"Ahhhhhhhhh..."
The cheers were loud and enthusiastic.
On one side of the stands, the spectators in the area closest to the three competing knights and the target felt the anticipation when they saw Morgan, wearing a dark red mighty armor, pull out three arrows at once and put them on the bowstring.
It's just that Morgan moved too fast. The three arrows fired in unison and hit the bullseye of the target were truly magical and shocking.
This also made the audience who were looking forward to him excited and climaxed when the three arrows hit.
The violent cheers made the spectators further away in the stands confused.
"what happened?"
"what's the situation?"
"what is going on?"
"Did that Morgan do something amazing again?"
"Damn, who can tell me what happened?"
"..."
Hearing the sudden burst of cheers, the curious audience couldn't help but ask.
They were a bit far away. They could see the three knights but couldn't see the target further away.
But soon.
Someone passed the news on.
"Three arrows hit by one arrow..."
"The three arrows that Morgan shot at once all hit the target's crosshairs. This is simply unbelievable..."
"I've seen archers who can shoot three arrows at a time, but it's really unheard of for three arrows to hit the bull's-eye of the same target..."
"I knew it, I knew my Morgan could do it. He is so handsome. I fell in love with him. He is the prince of my dreams..."
"Shooted three arrows at once and hit the bullseye? Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
"Damn, announce their results quickly, I really can't wait..."
"..."
Countless spectators around the arena were talking about it.
The highest, the best location is on a high platform.
King Robert Baratheon, who was leaning on the throne, watched the moment when Morgan shot three arrows at once and hit the target.
He couldn't help but drink down the wine glass in his hand, then laughed loudly, and said to Barristan Selmy, the fully armed captain of the Kingsguard standing next to him: "I knew he could do it."
"At the Hunting Competition in Winterfell, Morgan showed amazing archery ability."
"Hey, it's a pity that the northern winter bear I hunted for the first time was defeated by this kid..."
"The name of "Marksman" should be spread throughout King's Landing this time..."
Robert Baratheon opened his mouth with a smile, and he didn't look embarrassed at all about losing to Morgan in the hunting contest.
Although in Winterfell, he did not insist on letting the smaller winter bear he hunted participate in the competition because of the dissuasion of his old friend Eddard Stark.
But with his character, being able to say it in public means that he doesn't care at all.
"What do you think of this Morgan?"
Robert Baratheon said and looked to Barristan Selmy, the captain of the Kingsguard, and asked.
"Your Majesty is right."
"This Morgan is indeed a marksman. This is the first time I have seen such a powerful ability..."
Barristan Selmy smiled when he answered, and continued: "And not only now, the strength he displayed in the "Joust Jousting" competition system in the morning is also amazing."
"I think as long as he can keep performing tomorrow, it shouldn't be difficult to win the "Archery Competition" championship."
"Even in the jousting competition, I think he should be a strong contender for first place this time..."
Barristan Selmy, captain of the Kingsguard, looked at the conspicuous figure on the field in the distance and said with a smile.
Yes, ever since Morgan easily defeated the Hugh Knight from the Arryn Valley in the morning, the scene where he helped him up with such a gentlemanly attitude made Barristan Selmy have a good impression of Morgan on the spot.
"Haha, it seems that you and I have the same vision..."
King Robert Baratheon laughed after hearing the words of his captain of the Kingsguard.
"I heard that this Morgan is Lord Stark's retainer?"
Barristan Selmy suddenly asked.
He has always had a good relationship with the current Prime Minister Eddard Stark.
At this time, looking at the conspicuous figure on the field who showed amazing strength in just two games, he couldn't help but said: "If this is the case, Lord Stark is lucky."
Being able to recruit or have a strong man of Morgan's level take refuge, the benefits are completely obvious.
Having such a strong man under his command can no longer be described as pure luck.
Look at the Lannister family behind Queen Cersei Lannister.
There was Gregor Clegane, the "Mountain", and Sandor Clegane, the "Hound". The brutal and powerful reputations of these two brothers made many people tremble with fear.
Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, said as he refilled the king's empty wine glass.
Robert Baratheon took a sip and continued: "He is the swordsman of Ed's family..."
"But I don't know if he is Stark's retainer or not."
"But I believe that as long as Ed is not stupid, he will not let Morgan go..."
The king shook his head and spoke.
Queen Cersei Lannister, who was sitting aside with a frown, suddenly narrowed her charming green eyes slightly as she listened to these two words, as if she thought of something.
The noble stand area.
"Look, look!"
Arya Stark pointed at the teacher in dark red armor on the field and shouted excitedly.
"Saw Arya..."
"This is outside, you're still a girl and you need to pay attention."
Ed Stark stood up with a headache and pressed down on his extremely excited little daughter, and couldn't help but say.
"Can I learn archery from a teacher?"
Arya Stark, who was forced to sit down, seemed to think of something and immediately looked at her father and asked.
"Of course, as long as you are not afraid of getting tired, I can let Morgan teach you."
Ed Stark nodded.
They have already compromised and let Arya learn swordsmanship, and it would be nothing if she learns archery.
But Arya Stark looked at the teacher on the field, remained silent for a moment and then said, "Let's forget it."
"The teacher said that I have a talent for swordsmanship, so I don't need to be distracted by anything else."
It is rare to hear my little daughter say such words and think like this.
Ed Stark couldn't help but said with relief: "Your teacher is right..."
"Arya, if you think like this, it means you have really grown up."
On the playing field.
Just as countless viewers were talking about it.
The official staff at the side of the arena rushed to the location of the three targets as soon as the three participating knights put down their long bows.
soon.
When the results of the three knights were tallied up.
The official staff loudly announced that Morgan had achieved perfect results in horse archery and infantry archery, and that all six arrows hit the target, making him the winner of this group.
The overwhelming and enthusiastic cheers once again echoed throughout the Royal Garden Arena.
If Morgan's astonishing performance in the first "Joust Joust" in the morning only earned him a familiar face in front of countless spectators in King's Landing.
So now, Morgan's amazing performance in this "Archery Competition" event has undoubtedly deepened the impression of Morgan on all the audience.
"Ah ah ah ah ah..."
"Morgan..."
"Morgan..."
Morgan rode "Carrot" around the arena like a winner as usual, enjoying the calls of countless spectators in the stands.
Especially the cheers mixed with the shrill shouts of some female voices.
Puts Morgan in a better mood.
Speaking of honor.
Morgan was already full of glory in Middle-earth.
Speaking of fame.
Morgan's reputation in Middle-earth has already spread throughout the continent.
He has enjoyed too much people's attention, respect, reverence, and even fear.
However, he had never encountered such passionate cheers and fanatical shouts of names.
This is a new feeling that is a bit like a spotlight star.
Morgan felt an unprecedented sense of freshness.
After all, the world under our feet has been replaced by the new continent of Westeros instead of Middle-earth.
Facing the cheers from the stands, Morgan waved with a very cooperative smile.
This also made the audience cheer even louder.
Especially the many young girls and women who covet Morgan's handsomeness and beauty.
Morgan's group was the last group in the first round of the "Archery Showdown".
As he rode the equally excited head-bobbing "Carrot" toward Victory Lane and off the field.
Countless spectators in the stands also began to disperse.
The competition at noon can be regarded as temporarily coming to an end.
A few hours later.
That is, in the evening, the most exciting and thrilling "group close combat" format in the martial arts tournament will be staged.
These few hours of rest are for the participating knights to rest (many knights participate in more than one competition format).
It was also to give the audience, who had been cheering for half a day and several hours, a good rest.
Eat, drink, or even go to a brothel to do some exercise and relax, so that you can be more passionate in the evening.
Half an hour later.
Morgan returned to the Stark family castle in the noble area.
Morgan, who was in the limelight, was pestered by student Arya Stark as soon as he returned to the castle and asked various questions about the tourney.
Finally when Arya asks if she can participate in tourneys when she grows up.
It happened to be heard by Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King, who cruelly cut off Arya's dream of participating in the tourney in the future on behalf of Morgan.
Afternoon time.
Morgan and Eddard Stark had another late lunch with the two Miss Starks.
In the evening, I went to the royal garden in the east of the Red Castle with the Stark family again.
When walking into the arena.
Only then did I realize that the entire arena was already hung with various oil lamps and filled with oil-stained torches.
A large amount of firelight illuminated the entire arena as if it were daytime.
In the long stands, spectators continued to enter amidst the noise and noise.
Tournament Activity Center.
Morgan has gathered with a group of knights who are participating in the final draw.
Among the three competition systems of the tournament, "group close combat" is somewhat different from the other two competition systems.
The format of this competition is for four participating knights to gather in a certain range to fight.
Until the last one left is the final winner.
This can also be regarded as the Westeros version of the chicken game mode.
Four people fight together.
If contestants who know each other are assigned together, it will undoubtedly be unfair to other contestants once they form a team.
So the lottery model is adopted.
In this way, even if something similar does happen, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.
Of course, if you feel you are not strong enough, you can also team up with others.
Anyway, there is only one person left in the end, and there is only one winner.
There are a total of twenty-four people participating in this "Team Melee Combat Competition", and a group of four can be divided into six groups.
Following the instructions of the white-haired old man I met during the day.
Some participating knights began to come forward to draw their own participation numbers.
Morgan stood behind the group.
His eyes were scanning the contestants in front of him.
After looking at the last one, he couldn't find anyone familiar.
But he knew very few people in King's Landing.
In this tourney, he only knew Sandor Clegane and Jaime Lannister, the hounds.
One of them is an enemy.
Although I didn't see anyone I knew.
But Morgan did see several knights who had participated in the other two competitions during the day.
Of course, there may be more but not necessarily.
After all, today is an important day. Many knights are fully armed with armor and their heads are wrapped in helmets, making it difficult to recognize them even if they have seen them.
The knights who drew their participation numbers one by one were registered together.
It wasn't long before it was Morgan's turn.
Morgan stepped forward and took out a paper ball rolled into a small ball from the sealed box.
I opened the ball of paper and saw the number sixteen on it.
According to the grouping rules, he belongs to the fourth group.
The twenty-four participating knights were divided into groups.
Along with the warriors came His Majesty the King's orders.
The first group of four knights also stood in front of the track on horseback.
Then, at the beginning of the white-haired old man.
The four horses rushed out together, racing towards the arena.
The sky has become dark.
The entire arena was illuminated by a large number of fires.
Long stand.
Countless spectators were talking, drinking, and noisy.
In the noisy arena.
"Bang bang bang..."
At this time, the sound of horse hooves began to be heard from the distant track.
The originally noisy stadium immediately became quiet.
Everyone is waiting.
finally.
When the first group of four armed knights rode into the arena.
Incomparably warm cheers resounded over the royal gardens once again.
With pre-game instructions and rules.
The four knights first saluted in front of the King and Queen Stand, and then after running around the arena, they each chose a direction, jumped off their horses, and quickly walked into the center of the arena, which was circled with white lime and was about 20 meters in diameter. within a large circle.
This circle is also known as the Circle of Death.
Because no matter whether you are active or passive, as long as you take a step outside the circle, you will be eliminated.
The first thing the four of them did when they stepped into the circle was that they each drew their long swords and stood ready.
Perhaps because they don't know each other, or perhaps because time is too tight, none of these four have formed an alliance with each other.
However, the "Archery Tournament" format has no time limit.
But the audience's patience is extremely limited.
Once they notice signs of delay among participating knights, they will boo as soon as possible to urge the knights to fight.
They are the best overseers.
Right now, in the arena, the four knights in the first group began to show signs of delay because of mutual concerns.
For the first time, boos began to ring in the stands.
Realizing the impatience of the spectators in the stands, the four knights in the arena immediately changed, speeding up the test and at the same time, a battle broke out.
Half an hour later.
When the last knight, whose armor was broken, his helmet fell off, and there was a bloody wound on his face, stood alone in the center of the arena.
The first winner of the team melee competition appeared.
Next is the second group...the third group...
As the increasingly enthusiastic audience saw off the winners one after another.
There was another rapid sound of horse hooves.
The audience once again looked expectantly at the entrance to the track.
As the first, second, and third knights rushed off the track one after another.
Warm cheers erupted from the stands again.
And when the last tall knight, wearing a dark red mighty armor, with a unique ponytail, and an exceptionally handsome knight rushed into the arena.
The cheers above the entire arena suddenly became loud and intense!
"Ahhhhhhhhh..."
