around the main house.

The shields of the knights were hung at the entrance of the camp, and a long row of silk pennants fluttered in the wind. The fine "337" steel sword and gold-plated spurs shine with dazzling sunlight. Strong knights are everywhere training with the help of trainee knights. The attendants were busy oiling and waxing the armor, grinding and maintaining the spears and weapons, while the grooms led the magnificent horses to the river to wipe, clean and adjust the saddles.

The night before the tournament is about to begin. The knights' horns sounded and the horses' hooves rumbled. The last batch of knights arrived at starry night and were busy setting up camp.

After nightfall, there was a big banquet by the river and endless singing. All dignitaries from the entire King's Landing City attended the event and had a drink and reminisced with the lords who came from all over the Seven Kingdoms to lead the knights. The knights held a grand banquet by the river. The beautiful prostitutes in full bloom were busy courting the knights and striving for a fragrant and lucrative business. The noble ladies also found excuses to ride in treasure cars and slowly passed by the knight camp. The pretty girls behind the incense fans stared at the young talents under the lord's banner with interest, smiling and guessing. They were arguing about who was the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

There is no doubt that this will be the grandest knightly competition in the fifteen years since King Robert ascended the throne. The bounty of up to 90,000 gold dragon coins attracted the strongest warriors from all over the continent and even the world to King's Landing. If King's Landing hadn't been a major transportation thoroughfare and a huge waterway port, it would have been really difficult to gather the powerful people from all over the continent here in three days.

The next day, thousands of civilians came to watch outside the city wall and along the river bank. The spectacle of the tournament is breathtaking: the shining armor, the tall war horses covered in gold and silver, the loud shouts of the crowd, and the bright flags fluttering in the wind.

The first day was a horse and spear competition that lasted until dusk. The rumble of war horses' hooves trampled the land of the competition ground into a dilapidated wasteland.

Jaime "The Kingslayer" Lannister of the King's Guard has a brilliant record. In a horse show, he easily defeated Ser Andar Royce and Lord Blaise Cullen of the Marches, and then faced off against his older colleagues. Barristan Selmy started a fierce battle. In the first two rounds, Ser Barristan defeated his opponent who was thirty or forty years younger than him.

Sandor Clegane and his giant brother, Ser Gregor the Mountain, were equally unstoppable, savagely defeating one opponent after another. The most terrifying thing that day happened when Ser Gregor appeared for the second time. His spear was cocked and struck under the gorget of a young knight from the Vale of Arryn. Because of the excessive force, the spear went straight through the opponent's throat. Killed instantly.

Next, Ser Balon Swann was also defeated by Gregor, and Lord Renly Baratheon was defeated by the Hound. He was hit so hard that he almost flew backwards from his horse. There was a violent clang when his head hit the ground, and the entire audience gasped. Fortunately, the only thing that suffered was the golden antlers on his helmet, one of which was broken by him. When Lord Renly got up, the crowd cheered him wildly, for King Robert's youngest brother was always popular with the crowd. He bowed gracefully and handed the broken antlers to the victor. The hound snorted and threw the broken horn into the audience. The people immediately fought to death for the little gold. It was not until Lord Renly finally walked into the crowd to calm the people that order was restored.

In the end, there were only four people left on the field: "The Hound" and his monster brother Gregor, the Kingslayer Jaime Lannister, and a masked knight wearing silver and blue armor.

No one knew this masked knight, but in this whole day's battle, he showed agility and strength that was completely inconsistent with his body, so that no one dared to underestimate him. That morning he scored three goals and three goals. Out, they defeated three Kingsguard.

Such a powerful method immediately attracted everyone's attention, and from the sound he made, it could be heard that this knight was a quite young man, and some even thought that he might not be underage yet...

This is a bit exaggerated. The noble girls present began to have thoughts about this masked knight. Just because of his voice, he captured the hearts of many girls. They began to fantasize about the pale silver lion-like dragon. What a handsome face underneath the helmet.

Among them, Sansa Stark, the daughter of Ed Stark, is the most important.

Sansa is a traditional beauty. She inherited the Tully family's exquisite cheekbones, clear blue eyes and thick auburn hair from her mother. Her figure is slender and graceful, and very feminine.

When he saw the masked knight once again using quick and precise thrusts to knock his opponent off his horse without injuring him at all, she excitedly said to her friend Jenny, the daughter of the steward of Winterfell: " He is really graceful, isn't he? He defeated every one of his opponents so easily, but none of them were injured. He is so powerful and compassionate, and is a true knight.

She thought of the bloody scenes that had occurred in the arena before. In addition to the Demon Mountain killing an opponent, there were also several knights splattered with blood on the arena, and even more horses died.

She has always believed that competitions between knights should be noble and graceful competitions, and those who turn such competitions into slaughterhouses can only be barbarians.

She held her face with her hands 4.9, tilting her head and thinking: "Jenny, what do you think his face will be like under the helmet? He should be quite young and handsome, with some melancholy in his eyes. He should have A very heavy past, which is why he always wears a mask and refuses to reveal his true face."

"He might also be ugly, or have a long scar on his face," Jenny teased her, "otherwise why does he keep covering his face?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Jenny," Sansa said angrily, the 'Masked Knight' can't be ugly, his voice is so beautiful, even Prince Joffrey is not as good as him, oh, he must be Even more handsome than Joffrey. "

Pictured is Sansa.