Attack and defense for the next round.
Titus is preparing to take a defensive stance with his shoulders back to avoid Jon's thrust to the right.
However, he was relaxed and still had time to tease Bowen, jokingly saying:
"I plan to avoid the next attack to the right, but if he stabs me to the left, with the strength of this guy, it will be really bad..."
Bowen handed over the new spear and shrugged:
"I didn't say this wasn't a gamble..."
"Ha, Bowen, you have to be more firm in your opinion. Didn't you find that due to the structure of his slutty armor, there was a problem with his lance frame and it was not clamped tightly enough?"
Observing this, Titus thought to himself that Jon's armor was most likely customized for this tournament, and unlike his Berserker Armor, it was obviously not well worn.
Seizing the opportunity to win, Titus predicts that he can win Red-haired Jon within two rounds.
The middle position of the track.
Black Knight, who made a stunning appearance after changing his armor, collided again with the gryphon fighting the storm.
In the fierce collision, Red-haired Jon was hit hard on the right chest by the fist of the lance, and the head of his gun narrowly missed the orange shield. Apart from blurring the Castle Black pattern on one of the three seats, it did not cause any injuries to the Titus body.
At the end of the second round, Titus's score increased again.
"Sir, in fact, you don't need to shoot down every opponent. You can fight more easily and win with a scoring advantage."
The situation was great, and Parker, who was doing the cleanup work, shook his head and gave his advice.
Titus's previous opponents in every round were defeated by falling from their horses, which is equivalent to that in a boxing match, he has been KOing his opponents continuously.
Parker's suggestion was correct, but Titus was obviously upset when he saw the white flag of the score, and did not want to put more flags on Three-Castle Shield, which represented himself, so he casually replied:
"Isn't it nice to use all my strength and convince my opponent to fail? Moreover, the audience also likes my style more."
This is true.
Both nobles and commoners on the sidelines began to pay close attention to his games, precisely because he won all the games cleanly.
Both sides rotate on the other side of the gap.
Lifting the protruding olecranon mask, Jon·Coddington, who was gasping for air, was also asking his Squire:
"Will you win?"
Listening to his tone, he seemed to want to get encouragement from his own people, Squire said hurriedly:
"Will win!"
If Titus heard this conversation, he would definitely advise them not to talk nonsense.
What if the words come true and Coddington becomes "Crumbleton"?
Round three.
Jon, who had a mental problem, was hit by Titus without any surprise. With his center of gravity unstable, he turned over and fell to the side of the galloping horse.
In the blink of an eye, the outcome is decided.
Jon rolled around on the ground and groaned while covering his left arm. It seemed that he injured his arm when he landed.
On the side railings, the competing shields of red and white griffons were removed by the scorer.
Griffin's Roost Earl left sadly.
Earl of Starpike stood on horseback at the other end, the Black armor on his body was still eye-catching, and his back was extremely slender in the sunlight.
The cheers outside the stadium were deafening, sweeping over the stadium like a wave.
The loud but scattered cheers slowly converged into the same word, and finally condensed into a unified shout--
"Black Earl!"..."Black Earl!"..."Black Earl!"...
Black Earl took back Star Pendant on the corner of the saddle, waved in the direction of Lady of Starfall's stands, and left with great honor amidst the huge sound that resounded throughout the venue...
As the largest castle in Westeros, Harrenhal is bigger in everything.
Even its Godswood is no exception.
In the ancient forest surrounded by high walls, a small stream flows through it. On the Heart Tree trunk in the center, there are thirteen dark scratches left over from the Dance of the Dragons period.
It is said that every spring, these scratches will "bleed".
Standing under the tree, Ashara·Dayne knew that every trace on it represented the day Prince Daemon·Targaryen stayed at Harrenhal.
Back then, he was waiting here for the arrival of his duel partner, Prince Aemond.
Ashara had deep expectations in his eyes, and realized that he was so brave today that he came to the meeting alone without bringing his maid, Wylla.
Maybe it was the opponent's victory that gave her great courage?
The ancient woods are immersed in the twilight, and the branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees are intertwined, cutting the sunset into fine golden pieces.
The wind passed through the forest, rolling up a few maple leaves, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, and gently brushing the hair of Ashara. The hem of the lavender dress swept through the soft fallen leaves, and stopped quietly under a dead Heart Tree tree that needed many people to hug.
The sound of footsteps came from behind, calm and determined.
When Ashara turned around, he happened to catch Black Knight's gaze.
Well, it's her Black Knight.
He had changed out of the heavy and ferocious armor and was wearing a black armor. His half-length black hair was tied behind his head, and his indigo eyes were brighter than the twilight in the twilight.
"You've been waiting for a long time?"
Titus stepped forward, his voice faded away from the coldness on the field, becoming gentle and magnetic.
The fingertips gently brushed the fallen leaves from her hair, the movement was so natural, Ashara's cheeks were slightly red, she shook her head gently, and her voice was as thin as a gnat. "No... you won the competition, I am very happy for you."
She raised her eyes to look at him, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and the purple under her eyelashes was still full of mystery. The setting sun fell on her fair and delicate face, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.
Her Black Knight smiled softly and took her wrist casually, just like the sudden hand-holding at the dance.
Gently rubbing her skin with his fingertips, Titus smiled and said, "I said, this victory will come for you."
He came closer, his breath carrying a faint scent of pine wood, "Besides, with the Star Chain you gave me, how could I lose?"
Seeing him take out the Star Pendant that served as a token, Ashara's face turned redder, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tighter.
"You..."
Just when she was about to say something, Black Knight leaned over, pressed his forehead against hers, and spoke in a calm and pleasant voice:
"Ashara, from the first time I saw you, I knew that when I came to this castle, I wanted far more than just winning the game."
His fingertips lightly touched her earlobe, "What I want is to share every victory with you."
The sudden expression is like a puff of smoke blown by a sigh.
In the eyes of lovers, there are the sparks it purifies; in the tears of lovers, it is the waves it stirs up. It is also the wisest madness, the bitter taste that chokes the throat, and the honey that refreshes the tongue.
Ashara's breathing quickened, and her violet eyes seemed to be filled with moisture, but she no longer avoided his gaze.
No matter how shy she is, she is still a Dorne girl.
The shining star from Starfall stood slightly on tiptoes and took the initiative to get closer to her Black Knight and her Black Earl. The latter bowed down with a smile and gently covered her lips.
The kiss was very light, as if it carried the softness of fallen leaves and the warmth of the sunset.
The branches and leaves of old Heart Tree swayed gently above their heads, as if they were blocking the noise of the outside world for the kissing lovers.
The wind stopped, and only the gentle breathing of the two people was left in the forest.
The dusk was getting thicker, embracing their figures in his arms.
Under the ancient tree, only the love that transcends the barriers of the Red Mountains world enemies flows slowly...
Red-haired Jon's bad example: