Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

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Then, the melodious sound of the horn, symbolizing the start of the competition, rang out.

"Kill him!"

"Twist off this pretty boy's head!"

"Lord Edric, chop this guy off, he's awesome!"

The cheers and shouts of encouragement from above suddenly erupted like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, almost deafening, making the blood in people's veins seem to boil.

The two players facing each other below did not engage in the probing of each other that had occurred in other matches.

Artis swung his lance and brought it down directly on Edric Dane's head.

Chapter 963 Selection

Artis fully utilized his racial talents, almost using the wooden lance as a wooden stick.

Attis's father, mother, ancestors, and even the giants of all generations used the weapon of uprooting a large tree and smashing their enemies into a bloody pulp.

Later, after Viserys captured Artis's father, the giant king 'Magnum the Strong', Viserys crafted two suits of armor and a giant axe tailored to the two giants' height and strength.

The two giants played a crucial role in the Battle of Riverrun. Imagine being on a battlefield in the mortal world, with dragons flying overhead and two enormous creatures, three or four meters tall, standing on the ground, fully armored and armed to the teeth, wielding giant axes and sweeping across the battlefield like a whirlwind. What would that feel like?

Soldiers who participated in the Battle of Riverrun and later left the army or surrendered to join the Targaryen army still recall with fear in their eyes.

In their words, it was as if they were witnessing a battle of the gods.

Now, the towering Artis swung his wooden spear down at the 'little guy' in front of him, and even the Dawn Sword, with its superb swordsmanship, dared not take the blow head-on.

Watching Artis fight from the sidelines and facing the giant prince head-on are two completely different experiences.

This was the first encounter between Artis and Edric Dane, yet the platinum-haired young knight already felt the fear that those knights previously eliminated by Artis had endured.

For the first time, Edric, who had remained calm and composed throughout the battle, showed a slight change in expression. He then rolled backward to dodge the shot, which slammed into the ground, sending dust flying.

However, before the young knight could even get up from the ground, Artis's spear swept across him once again.

The giant prince's fighting style may not be so sophisticated or elegant; all his moves are wide-open, simple, and brutal, but they are very practical.

After all, the ever-changing routines are ultimately nothing more than straightforward actions.

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Artis's spear swept across the ground, producing a sharp, piercing screeching sound that almost sparked.

Edric Dane was equally cautious, and he quickly retreated and dodged the attack.

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"Thank the Old Gods, this monster is too strong!"

"Arya, it's not unfair that you lost to him!"

"You're already very lucky to have escaped from him alive."

Meanwhile, in the VIP stands, Bran watched the battle begin, and Artis immediately and completely overwhelmed Edric Dayne, prompting him to exclaim in surprise.

"Bran, what are you saying!"

Arya rolled her eyes in annoyance at her brother's words, then poked him hard in the lower back with the straw she had been holding in her mouth, making Bran almost jump off his seat in pain.

"Arya, you violent freak! You'll never be able to get married!"

The siblings were both sixteen or seventeen years old, young and carefree, always bickering and playing around. Bran, due to a change in his life trajectory, kept his legs and changed his bumpy fate.

He would no longer be the Three-Eyed Raven, no longer live unlike himself, to the point of doubting whether he was an Old God, the Three-Eyed Raven, or the young Brendan of Winterfell, or perhaps all three identities were combined in him at that time.

Bran fulfilled his childhood dream of becoming a handsome knight, but he lacked skill and was addicted to knighthood.

In the future, he may marry a virtuous wife, possibly from the North or from another family in the South, as long as they are willing to marry their daughter to the freezing North. After all, Bran is only the second son of the Stark family, and his marriage is not as important as that of his older brother Robb.

Not only Brandon, but Arya's fate also changed. She did not become a Faceless Man, and did not have to go through all kinds of mental and physical torment. In the end, she became the sharpest blade in the night.

She is who she is: an optimistic, cheerful girl with a tomboyish personality, and she is about to fulfill her dream.

The battle below continued. Artis completely overwhelmed Edric as soon as he came up. However, the Dawn Sword was not to be underestimated. The young knight with long platinum-gold hair quickly adapted to the rhythm of his opponent's fierce attacks, gained his footing, and began to fight back and forth.

"Humph."

After playing around with her brother Bran, Arya, panting, looked up at the throne at the very top of the VIP section.

There sat a woman under an umbrella, beautiful, elegant, and powerful—the most powerful woman in the entire empire, almost without exception.

During the era of the Three Empresses, the three empresses of the empire shared the supreme power of the emperor in governing the entire country.

Whether Arya can become the second or third female Kingsguard in history, continue to make history, and change the extremely unequal and even cruel fate of women in this era, all depends on the note in Arianne's hand, the same note that Velas just handed to the Queen.

Velas listed the final ten candidates for the Royal Guard, including their backgrounds and the forces that supported them, for Her Majesty the Queen to consider.

Arianne sat on her throne watching the battle below, then felt utterly bored.

"Men all like fighting and killing, killing this and killing that. They all want to be number one, nobody wants to be number two."

"But thankfully we are women, we only need to manage our own men."

"When you get married in the future, you must keep a close eye on Velas and prevent him from having any other ideas."

She spoke to Sansa, the maid beside her, and Sansa couldn't help but smile upon hearing the Queen's words.

"You're right, Your Majesty."

Although the battle below was exciting and entertaining, Ariane wasn't someone who was particularly interested in martial arts.

Her gaze then fell on the note in her palm.

Dickon Tully, Gendry, Arya Stark, Edric Dane, Brienne Tuss, Philip Ford, Artis

Arianne's gaze swept over all the names on the note, along with their backgrounds and influence.

Then, with his nails, which had recently been painted with red nail polish, he lightly traced the names of the only two female knights on the list, leaving a mark.

Then her gaze fell on the other names.

Chapter 964 Maneuvering

Meanwhile, on the battlefield below, Edric Dane gradually gained some breathing room amidst Artis's fierce onslaught.

Edric secluded himself in Falling Star City for many years to hone his swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, almost to the point where the sword was in his heart and having no sword was better than having a sword. He could use each move without thinking, relying on muscle memory.

However, his combat experience is indeed one of his weaknesses. If you remove the word "almost," Artis is the greatest opponent Edric has ever faced in his life.

Facing this two-meter-tall behemoth, the young Dawn Swordsman seemed tireless, constantly wielding his lance with seemingly inexhaustible power, much like the feeling of fighting a boss in a game.

Unfortunately, Edric had never played video games, so he didn't know what it felt like to beat someone, but the huge disadvantage of being physically overwhelming was still hard for him to handle.

boom

Then the giant prince slammed his massive dragon spear into the ground once more, creating a tremendous roar, and Edric dodged it again in a sorry state.

This time, Attis's lance struck the ground and broke in two.

"Oh"

The stands erupted in uproar, and everyone who witnessed the scene gasped in shock.

A lance as thick as an arm was smashed to the ground and broke in two. What kind of force was that?

This is almost equivalent to the Mountain's rebirth back then; no, Artis's power is even greater than the Mountain's.

Due to their racial endowments, giants have extremely exaggerated muscles in their arms and chests, and for the same height, they are much stronger than humans.

Most importantly, Artis is only eight years old this year, and his potential for growth is limitless.

This is an opportunity.

Edric had seen this opportunity and was about to pounce with his twin swords in hand.

But Artis saw his weapon break, and in a fit of rage, he pounded his chest and let out a deafening roar.

"Roar"

"That's a really loud sound!"

The roar, delivered at close range, made the young knight's brain buzz, forcing him to stop his charge.

Meanwhile, the giant bloodline within Artis was almost fully activated, and like a raging beast, he swung the broken half of his spear and smashed it directly at Edric.

splash

He threw half of his lance, missing Edric, but it knocked over the spot behind him where he had just been resting and cooling off. The umbrella was smashed, and the scene was instantly a mess.

"call"

Meanwhile, the spectators in the stands were completely immersed in the intense battle.

They saw Artis throw out half of his broken lance and couldn't help but gasp in unison once again.

However, Edric, who was facing the giant prince in the dueling arena, tried his best to remain calm.

His chest rose and fell slightly as he breathed heavily, his heart pounding, but he forced himself to calm down.

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"That's how it is when facing an opponent who is far superior to oneself."

"You can beat him many times, but it's enough for him to beat you once."

Edric couldn't help but think of his time as Beric Dondarrion's squire.

During a hunting trip, the Earl of Black Harbor encountered a black bear many times larger than himself. The bear bared its teeth and claws and pounced on him like a ferocious demon.

However, Berry managed to outmaneuver the bear by using the surrounding obstacles, and ultimately succeeded in killing it despite his small size.

The sentence that suddenly came to his mind was the one that Berry Dondelion had told Edric back then.

Then the young knight with long platinum-gold hair began to look around, searching for anything that could be used in the battle.

Fortunately, the venue for the martial arts tournament was large enough to accommodate a team competition of fifty people, and there were no venue restrictions for their duel.

Meanwhile, the preparations for this tournament were very thorough. When one of the lances broke, the guards brought out another one and handed it to the giant prince.