The Mountain charged on horseback, and everyone initially thought he would easily defeat Ygritte.
Even Baelish made a bet with Renly, who had already lost.
"One gold dragon, Ygritte will lose in one move!" Baelish laughed.
"She's tough, I bet she can last at least three rounds!" Renly said.
"You all underestimate her too much!" Loras said. He had personally fought Ygritte and knew how formidable she was.
Although he had gone easy on her to be defeated, Ygritte's strength was definitely formidable.
The Mountain and Ygritte had already charged. The first time, Ygritte was almost sent flying.
The Mountain's strength was too immense.
Mufasa saw The Mountain's various stats through appraisal.
"Name: Gregor Clegane"
"Identity: Lord"
"Profession: Knight"
"Strength: 50 points"
"Speed: 25 points"
"Intelligence: 15 points"
"Spirit: 20 points"
"Magic Power: 15 points"
"Talent: Giant Bloodline. Awakened the giant bloodline flowing in his veins. Although not a pure-blood giant, his strength is no less than that of a true giant."
It was the first time Mufasa had seen someone with a Strength stat of fifty points.
He speculated that the giants living Beyond the Wall might have Strength as high as seventy or eighty, even close to a hundred.
As for exceeding a hundred, Mufasa speculated that they might be demigods, and if the stats were even higher, reaching several thousand points, they might be true gods.
Ygritte was like a lone boat in a vast sea, while The Mountain transformed into a raging torrent, wanting to destroy Ygritte.
But she was incredibly resilient, gritting her teeth and holding on.
Ygritte had been hit multiple times; her shield was already tattered and she had to switch to a new one, and she had gone through several spears.
Seeing Ygritte's brutalized state, Jon Snow couldn't bear it and shouted her name loudly.
"Surrender, Ygritte, don't throw your life away!"
Ygritte shot him an angry glare in return.
"The Free Folk never surrender!"
She charged again, this time her spear broke, and her shield shattered.
Many people in the audience began to cheer her on.
"Go, Ygritte, defeat the big bad Mountain!"
"Go, Ygritte! Don't give up! The Mountain is almost done for, he's big, so his stamina must be bad!" Someone whispered in the dark.
"Who said that!" The Mountain glared at the audience.
"If you keep making noise, I'll make you pay!"
The Mountain roared.
He looked utterly ferocious, scaring many sheltered noble ladies and madams.
Mufasa whistled, and Heraka ran over from a distance. Heraka let out a low growl, overpowering The Mountain's roar.
Heraka was still holding a shield in his mouth, Mufasa's valyrian steel shield. He came to Ygritte's side and released his mouth, letting the shield drop.
"What is this?" Ygritte was stunned. She looked back at Mufasa's position and saw him give her an encouraging thumbs-up.
Ygritte's fighting spirit immediately surged. She picked up the valyrian steel shield, chose another spear, and mounted her horse again.
On the other side, The Mountain and his mount became restless due to Heraka's arrival.
Ygritte charged with high morale, and The Mountain was momentarily unable to resist, falling off his horse and getting pinned by it.
However, he was large and strong, so he pushed the horse away and stood up himself.
Ygritte won, receiving cheers from the entire arena.
The Mountain strode towards Ygritte, who had not yet realized the danger.
Just as The Mountain was about to approach Ygritte, Heraka's huge lion head butted him, and The Mountain instantly fell face-first into the mud.
He got up and saw a giant lion with its gaping maw right in front of him, scaring him pale.
Mufasa didn't let Heraka eat The Mountain, after all, he was still Tywin Lannister's subordinate.
Ygritte achieved a good result, reaching the top four, but her next opponents were still very strong.
Besides Ygritte, the other three were Sandor Clegane, Barristan Selmy the Dauntless, and Bronze Yohn Royce.
After a fierce battle among the four, the final champion was Bronze Yohn Royce.
It was a major upset.
In the bets placed by Baelish, Renly, and Tyrion, they were all losers.
Conversely, Varys, who had bet the least, won.
"I didn't expect Lord Bronze Yohn Royce to give us such a surprise!" Varys laughed.
Because he was a eunuch, many people were unwilling to approach him, and even when watching the competition together, no one wanted to sit next to him.
It was said that Varys always doused himself in perfume daily to cover up his body odor.
The jousting tournament ended, and the melee was even more brutal. King Robert displayed great power, hammering two people to death and crippling three others before winning the championship.
In the subsequent archery competition, Joffrey won the championship without much trouble.
The three of them stood together, accepting the cheers of the audience.
Then, the crucial moment arrived: six Kingsguard carried a black coffin to the scene.
Jaime Lannister looked at Mufasa, who nodded at him.
King Robert had now taken up the House Stark's ice sword, while Bronze Yohn Royce had borrowed the Heartsbane sword from Lord Randyll Tarly.
Joffrey had switched to dragon glass arrows.
Jaime opened the black coffin, revealing the wight's appearance inside.
"Who is that, why is he in a coffin?"
"Oh my gods! That's my brother, Waymar Royce!" said Ser Robar Royce, a knight from the Vale and Bronze Yohn Royce's second son.
"Although Father received a letter from the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch saying he was missing, I didn't expect him to be dead? Why did they put his body in a black coffin and bring it here?" said Andar Royce, Bronze Yohn Royce's eldest son.
Waymar Royce in the coffin slowly began to move, then he opened his intact eye, revealing the blue pupil within.
Waymar Royce walked out of the coffin, looking like a walking corpse, terrifying the many noble ladies and madams present.
"Now let us three champions kill this wight!" Robert said.
"Don't be afraid, even though this is a wight, they can still be killed!"
Joffrey shot arrows from a distance, and King Robert charged with ice.
Their coordination was not good, and one wight actually fended off both of them.
Bronze Yohn Royce did not attack; he had not yet recovered from the shock of his son turning into a wight.
Finally, he made up his mind and personally killed his son, Waymar Royce, who had become a wight..
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