The school grounds of Winterfell are not too big, and in the blink of an eye Robb and the Wolf Guard were about to charge in front of the hounds.
"Stop charging!"
Robb suddenly shouted loudly, raised his left hand high, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and at the same time, his charge suddenly stopped.
After receiving his order, the Wolf Guards all stopped in their tracks. Although due to inertia, everyone took a few steps forward before they could stand still, but the overall formation was still well maintained.
This operation of the Wolf Guards made the brows in the hound's helmet jump. As a man with a well-known reputation for killing people at the age of twelve, he had personally participated in cruel wars.
Every time a battle charge occurs, the formation that initially stood in a straight line will inevitably turn into a curved wave shape as the charge proceeds, and then there will be a melee in which it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
There has never been an army in Westeros that could maintain an orderly formation from charging to stopping.
Although it seems that this kind of neat formation is of no use, it can still make him take a look.
"Everyone is present, disband!"
Robb gave the order to disband, and at the same time put the blunt training sword in his right hand back into the scabbard on his waist, and said to Joffrey in the guard group with a smile,
"Your Highness, the training of our sissy is over. What do you think?"
Joffrey, who was teased by Robb, didn't say anything, but his face turned from green to red, and veins popped out on his forehead.
"Haha, did you see it? He seemed to be scared to death!"
"He also called us sissies, and he didn't even look at himself in the mirror."
"Shh, keep it down, sissy will hear it!"
As the saying goes, 'the vassals of my vassals are not my vassals', this group of vassal heirs in the north did not give any face to the prince. When they turned around and dispersed, they loudly responded in twos and threes to Joffrey's taunt just now.
"Get away!"
How could Joffrey bear such anger? He kicked away the guard beside him and squeezed out from behind the hound.
He eagerly pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at Robb who had turned away and shouted loudly,
"I! The ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the Guardian of the Realm, the Baratheon family that rules the territory of Storm's End, the eldest son of Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon.
Here! Challenge Robb Stark, the eldest son of the Stark family who rules the North, to a duel!"
With Joffrey's invitation to a duel, everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button, and the entire school fell into silence.
Robb put away his smile, turned to him and asked: "Are you serious about challenging me to a duel?"
"Of course I'm kidding!"
Cersei walked in from the school gate with James and the accompanying guards, smiled and said loudly,
"If you kids want to learn swordsmanship, just do it. Don't engage in duels. Duels are very sacred!"
Understatedly turning the duel into a swordsmanship contest, Cersei walked up to Joffrey and turned her back to Robb to straighten his clothes, which were a little messy due to excitement.
"Yesterday, I heard that you were going to ask Robb for sword skills, so why not do it now?
Do you think that’s okay? My son!”
Seeing Cersei's frosty expression, Joffrey suppressed the anger in his heart, nodded obediently and replied: "Yes, mother."
Cersei turned her head, her expression changed to a spring breeze again, she smiled and said to Robb,
"Young Wolf Master, please don't beat my son too hard!
Well, I won't disturb your interest."
After saying that, she led James and his group towards the direction of the main castle.
How could Cersei trust her son? When they reached the edge of the school field, she and Jaime turned around to observe how the situation would develop.
Since Cersei's words meant this, of course Robb could only compete with Joffrey in swordsmanship.
In fact, he really wanted to take advantage of the duel and "accidentally miss" to deal with this Emperor Joffrey.
However, some people are born to seek death!
After Cersei's interruption, Joffrey's mood gradually returned to normal.
Thinking about the sword fights with the knights in King's Landing, there was never an enemy under the sword.
Then he shouted, no need to practice blunt swords, but use his own real swords to spar.
"I'm going to stop them!"
Jaime frowned on the edge of the school field and was about to step forward to stop the farce, but Cersei reached out and grabbed his elbow.
"No! Let them spar with real swords."
Cersei's green eyes were wandering, and she didn't know where she was looking, but the corners of her red mouth turned up into a smile and she spoke to stop her.
"Are you crazy? It's not like you don't know that when Joffrey competes with swords, his opponents always give in. Our son doesn't know how to sword at all, how could he beat that wolf cub?
Use a real sword! What if the wolf cub ‘accidentally misses’ it?”
When James heard this, he quickly glanced left and right to make sure that the surrounding guards couldn't hear him, then he leaned close to Cersei and whispered quickly.
"Yes! It would be great if Joffrey's swordsmanship talent was as good as yours, but it's a pity..."
Looking at James' handsome and anxious face, Cersei subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch him, but remembering the current environment, she stopped abruptly and continued,
"It's because he has no swordsmanship that I believe it's impossible for the wolf cub to hurt him.
In fact, I would be happier if he accidentally hurt Joffrey on purpose.
Look over there..."
After listening to Cersei's words, Jaime followed her eyes and looked up.
I saw Robert and Ed leading a group of subordinate servants on the wooden corridor on the second floor of the main castle, patrolling here.
They had obviously been attracted by the situation on the school grounds and were watching from top to bottom with great interest.
"In the past, in order to slay the dragon, the stag and the wolf became friends who could trust each other in life and death.
But not only will the next generation not become good friends, they may also become enemies because of this. Isn’t this what we want to see?”
Cersei's words successfully persuaded Jaime.
However, he had no intention of watching from a distance on the edge of the school grounds. Instead, he placed his right hand lightly on the hilt of his sword, tapping his index finger, and slowly walked towards Robb and Joffrey.
In the middle of the school grounds, the Wolf Guard and Joffrey's guards formed a circle, with Robb and his two men in the center.
The long sword with a golden lion's head as the hilt in Joffrey's hand has been unsheathed, while Robb is still holding the training sword.
He insisted on not using a real sword because he was really afraid that he would kill Joffrey accidentally.
Joffrey saw that Robb was full of flaws and was holding a blunt sword, so he boldly attacked first.
He directly held the sword with both hands and put it on his right waist, and rushed towards Robb. When he rushed in front of Robb, he used both hands to push the sword forward, and made a beautiful straight thrust.
Although the force and speed of this straight thrust were far from enough, the posture was standard and beautiful, and it was obvious that he had practiced it.
Joffrey wanted to see blood in his heart, so he used all his strength with this sword without reservation.
Robb moved slightly to the right, stepped aside a little, and easily avoided Joffrey's beautiful thrust.
At the same time, a swift and fierce slash with the sword hit Joffrey's golden lion sword accurately.
Well, before he swung this sword, Robb's mind was filled with the Iai beheading scene in the Blue Star movie "Spring Sword" in his previous life.
clang!!!
There was a sound of metal clashing, although Robb's blunt sword failed to cut through Joffrey's golden lion sword.
But the long sword in his hand was knocked to the ground in an instant, and at the same time, the powerful slashing force caused Joffrey to fall to the dirt ground of the school ground on the spot.
"Pfft, the prince eats shit!"
"Haha, 'King's Landing City Swordsman', I thought he was so awesome! What a scary nickname."
"Shh, keep your voice down, the sword master will hear it!"
Laughter first burst out from the onlookers of the Wolf Guard, followed by what they thought were quiet words of ridicule.
Joffrey, whose face was covered with dirt, stood up with a red face. He didn't even pick up his golden lion sword. He glared at Robb with resentment in his eyes, turned around and ran out of the school grounds.
The hunting dog picked up his sword and followed him silently.