Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 32
Sansa couldn't believe who she was last night.

He was so bold that he did that kind of thing with the prince after only meeting each other for a few hours.

It makes people blush.

Sansa, who had been calm all night, turned back into a reserved lady.

Today she dared not be alone with the prince anymore.But I didn't see him for a moment, but there seemed to be a big emptiness in my heart, and it was meaningless to do anything.

She had no choice but to hide by the window of the closed bridge, staring at her prince foolishly.

It is connected to the main castle and the arsenal, and the windows can have a panoramic view of the entire school grounds. It would be better if there is no annoying Arya next to it.

Sansa glanced helplessly at her sister who was yelling.

On the school grounds of Winterfell.

Prince Tommen and Bran Stark duel with wooden swords.

Both boys wore tight leather armor, and Roderick Cassel, the coach of Winterfell with a white beard, acted as the referee.

Sansa's eyes were only on Prince Joffrey, who was watching from the sidelines.

Bran and Tommen had been fighting clumsily for a long time, and finally Tommen, who was fatter, fell first. Bran raised his wooden sword and smiled triumphantly.

Arya on the bridge also cheers for Bran.

Sir Rodrik looked towards the sidelines, "His Royal Highness, Robb, are you going to play again?"

The squires and knights around Joffrey laughed.

In the previous competition, the crown prince had an overwhelming advantage. If it weren't for the point, Robb would lose ugly.

Joffrey stopped the rudeness of his men, "Let's change opponents. Theon?"

Theon Greyjoy, who was already 19 years old, was surprised, "Me? Did Prince Joffrey choose the wrong person?"

Joffrey was confident.

The hardship he had suffered under James' training for more than a month was not in vain.

Needless to say hard work, the spiritual growth brought about by the runes has also greatly improved his learning talent, and he is confident that he is no less skilled than the famous Kingslayer.

Although the experience may not be as good, but the advantage in physical fitness is enough to win the round.

The magic energy produced by the growth rune every day is making him stronger, and the increasingly powerful mental power can better control the body.Even without the use of overt or covert magic, today's physical attacks alone are enough to defeat any normal human being.

Joffrey and Theon walked up the field.

The two sides tied up their protective gear, held wooden blunt swords, and slowly approached each other in a circle.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Theon is the oldest, and his experience and skills have been honed over time. The Crown Prince has also defeated Robb before, and it seems that it will be another fierce battle.

Joffrey decided to make a quick decision and teach Theon a lesson.

He didn't come here today to pretend to be cool, but to leave a deep impression on the hearts of future power game players, so that they would not dare to easily become enemies with him, and even take it for their own use.

For a sensitive, inferior and arrogant person like Theon, subduing him is the simplest and most practical way.

The two stared at each other closely, and moved closer to each other.

Only five meters away.

Joffrey saw the right moment, bursting into the front of his opponent in one step, launching a blow like a storm.

Theon saw only a blur of light.

The sound of the wooden swords colliding was louder and louder with each breath, and people seemed to hear the groan of the wooden sword before it broke.

Theon relied on experience to hold the wooden sword to block with difficulty, "Impossible!"

Theon couldn't believe it.

Although this proud prince is tall and tall, he is only 12 years old after all, how could he possess such strange power! ?
But his arm has been numb from the shock, and his steps are constantly retreating.

crackle!

Theon's wooden sword shattered into several pieces, he staggered, and then froze in place.

The crown prince's sword was across his throat.

Sansa on the bridge showed a touching smile, "I knew that my prince must be the most powerful."

Arya curled her lips.

On the school field, those people brought by Joffrey applauded presumptuously, and Stark's subordinates were also amazed.

"As expected of King Robert's son, the Devil of the Trident River has a successor."

"King Robert's heavy hammer is famous all over the world. It seems that His Highness the Crown Prince will also inherit his father's name. The Seven Kingdoms will surely be more prosperous in the future."

Theon Greyjoy was completely dumbfounded.

Although now he is dependent on others and is often ridiculed and stared at, but Theon knows that he is not useless.

I am the heir of the Iron Islands, the tenacious Ironborn!
My archery skills, my sword skills.

Robb can't beat me!
but now.

I lost to a 12-year-old arrogant brat! ?
Theon only felt that his last dignity had been trampled under his feet.

All kinds of emotions in his heart dazzled his head, and at this moment, he forgot all the order of dignity.

"Change to a real sword! Do you dare to fight with a real sword!?"

Theon growled wildly.

Sir Rodrik immediately yelled, "Theon, are you crazy? It's too dangerous to use a real sword. You must use a blunt sword in a contest. If you lose, you must admit it!"

Robb also frowned, "Calm down Theon, don't run into His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Most of the others watched with cold eyes.

Joffrey didn't mind.

"It doesn't matter. If Sean wants to see a real battle with a real sword, I am naturally willing to accompany him."

Theon Greyjoy smiled wryly.

Joffrey glanced at him.

"Just to remind you, my sword is not ordinary, it can defeat you by itself. Don't rely on me if your sword is broken."

The hounds on the sidelines immediately hugged Joffrey's "Dragon Flame".

Everyone's eyes are looking over.

Joffrey stretched out his right hand to hold Longyan's sword hilt.

Amidst the pleasant and cool sound of metal rubbing against each other, a flash of white light grew out of thin air from the scabbard.

The sun obscured its face.

Long Yan lowered his body and entered into the shadow of his master, the blade of the sword finally appeared in front of people.

People were instantly fascinated.

The dark and mysterious pattern, the looming bright red light.

Valyrian steel sword? !
No, a more beautiful and noble sword than that!

Theon, who was not favored at all, completely lost people's attention now.

Robb and others began to dissuade Theon again.

Theon also felt the shadow of failure, but how could he back down at this time?
Regardless of the outcome, we had to continue.

Theon urged for a long time, and finally received his sword from a servant.

Joffrey stood still, watching Theon cautiously advance and retreat, and even had time to wave to Sansa on the bridge.

Sansa shrank back inside the stone wall outside the window with an "ah".How could the prince see this way?

Arya giggled at her foolish older sister.

The spectators in the school field were getting impatient, and they booed one after another, telling Xi En to either attack quickly or admit defeat quickly.

Theon took a deep breath and rushed towards Joffrey as if he were about to jump off a cliff.

Long Yan danced in the air, and people saw a fiery red veil fluttering towards Theon's steel sword.

Crack, clang~
The upper body of the steel sword fell to the ground, Theon only held on for a few breaths, and the half dagger in his hand got out of control and returned to the ground.

There is no suspense in the ending.But people are still shocked by Long Yan's sharpness.

If there is a war, how much blood and life will it absorb on the battlefield?unimaginable.

Joffrey sheathed his sword.

Robb, Jon, Theon are all there, just in time.

"It's not very interesting to just compete in martial arts."

"Single-handed battles should be left to the soldiers. I thought of a game that might be more suitable for us."

(End of this chapter)