Take the ride to dominate the game

Chapter 70
King Robert climbed up to the VIP seat with his increasingly fat body, and walked towards his own seat.

The noise of people around made his mood even worse. Before that, it was Cersei who prevented him from participating in the group battle and disturbed his good interest in holding the tournament. The fact that he couldn't put on the breastplate this morning hit his mood again. Feeling.

Just as the king was about to take his seat, a murmur among the people caught his attention.

"Oh! Seven Gods, is that true?"

"I think it may be empty inside. If it is solid, who can lift it up."

"Even if it's hollow, it looks terrifying."

Robert looked at the direction where the onlookers in King's Landing City focused their eyes, and then he was as puzzled as they were.

The golden-armored red-horse rider who made it all the way to the semi-finals yesterday was walking towards the team battle field not far away with a peerless giant hammer in his hand.

The hammer head is slightly larger than the human head, and the flashing light on the tip of the hammer nail looks particularly impressive.

Much bigger than Robert's own warhammer.

You must know that the hammer head of a normal warrior's practical hammer is only the size of an adult male's fist.

That's it, not many people can dance.

The most proud of the reborn king is the fact that he used the war hammer to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

16 years ago, the scene of three victories in one day next to the ruins of Midsummer Hall is still vivid in my memory. At that time, he had a warhammer in his hand, and I had the world.

Barristan, the captain of the Kingsguard, also saw the sledgehammer, and seeing the doubts on the king's face, he explained:
"Your Majesty, it may be a fake, not solid."

"It's just a look, it's too..."

Robert stood up abruptly, and walked over to the rider.

Barristan and the whitecloaks followed.

"What?" asked the captain of the Kingsguard.

"Too much for my taste." The king answered his courtiers in his usual loud voice.

Since the captain of the Kingsguard is usually the top knight and warrior in Westeros, and his military command ability is also top-notch, he is usually a member of the imperial council.

Barristan, who was following behind the king, shook his head, amused at the fat king's children who were about to marry.

Arthur placed his sledgehammer on the edge of the team battle field, and let his servant Medan watch it.

Although no thief can steal such a heavy weapon, some people can avoid curious idlers touching it.

Especially when he has attracted a lot of attention along the way.

But as soon as Arthur turned around, he saw a group of idlers surrounding him.

Originally, he wanted to wave his hand and let the group of people stay where they were cool, but when he saw the leader, Arthur held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He can't let the king go aside to cool off, can he?
"Seven Gods, this should be my weapon."

For some reason, Robert felt that this giant hammer was very suitable for his eyes.

"Now that I've seen it, it's mine."

Robert walked to the hammer, ready to juggle with it.

"If you can lift it above your head, it's fine to give it to the king." Arthur chuckled.

This is a sharp weapon for cutting grass on the battlefield that I prepared, how can I let this big deer who is about to go offline take it away?

Although Robert is also a first-class fighter in Westeros, and his strength is surprisingly large, it is still impossible to lift this giant hammer over his head.

"It's not as simple as raising it over your head!" Robert glanced at Arthur, remembering that he had dealt with a certain Lannister relative more than a week ago.

"If I lift it above my head, I'll take it as a gift from you to uphold justice, how about it?"

"Okay, let the king raise the hammer." Arthur gestured with his hand.

In ancient times, there was Ying Dang who lifted a tripod and died, but now maybe Robert raised a hammer and died.

The onlookers had great confidence in the king, and they all cheered for Robert.

Several Kingsguards smiled lightly at Arthur and shook their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

The owner of the Iron Throne took down the crown on his head and let Arthur hold it, then bent down and grabbed the handle of the hammer, taking a deep breath.

"From~"

It took all the strength in Robert's body, and his face turned red.

But he could only lift the sledgehammer a hand's width from the ground.

This giant hammer is not really solid, is it?Feeling a little ashamed, the king thought to himself.

He tried again, and after confirming that he really couldn't lift it up, Robert let go and let the hammer hit the ground hard.

The picture of the king lifting it up easily as expected by the people did not appear, only the vibration of the ground was felt.

"Isn't this too exaggerated? Your Majesty can't even lift it up."

"What kind of group battles are you still fighting? Isn't this kind of sledgehammer who will kill whoever is killed?"

The onlookers and free warriors talked a lot.

The Kingsguard had also been terrified by the fact that Robert couldn't lift a sledgehammer.

"Could it be a real giant hammer?" Barristan stepped forward quickly, wanting to try it too.

But his performance was worse than Robert's, and he only managed to get half a hand off the ground.

Considering he's 50 years old, it's amazing to keep that power going.

"How strong is your strength?"

asked Robert, no longer about the hammer, after taking the crown.

"Maybe it's number one in the whole continent!"

The king nodded, "Even the Magic Mountain can't do it so easily."

The people were silent for a while, but soon someone asked:

"Is it really true?"

Robert, who was about to leave, glanced at the inquiring person coldly, "I can't even lift it up, how can I have a fake?"

The king is not yet 40 years old, and he is in his prime. Although the astringency has caused him to lose a lot of physical strength, his explosive strength is not much worse than the peak.

"I'd like to try it." The man had a bow of equal height on his back, and was wearing a dirty sleeveless leather armor, revealing his exaggerated forearm muscles.

"Then come and try?" Arthur invited.

This man was not polite, he walked out of the crowd under the watchful eyes of the king, a large group of knights, and the people, ran to the giant hammer, bent down and stretched out his hand, and began to lift the hammer.

"Yeah!" His performance was much better than that of Robert and Barristan, and he barely raised the hammer to his chest, but he couldn't go any further.

He let go, and the raised hammer that landed caused a more violent vibration than before.

"What kind of team battle is this? One hammer down will turn into meat sauce." The man said with emotion.

Robert thought it was reasonable.

Cersei's proposal to keep him out of group fights last night instantly made sense.

The bad mood has also improved a lot.

The king stepped back to the VIP seats, deciding to be only a spectator today.

This episode passed quickly, and Arthur also rode on the red rabbit to prepare for today's earliest spear-riding final.

What he didn't know was that because of his stunning hammer, quite a few people gave up their idea of ​​participating in the group battle in the afternoon.

The draw of the spear finals was very interesting. Loras, the Knight of Hundred Flowers, still faced the Magic Mountain, and Arthur needed to fight against the Mountain's younger brother, the Hound.

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(End of this chapter)