Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Gavin took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the blood and gunpowder smoke that filled the battlefield into his lungs. He slowly turned around and looked at the three people charging with him.

Although they managed to hold on and did not fall down, the wounds on their bodies were shocking, and blood continued to seep out, staining their clothes red. One of them had a bloody wound on his abdomen, while the other two had long bloody marks scratched by swords.

Gavin turned his attention to the stadium again. After the chaos before the start, there were less than a hundred people in the stadium at this time. The originally noisy and chaotic battlefield now seemed much empty. The people who are still here are roughly scattered into several forces.

One of them is composed of the Hightower family as the core. Due to its effective initial defense, its strength is relatively intact and its morale has not decreased. The remaining groups have suffered more or less casualties.

After the charge and fighting just now, Gavin had a clear understanding of his own strength for the first time. With his sophisticated armor and master swordsmanship, he could easily deal with any team on the field.

He felt the power filling his muscles, containing endless potential. At this moment, although he had expended some energy, his body had not yet shown any signs of fatigue. On the contrary, he was becoming more and more comfortable under the stimulation of the battle. He turned around and waved to the three people, indicating that they could leave.

Gavin watched his teammates leaving the field bend down to pick up the spear with the flag from the ground, adjusted his position, raised the spear upright, and walked slowly towards the Hightower family. There was confidence in his eyes, as if the enemies in front of him were just a swarm of ants waiting for him to conquer.

The nobles in the stands also exploded at this time, and whispers continued one after another. Many people are curious about what on earth this young man is going to do?

Does he want to attack the tightly united and prepared team of more than ten people alone?

Some people looked frightened, thinking that this young man was too reckless; some people's eyes were shining, expecting him to create miracles; and some people looked disdainful, thinking that this was a foolish act of overestimating his capabilities.

Edmund in the stands was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, with big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He shouted Gavin's name at the top of his lungs, waving his hands in the air desperately, trying to get Gavin's attention. However, his anxious shouts were ruthlessly drowned out by the discussions among the nobles.

At the same time, Vilas, who saw this scene, couldn't help but said to himself: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so strong. I don't know how many surprises you can bring me."

Margaery Tyrell heard her brother talking to herself next to her, and curiously asked her brother: "Brother Willas, do you know him?"

Willas touched Margaery's head tenderly and said: "I met him at a banquet before. His name is Gavin Fohua. He is a talented person in managing the territory. I want to drag him into the High Court. Take office." As he spoke, Vilas's eyes showed appreciation and expectation.

"Buddha flower? Since he is not a knight yet, you can accept him as a squire." Margaery blinked her big eyes and said seriously, her bright eyes full of curiosity.

"Of course not. He is only 15 years old and has not yet passed his adult ceremony. How can there be such a young knight." Vilas explained to Margaery with a smile.

After saying that, a trace of melancholy appeared helplessly on his face, and he sighed softly: "After seeing his swordsmanship, I also wanted to accept him as an attendant, but he is the illegitimate son of the Cotoin family."

"I see, I understand." Margaery frowned.

"Oh? What do you understand?" Vilas asked with a smile. His sister was raised by her grandmother since she was a child. Even though she is only 13 years old now, her wisdom and vision far exceed his.

"The only members of the Cortoine family are Earl Horton and Sir Edmund. Sir Edmund's wife of seven years, Lilith Tyrell, is just pregnant. She is a member of the Tyrell family and is currently the third member of the family. This Gavin Buddha is the only male of this generation, even if he is just an illegitimate child.

He rashly proposed to bring the opponent's underage bloodline into the High Court, with the intention of standing up for Lilith. We cannot take the initiative to propose inclusion in the High Court. It is best for the other party to take the initiative. "Margery answered patiently, then frowned and thought again when Vilas nodded in acknowledgement.

After tilting her head and thinking for a while, Margaery then revealed a sly smile on her face: "Brother Vilas, I have an idea that I should try."

Villas was very surprised when he heard it. He knew that Margery's way of handling affairs since she was a child was far better than him, and asked curiously: "What method? Tell me."

Margery winked mischievously and said: "I can take the opportunity of the name day to make him my guardian knight. A noble lady's guardian knight is only honorary, so it will not irritate Sir Edmond." Yes, we can use this as an opportunity to let him stay in the High Court afterwards.”

Vilas smiled helplessly and said, "You little clever guy, but you'd better ask your grandmother before making any decision."

Margery raised her head proudly: "I understand, I saw the swordsmanship, it is indeed very strong, but it is better to put it to the test when managing the territory."

Vilas looked at his sister, wondering what wonderful idea this smart sister had come up with.

As Gavin advanced, there was silence all around, and no one stopped or attacked him. Apparently everyone was aware of the conflict between him and the Hightower family, and pairs of eyes focused on him, waiting to watch the show with different thoughts.

With the strength he has shown before, if he really messes up the strict formation of the Hightower family, it will undoubtedly be a good thing for everyone present.

Except for some people who were so eager to kill, most people had stopped, and were watching other teams vigilantly while quietly watching Gavin, as if waiting for a wonderful drama to be staged.

Gavin held a spear and stood only 30 steps away from the Hightower family. Then he held the spear with both hands and thrust it deeply into the ground, forming a flag standing on the ground. Instantly, the whole audience exclaimed, "He didn't use the spear head, how much power it takes."

Seeing Gavin show such a terrifying power, the faces of the people in the Hightower family instantly became solemn. The originally relaxed atmosphere seemed to be frozen by frost, and the air seemed to become heavy and depressing.

They held their weapons tightly, and looked at Gavin with vigilance and alertness in their eyes. They quickly adjusted their formation and waited for the battle. The tense atmosphere spread among the crowd, making people feel suffocated.

Gavin's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and his right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist like an iron clamp, and pulled it out violently. The sword flashed with a frosty cold light, as if it was longing for blood.