"Pap-pap-pap!"
Davion clapped gently, glanced at the soldiers with high morale in front of them, and spoke in a loud voice.
"Very good! It can be seen that everyone is very confident!"
"In this case, we will hold a temporary Hand's Tourney today."
"All the infantry and cavalry who are out in battle are free to fight against each other. The winner in the end will have his monthly salary doubled, and each person will be given an additional one hundred Gold Dragon!"
Davion is not worried about someone taking the bounty and running away.
You can get one hundred Gold Dragon for free on the first day you come here. If you are a little smarter, you will know that if you stay and follow him, you will only earn more in the future.
No one with any brain will make short-sighted choices.
"Wow!!"
As soon as the huge reward came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Those soldiers who took the initiative to stand up turned to look at their opponents, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.
The soldiers who hesitated just now and did not dare to stand up all had regrets on their faces, secretly taking selfies of their thighs and missing the opportunity.
Just listen to Davion continue:
"But in this competition, everyone should keep their hands where they should, and don't risk anyone's life!"
"If you only have some minor injuries, I can treat you here, so don't worry!"
After Davion finished speaking, he waved to Willy Ward.
Willy Ward understood immediately and went down with a few guards to make arrangements for the game.
Tyrion on the side did not pay attention to the soldiers on the field from beginning to end. All his attention was locked on Yunesk on Davion's shoulder.
A little red scale skin is exposed under the hood, and sharp fangs are looming.
A bold and even crazy guess quietly took shape in his heart.
"Just this small part exposed is highly consistent with the legendary creature recorded in ancient books!"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and his stubby limbs couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Even if Davion announced that he would make a small Hand's Tourney, it did not divert his attention at all.
It wasn't until the servant brought two chairs and Davion motioned for him to sit down that Tyrion suddenly came back to his senses.
He forced down the huge waves in his heart and looked at Davion with a cautious sense of exploration in his eyes.
The eyes, one black and one green, rolled around.
Finally, he couldn't hold it back and asked with a slightly trembling voice.
"Davion, what on earth is that on your shoulder?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yunesk immediately bared his fangs at him and made a low purring sound in his throat.
Obviously, this little guy is also a beauty-obsessed person and doesn't look down on the ugly Tyrion at all.
But in the face of intimidation, Tyrion was not only not afraid, but his eyes even brightened.
Davion smiled faintly and did not answer directly.
If he dared to bring Younesk out so openly, he wouldn't be afraid of Tyrion seeing it.
He is confident that with Tyrion's personality and wisdom, he will not harm himself in this regard.
Tyrion was so anxious that he scratched his head and stood on the chair with excitement.
"Davion, tell me, what is this animal on your shoulder?"
Davion reached out, grabbed Yunesk directly from his shoulder, and stuffed it into Tyrion's arms.
"Be careful, this little thing can breathe fire!"
"Fire breathing?!"
Tyrion was shocked all over, and his scalp was numb with excitement.
He hugged the little guy carefully and steadily, fearing that he would fall even a little bit, and slowly sat back in the chair, holding his breath, and gently opened the hood on Yunesk's head.
The next second, Tyrion's pupils shrank suddenly and his whole body froze completely.
"Holy shit! Seven above... you actually raised a dragon!?!"
His heart was beating wildly, goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he was almost suffocated with excitement.
Tyrion has been extremely obsessed with dragons since he was a child.
Ever since he could read, he had gone through all the books in Casterly Rock and read all about the history, legends and habits of Valyrian dragons.
When he was a child, he had Name Day. When someone asked him what gift he wanted, he said very seriously that he wanted a dragon.
Everyone laughed at his naivety and told him Westeros that the last dragon had been extinct for hundreds of years.
That day, young Tyrion cried all night.
This obsession, as he grew up, not only did not fade, but became stronger.
Now that he saw the legendary dragon with his own eyes, he was even more excited and couldn't control himself!
Until I saw Yunesk's two white cones Sharp Point, Tyrion, his expression suddenly changed.
He is familiar with the dragon classics and knows Targaryen and the dragons of Valyria well. He can be 100% sure that real dragons will never have this kind of tapered Sharp Point.
He raised his head again and stared at Davion:
"What exactly is it?"
Davion shrugged slightly and said casually:
"I can't tell clearly, maybe it's a distant relative of the dragon, a special alien bloodline!"
After Davion finished speaking, he reached out to pick up Yunesk, who was already a little impatient, put the hood back on, and put it back on his shoulder.
"Okay, Tyrion! Don't waste time on this little guy, the competition will begin soon."
Tyrion refused to give up at all. He jumped on the chair again with flexible hands and feet, and leaned next to it to look at it carefully. He couldn't get enough of it.
Davion shook his head helplessly and turned to look at the school field.
At this time, the participating soldiers had been divided into two groups, and everyone formed a circle on the outside, leaving the center for the battle.
Soon, two soldiers wearing leather armor stepped out of the queue and knelt down on one knee in front of Davion.
"Lord, your subordinate Maron Carter!"
"My lord, my subordinate Will Banner!"
Maron has a burly physique and a resolute face. He looks like a powerful warrior at first glance.
Will is younger, has a gentler face, and is taller.
Davion nodded in encouragement:
"You two should be careful when competing, but don't be timid. Seven bless you!"
The two of them bowed their heads respectfully and then stood up.
Retreat to the field, confront each other, and instantly enter a state of combat.
Maron holds a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He has a steady fighting style and is a typical defensive and counterattack style.
Will only holds a long sword and has no shield for defense. He is obviously a nimble and quick swordsmanship method.
The soldiers outside were talking in low voices.
"Who do you think can win between the two of them?"
"It must be Maron. His style is to fight steadily and never rush forward! Look, Will only holds a long sword, how can he break his shield?"
"That's not necessarily true. Although Will is younger, his steps are very flexible! Even if he doesn't have a shield, Maron can't cut him!"
With Willy Ward's order, the competition officially began.
Maron immediately pressed forward with his shield, stepped into the attack range, and then raised his sword and stabbed directly.
Will blocked it lightly with his long sword, used the force to slide sideways, and instantly reached the flank of Maron.
Maron reacted very quickly and immediately turned to shield to defend, but the speed was ultimately half a beat slower.
Will took two small steps to fine-tune the angle, seized the gap, and stabbed lightly with his long sword.
Whoosh!
A wound instantly appeared on Maron's thigh.
Maron frowned slightly, this injury was not worth mentioning to him who had been fighting all the time.
Davion raised his eyebrows in surprise:
"I didn't expect that these people selected by Tyrion really have real abilities!"
In the next few offensive and defensive tests, Will relied on his constant wandering raids and added two more wounds to Maron.
The successive injuries made Maron's mentality become irritable, and he couldn't help but rush in and attack forcefully.
That's the flaw in this moment!
Will's eyes narrowed, he seized the opportunity, and the long sword accurately flew away the opponent's weapon. The tip of the sword was instantly pressed against Maron's throat. The winner was decided!
Maron is also a person who can afford to lose. He just throws the shield and raises his hands and takes the initiative to admit defeat.
The two of them returned to kneeling on one knee in front of Davion.
Davion applauded and praised:
"A very exciting competition! Maron, if you are more patient, you still have a chance to win!"
"Will, keep up your efforts in the next round! But if nothing else happens, you are now the team leader!"
Maron Although he lost the game, he was recognized by the lord and his face was full of joy.
With a gentle smile on his face, Will bowed his head and saluted Davion.
Davion waved to the servant next to him.
The servant immediately brought a bucket of slightly green water.
"Maron, come here and treat the injury."
Maron quickly declined:
"Sir, a little injury, it doesn't matter!"
Davion didn't say anything more and just waved to him.
Maron didn't dare to disobey, so he stepped forward to scoop up a ladle of green water and drank it all in one gulp.
A magical scene happened instantly.
The wound that was still bleeding was stopped and scabbed on the spot.
Maron felt it deeply. He only felt a gentle and strange warmth entering his body and rushing towards the wound.
Maron was shocked and fell to his knees with a plop:
"Thank you, Lord Lord!"
Davion waved lightly:
"You work for me. If you get injured, I will be responsible for it. No need to be polite!"
The surrounding soldiers witnessed the miracle with their own eyes and instantly understood that this bucket of water was anything but ordinary.
With the lord's healing methods in place, all the soldiers who participated in the subsequent competition were free to do so, but they were all within a controllable range.
The rounds of competition came to an end, and the victory or defeat gradually settled.
Not surprisingly, Will Banner won the final victory in this competition with his ultimate physical skills.
Davion sighed in his heart:
"Sure enough, this kind of person who catches and fights with each other and has agile movement is the most advantageous!"