Ring of Order The sandy ground was filled with afternoon sunshine. At this moment, most of the seats were occupied, and the standing ticket area was even more crowded.
Today is an ordinary game day. There are no star players of the Corleone level, nor is there a fateful duel like the Clegane brothers. But for the civilians in Flea Bottom, being able to sit in the stands and watch the fighters fight in the sand, and spend ten Copper Penny to buy an afternoon of excitement, is already the best entertainment they can enjoy in this life.
In the middle of the sand, stood an iron can.
To be precise...
.. It should be a person wearing dark gray full-body plate armor.
There are only two narrow eye slits and a few rows of small ventilation holes on the domed helmet visor. From the outside, you can only see darkness.
The shoulder armor is broad and heavy, like two small shields placed on the shoulders. There is no heraldry or decoration on the breastplate, only the irregular dents left by the sword blade and Warhammer on the iron surface.
The most eye-catching thing is the weapon in his hand.
One Warhammer.
The reason why it is eye-catching is that this hammer is a whole circle larger than the ordinary Warhammer. Ordinary people may not be able to swing it with two hands, but at this moment it is held by one hand, as easily as holding a branch.
The man was not particularly tall, about half a head taller than an ordinary knight, but his shoulders were extremely broad and as thick as a wall.
"Who else!"
The voice came out from the helmet, muffled, and every word seemed extremely exciting.
The hammer pointed towards the stands, and the audience immediately erupted in cheers like a roaring tsunami.
"The Hammer! The Hammer! The Hammer!"
More than two thousand people shouted the same name at the same time, and the sound shook the walls of Ring of Order.
Gendry stood in the middle of the sand, listening to his nickname blasting in his ears.
The Hammer.
He likes this name.
Although it seemed not as noble as "Stag", it was simple and direct, making him feel like he was back to the days when he was an apprentice in the blacksmith shop.
As a certain Godfather once said to him, the real Warrior does not need a fancy title, or a coat of arms and House Words, but needs a hammer and a place where he can swing the hammer.
With thousands of people shouting, Gendry lowered his head and looked at his opponent who was knocked away by him.
He was a knight from the valley, wearing decent chainmail. The Longsword in his hand flew to the sand about three feet away. There was an obvious dent on the sword, which was made by a hammer.
The knight was lying on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and his helmet flew away without knowing where he was, revealing a young face with a blank look in his eyes.
First of all, this kid was lucky. Gendry's hammer just hit the opponent's Longsword, causing him to fly two feet away like being ejected from a trebuchet.
Secondly, Gendry has also gained some experience in swinging a hammer these days, and has not made any fatal blows.
After all, this is not a battlefield.
"Seven Gods, you are so powerful!"
The Vale Knight first let out an exclamation, then sat up from the ground and shook his numb hand, and actually gave Gendry a convinced smile, "How much does your hammer weigh?"
"It's not heavy." Gendry was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly, "But it's just enough."
Hearing this, the knight smiled freely again, stood up and patted the sand on his body very naturally, and then stretched out a hand towards Gendry.
"Donal Waynwood, Knight of the Blood Gate."
"Your hammer smashed my sword, but I have to say, this was the best fight I've had since coming to King's Landing!"
Seeing this, Gendry was stunned again.
I have been playing at Ring of Order for almost two months, and no one has ever shaken his hand after the game.
After losing, most opponents would just hang their heads and leave. Some would even curse and say that they did it and bullied others based on their strength.
But he still stretched out his hand to hold it.
"The Hammer."
He didn't say his real name because no one here knew his real name.
People only know that he is a wandering Warrior from across the narrow sea. He has no family, no fiefdom, only a hammer and brute strength.
"The Hammer." Donal Waywood repeated it, earnestly expressing that he had remembered the title.
"Next time I'll get a better sword and come back to fight with you."
"Always here for you."
Donal Waywood said nothing more and turned around to leave the sand, but his walking posture was a bit awkward.
The fall just now was not light, and his back was probably bruised, but his back was straight, like a man who could afford to lose.
The cheers in the stands continued, getting louder than before.
"The Hammer! The Hammer! The Hammer!"
Gendry raised his hammer, and the sun shone on the rough iron surface of the armor, reflecting mottled light.
This armor was given to him by someone from Godfather. Different from the one he wore on Dragonstone, this armor had no lines on it and there were no antlers on the helmet.
Corleone told him that as long as no one knew that he was Robert Baratheon's son, no one would use the iron chair against him.
"You need to learn how to fight. Your father is a great Warrior. His blood is flowing in your veins."
So here comes Gendry Ring of Order.
Facts have proved that Corleone Godfather is right, this is simply his home!
Gendry has never lost once since he stood on Fighting Arena!
It's not because of how powerful he is, just in terms of skill, even the bulky Mountain was much better than Gendry.
After all, he has experienced serious knight training since he was a child!
But I can't stand it. Gendry's physique is ridiculously good!
Get up after being knocked down, get knocked down again, and get up again. He will always be the last one standing!
Two months, seventeen games, seventeen wins!
From an unknown person at the beginning to a third-level player, a second-level player, and now Level One Fighter.
You know, there are only a few people in Ring of Order and Level One Fighter, and every one of them is capable and famous!
Their names are written on the wooden sign at the entrance of Ring of Order. Their games are the most popular betting targets for gamblers. Every time they appear, the cheers in the stands can lift the roof.
Gendry's name is now engraved on that wooden plaque.
Not "Gendry·Baratheon", but "The Hammer".
Every time he passed by the wooden sign, he would stop and take a look. Gendry didn't know why. It was probably because the name written on the wooden sign was earned by himself.
Not because of whose son he was, but because he stood on the sand and smashed it out with a hammer.
"The Hammer! The Hammer! The Hammer!"
The cheers continued.
Gendry stood in the middle of the sand, with the hammer on his shoulder, and the ups and downs in his chest slowly calmed down.
He liked this feeling, knocking a knight two feet away, and then standing in front of thousands of people, everyone shouting his name.
This feeling is ten thousand times better than waiting for death in the dungeon of Dragonstone Island.
Gendry suddenly remembered Dragonstone.
The sky is always gray outside the iron bars. Stannis locked him there because he was Robert's son, and then the blood was used to make some kind of Magic that he didn't understand.
Later, Godfather came, rescued him from the dungeon, and took him out of that hellish place through the smoke and flames.
When the siege of Dragonstone was lifted, Stannis asked him if he wanted to stay.
He said that Gendry is a bloodline of the Baratheon family and should fight for the family and follow his "uncle" north to take back everything that belongs to Baratheon.
Gendry refused.
Because he never thought of himself as Baratheon. In his heart, he felt that he was just a blacksmith and an orphan who grew up in Flea Bottom.
He doesn't want to fight for any family, Gendry just wants to live, forge iron, or beat people.
So he followed Godfather back to King's Landing.
"The Hammer! The Hammer! The Hammer!"
Gendry looked around the stands, feeling a surge of heat in his chest. He took the hammer off his shoulder and punched the hammer head on the sand. He held the handle with both hands and raised his head.
The sun shone through the eye slits of the helmet, making his eyes sting, but he did not lower his head.
"Who else!!!"
His voice came out muffled from the helmet, with a smile, but it seemed extremely arrogant.
After all, he is just a young man in his early twenties. He has achieved such an achievement and cannot help but want to show off when he stands in front of thousands of people. It is normal.
The stands were quiet for a moment, and then burst into even louder cheers.
The civilians didn't care what he said, they only knew that the man in gray armor won, and at the same time he also won money.
But at the VIP table, the faces of several knights in armor turned ugly.
"Is there anything more powerful?"
Gendry raised his hammer and pointed in the direction of the VIP seats. "Isn't there anyone in King's Landing who can fight with me for three rounds?"
"The seven knights of the Seven Kingdoms, are they at this level?"
These arrogant remarks made a young knight couldn't help but stand up from his seat, put his hand on the hilt of his sword and his face turned red.
But the person next to him stopped him and whispered something.
The young man gritted his teeth and sat back angrily.
Gendry saw this scene and smiled proudly, "What? Don't you dare to come down?"
He put the hammer back on his shoulder, turned around and looked around the entire stand. "Do you guys just wear beautiful armor, hang expensive swords, sit in the VIP seats and drink free wine?"
"Hahahaha!!!"
As soon as these words came out, the cheers in the stands became smaller.
After all, no one has dared to provoke like this since Ring of Order opened.
Those Level One Fighter... such as Lyn Corbray, Hound and others.
After they won, they just waved and left. No one had ever stood in the middle of the sand and cursed at the entire King's Landing knights like this the Hammer.
But no one dared to go down and challenge.
There were more than twenty knights sitting at the VIP table, including those from the king's kingdom, those from the west, and those from the valley.
Some of them have made meritorious deeds in the Battle of Five Kings, some have won rankings in martial arts tournaments, and some of them just have the title Ser handed down from their ancestors.
But no one went down.
Because of the hammer in Gendry's hand.
Twenty pounds of the Hammer can knock you and your sword flying. No one wants to test that weight with their own face.
Gendry waited for a long time, but no one came down.
"Looks like I can't have enough fun today."
As he spoke, he shook his head, his voice full of disappointment, and then he turned around and left with the hammer on his shoulder.
But at this moment, a mature and magnetic voice came from behind.
"The knights of the seven the Seven Kingdoms are not as unbearable as you think, young man."
"If you stand too high, it will be very painful when you fall."
Gendry's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned around. He saw a person standing under the arch at the entrance on the other side of the sand.
The man wore a dark brown leather armor and a dark gray wool cloak. The edges of the cloak were frayed and the hem was stained with sand, as if he had traveled a long way.
The hood was worn on the head, covering most of the face, and only the chin was visible.
The gray beard is trimmed neatly and meticulously, and the line of the chin is sharp and angular, as if it were cut with a knife.
He was leaning on the stone pillar of the arch, his posture seemed very relaxed, even a little lazy, but his hand was always resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Under the shadow of the hood, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a playful arc.
Just like when you see a puppy barking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel "that's really interesting".
That calm posture actually made Gendry feel as if he was facing a... tiger basking in the sun!
Gendry tilted his head, then frowned.
"This is Fighting Arena, old man."
The helmet covered his face, but his tone still made people feel honest and honest.
"Please get out of here quickly, otherwise people may accidentally hurt you by fighting."
His character is like this, and the original meaning of his words is also very simple. He is simply thinking about the other person, but these words change the taste in other people's ears.
No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a kind of contempt, as if he is laughing at the other person because he is old and should not die.
But that's not what Gendry meant.
Even the provocative words the other party said before, "It hurts if you fall if you stand too high," sounded warm to his ears, just like the words his master often said when he was an apprentice in the blacksmith shop when he was a child.
He just wanted to remind the other party not to stand in such a dangerous place.
But obviously, not everyone can understand this kind of "well-intentioned dissuasion".
"Interesting."
Sure enough, the man's face under the hood twitched slightly, and then he actually grinned.
His gray beard was spread out by his smile, revealing some tanned skin, but his face was still unclear.
Immediately afterwards, he took a few steps forward, and the hem of his cloak fluttered slightly behind him, revealing a pair of boots that were quite worn. It was obvious from a glance that he had walked a lot.
But his steps are steady.
The footprints left on the sand were neither deep nor shallow with every step he took, and his steps were even more powerful than those of the guy who called himself the Knight of the Blood Gate before.
Stopping about ten steps away from Gendry, the man put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and said in a deep voice, "You will be misunderstood if you talk like this, kid."
"And...
"I'm not so old that I can't even draw a sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was immediately unsheathed.
Rub!!!
The voice was clear and sharp, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Gendry from a distance of ten steps.
Under the sun, you can clearly see that it is just a Longsword with a very ordinary shape.
But Gendry's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
Because he felt a... very dangerous sense of oppression from that sword, something he had never felt before.
I didn't even feel it when I was practicing against Lyn Corbray!
"I'm really sorry that the seven knights of the Seven Kingdoms couldn't make you enjoy yourself to the fullest."
The man's voice was suddenly higher than before, and his tone was quite strange, mixed with the flavor of many places, as if he had lived in every corner of the world for some time.
"How about you let me, an old man, play with you?"