King Robert dragged his increasingly fat body onto the VIP table and walked towards his seat.
The buzz of people around him made his mood even worse. Before that, Cersei's refusal to let him participate in group battles disturbed his good interest in holding a tourney. The fact that he couldn't put on the breastplate this morning hit him again.
Feeling.
Just as the king was about to take his seat, a burst of whispers among the people attracted his attention.
"Oh! Seven Gods, is that true?"
"I think it might be empty inside. If it were solid, who could lift it up?"
"Even if it's hollow, it looks scary."
Robert looked in the direction where the onlookers in King's Landing were gathering their gazes, and then he had the same doubts as them.
The golden-armored red horse rider who made it all the way to the semi-finals yesterday was walking towards the team battle arena not far away carrying a peerless giant hammer.
Visually, the hammer head is slightly larger than a human head, and the flashing light on the tip of the hammer nail looks particularly eye-catching.
Much larger than Robert's own warhammer.
You should know that the hammer head used by normal soldiers is only the size of an adult male's fist.
Here, not many people can dance.
The king whose beard was resurrected was most proud of his use of a war hammer to kill enemies on the battlefield.
Sixteen years ago, the scene of three victories in one day beside the ruins of Shengxia Hall is still vivid in his mind. At that time, he had a war hammer in his hand, and he owned the world.
Barristan, the captain of the Kingsguard, also saw the giant hammer. Seeing the confusion on the king's face, he explained:
"Your Majesty, that may be a fake product and not real."
"It's just a fake product, this is too..."
Robert stood up suddenly and walked towards the rider.
Barristan and several white robes followed.
"What's wrong?" asked the captain of the Kingsguard.
"It's too much for my taste." The king replied to his important ministers in his usual loud voice.
Since the captain of the Kingsguard is usually the top knight and warrior in Westeros and has first-class military commanding abilities, he is usually a member of the Royal Council.
Barristan, who followed the king, shook his head, feeling amused by the fat king whose children were about to get married.
Arthur placed his giant hammer on the edge of the team battle arena, and then asked his servant Medan to look at it.
Although no thief can steal such a heavy weapon, having someone watching can prevent curious idlers from 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 tell the group of people to stay and cool down, but when he saw the leader, Arthur held back the words that were about to pop out of his mouth.
He couldn't let the king go aside to cool off, could he?
"Seven Gods, this should be my weapon."
I don't know why, but Robert thinks this giant hammer suits him very well.
"Now that I've seen it, it's mine."
Robert walked towards the sledgehammer, preparing to lift it and play with it.
"If you can lift it above your head, then it won't hurt to give it to the king." Arthur chuckled.
This is a grass-cutting weapon prepared by me on the battlefield. How can I let this big deer who is about to go offline take it away?
Although Robert is also the first-class warrior in Westeros and is surprisingly strong, it is still impossible to lift this giant hammer over his head.
"It's not that simple to raise it above your head!" Robert glanced at Arthur and remembered that he had dealt with a matter between him and a certain Lannister relative more than a week ago.
"If I raise it above my head, I'll treat it as a gift from you to me to uphold justice. How about that?"
"Okay, please raise the hammer, King." Arthur stretched out his hand to signal.
In ancient times, there was a Ying Dang who lifted a cauldron and died, but now there might be a Robert who lifted a hammer and died.
The onlookers were very confident in the king and cheered for Robert.
Several Kingsguards chuckled at Arthur and shook their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.
The owner of the Iron Throne took off the crown on his head and let Arthur hold it on his side. Then he bent down and grabbed the handle of the hammer and took a deep breath.
"Get up~"
Robert exerted all his strength and his face turned red.
But he could only lift the sledgehammer a hand's width from the ground.
Isn't this giant hammer really solid? The king, who felt a little embarrassed, thought to himself.
After trying to exert force again and confirming that he really couldn't lift it, Robert let go and let the hammer hit the ground hard.
The scene that the people expected of the king lifting up easily did not appear, and they only felt the vibration of the ground.
"Isn't this too exaggerated? Your Majesty can't even lift it."
"What kind of group battle is there? With this kind of sledgehammer, whoever gets hit will die?"
The knights and free warriors who were watching were talking a lot.
The Kingsguard had previously been frightened by the fact that Robert could not lift his sledgehammer.
"Could it be a real giant hammer?" Barristan stepped forward quickly, wanting to try it too.
But his performance was even worse than Robert's, only reaching half a hand off the ground.
Considering that he is already fifty years old, it is remarkable that he can still maintain this strength.
"How strong is your power?"
Robert stopped mentioning the hammer and asked after taking the crown.
“Maybe it’s number one in the entire 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 solid?"
Robert, who was about to leave, glanced coldly at the person asking, "I can't lift it up, how can I still pretend?"
The king is not yet forty years old and is in his prime. Although his astringency has caused him to lose a lot of physical strength, his explosive strength is not much worse than at his peak.
"I would like to give it a try." The man was carrying a curved bow that was as tall as him and was wearing a dirty sleeveless leather armor, revealing his exaggerated upper arm muscles.
"Come and try?" Arthur invited.
This man was not polite. Under the watchful eyes of the king, a large group of knights and the people, he walked out of the crowd, ran to the giant hammer, bent down and started to lift the hammer.
"Yeah!" His performance was much better than Robert and Barristan. He could barely lift the hammer to his chest, but he couldn't go any further.
He let go, and the hammer fell to the ground, causing a more violent vibration than before.
"What's the point of fighting in a group battle? With one hammer blow, everything will turn into meat." The man sighed with emotion.
Robert thought this was reasonable.
Cersei's suggestion not to let him participate in team battles last night suddenly made sense.
The bad mood also improved a lot.
The king walked back to the VIP table and decided to just be a spectator today.
This episode passed quickly, and Arthur also mounted the red rabbit to prepare for the earliest lance final today.
What he didn't know was that because of his stunning hammer, quite a few people gave up the idea of participating in the afternoon team battle.
The draw for the lance final was very interesting. Loras, the Knight of Flowers, faced off against the Mountain, while Arthur had to fight against the Mountain's younger brother, the Hound.
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