MTL - Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King-Chapter 214 hunting party

  Chapter 214 Hunting Meeting

  The morning sun is warm and warm, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor of the room through the windows covered with vines.

  Samwell put on [Time], felt the icy breath emanating from the bronze armor, and his excited mood gradually calmed down.

  Cleopatra didn't seem to like this armor, and every time Samwell put it on, the white dragon didn't want to rest on his shoulders.

   Hovering in midair for several weeks, Cleopatra finally landed on top of her master.

  Samwell ignored it, put 【Dawn】on his back, and tucked the helmet under his arm, and went out with the white dragon on his back.

"Good morning, Sam." Margaery just walked to the door and greeted with a sweet smile, but when she saw the white dragon on the man's head, she burst out laughing, "Good morning, Cleo Patra."

The Duke's daughter is wearing a white velvet shirt today, with a delicate brown leather armor on the outside, and a blue knee-high pleated skirt on her lower body. Her brown curly hair is tied with a headband studded with diamonds, and a pair of pearls and round jade- The long suede crocodile leather boots on her moist legs look heroic.

   "Good morning, Miss Margery." Samwell stepped forward, wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, and kissed her good morning.

  Bailong was also familiar with Margaery, imitating his master, touching the tip of her nose with a triangular head.

   "Let's go, let's go to the hunting party." Margaery said, holding Samwell's arm.

  The two walked along the winding corridor, with golden roses in full bloom on both sides, and the cool autumn wind gently blowing, spreading the elegant fragrance of flowers.

   Turning around an artificial fountain, Samwell saw the eldest son of the Duke of Highgarden, Vilas Tyrell, sitting there alone, holding a book in his hand.

  Margaery stopped in her tracks and asked, "Brother? Aren't you going to participate in today's hunting meeting?"

  Although Vilas had a broken leg, riding a horse was no problem, but a special saddle was needed, and Margery knew that her brother liked to tame falcons, hunting dogs, and horses, and then took them to hunt.

   "I'm not going." Vilas smiled gently and raised the book in his hand, "I'm reading an interesting piece of history."

   "Which period of history?" Margaret asked curiously.

"A piece of history about 'Greybeard' Garth Gardener." Vilas said slowly, "During the reign of the King of the Reach, the vassals were divided into two factions due to disputes over the heir, and the Reach fell into internal strife. There was blood everywhere, just as the Dornishmen invaded, Oldtown was stormed, Highgarden was sacked, and the King of the Reach had his throat slit."

  Margaery remained silent.

  Of course she understood her brother's hint.

  Samwell smiled slightly and said:

   "What's the point of dwelling on the past. Those are dead histories, Sir Vilas, why don't you come and create a living history together."

   "I prefer dead history." Vilas stared into Samwell's eyes, "Dead history is written in ink, while living history is written in blood."

   "There will be no bloodshed today." Margaery looked at the baron beside her, "Right? Sam?"

   Before Samwell could speak, Vilas said: "Don't be silly, little girl, how can hunting be bloodless."

   "There are many ways to hunt." Sam Will said, "It doesn't necessarily mean bloodshed."

   As he spoke, he looked at the girl beside him, as if making a promise: "Not today."

  Margaret suddenly burst into a sweet smile.

  Vilas looked at his younger sister, sighed secretly, and said:

   "Then, happy hunting."

  Samwell smiled back and left with Margaery.

  Vilas watched the two leave with complicated eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

   After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt someone approaching. When he turned his head, he saw that Mrs. Olenna had come to him at some point.

   "Good morning, Grandma."

   "Morning, Vilas. What are you looking at?"

   "The Tale of Garth Gardener X."

"That stupid 'greybeard'." Mrs. Olenna curled her lips, "I remember he had two daughters, but he married one to the Manderly family and the other to the Peake family, so he died very No injustice. Fortunately, your father has only one daughter."

  Vilas looked at his grandmother thoughtfully, and asked:

   "Aren't you going to the hunting party today?"

   "Not going."

  Villas nodded, understanding the grandmother's plan.

   House Tyrell has only one daughter, and Lady Olenna has already made her choice.

   "I'm not worried about the present." Mrs. Olenna said again, "I'm worried about the future."

Vilas understood what Grandma meant: "Are you worried that I won't be able to suppress this eagle? Don't worry, Grandma, I have domesticated two falcons and am familiar with their habits. Even if you are rebellious, as long as you have enough Patience, experience and wisdom will bring them to their knees."

  Mrs. Olenna sighed:

   "He is not an eagle, he is a dragon."

  Villas choked for a moment.

  He can't tame a dragon.

  …

  The wind made the flags flutter.

  In the hunting camp, the elegant nobles took off their silk dresses, put on steel armors, picked up spears, bows and arrows, and in the blink of an eye, they became powerful knights.

  In Westeros, hunting events have the nature of military exercises.

  Noble lords are keen on hunting, not only to obtain delicious game and animal fur, but also to cultivate combat awareness and exercise tactical coordination.

  Hunting and war are actually very similar.

   Scouting is the first step.

  With the help of hounds and falcons, the nobles must search for the traces of their prey and find their hiding places.

  After finding the prey, it is necessary to pass the information to the companions, carry out a clear division of labor, and start hunting.

   Different tactics must be adopted for different prey.

   Lure, encircle, drive, chase...

  A hunt is a small war.

   "Whoosh!"

  The arrow shot out and sank into the grass, bringing out a smear of blood.

   "Hit it! Hit it!" Margaret clapped her hands on the horse and cheered.

   Attendant Noah Rowan rushed out immediately and brought back the hare that Samwell had shot.

   "Finally hit it." Samwell put away his bow and arrow, but his face was a little embarrassed.

   After all, it took five arrows to hit a hare, which is nothing to be proud of.

  No way, the original owner hadn't practiced archery much, and although his attribute panel can increase strength and agility, it really doesn't help much with the accuracy of archery.

  Samwell was not overly entangled, the hunt had just begun, and the hare was not considered a heavyweight prey.

  Cleopatra disliked the speed of her master and decided to go hunting by herself, but she didn't know where she flew.

   Several people continued to move forward on the grass, and it didn't take long before they heard a horn.

   "Someone found the big guy!" Margaery exclaimed excitedly.

"Walk!"

  Samwell took the lead and drove towards the direction of the horn sound, and soon heard a series of barking dogs.

  Crossing a small hill, the forest gradually became dense, and Samwell also saw the flowered fox flag of Bright Water City.

   At the same time, they also saw the prey they found-seven wild boars.

  Wild boars are considered to be one of the most dangerous animals that can be encountered in hunting. They have rough skin, thick flesh, infinite strength, sharp and terrifying teeth, and often form small groups with female wild boars as the main body, which is difficult to deal with.

   After discovering the group of wild boars, Aleken Florent did not act rashly, but blew the horn to call for his companions.

  The hooves of the horses gradually became denser, and teams of knights and attendants came from all over the place. Not long after, more than 50 knights gathered around the group of wild boars.

  The flags representing each family are fluttering in the air, and the neighing of war horses and the roaring of hounds interweave the movement of hunting.

  Samwell let Margaery stay outside the encirclement, and leaned forward with a spear.

  This kind of wild boar herd gathered together is very dangerous, and it will cause casualties if you are not careful, so they must be differentiated first.

  The prey was discovered by Sir Alleken, so he became the interim commander of the hunt.

The eldest son of Liangshui City is very experienced. First, let the knights gallop around and attack with bows and arrows. Although the wild boars have rough skin and thick flesh, this kind of attack will not cause much damage, but it can wear down the patience of the wild boars and irritate them. .

  Wait until the wild boars start to get restless, the hounds confronting them will start to provoke, luring the wild boars to leave the herd so that the knights can hunt alone.

  When the first angry wild boar rushed out chasing the hounds, the surrounding knights suddenly became excited.

  Cheers, shouts, and curses rang out.

  Saw the wild boar rushing in his direction, Samwell was not afraid at all, he adjusted the horse's head lightly to avoid the wild boar's collision, and then stabbed the spear.

  The wild boar's skin is extremely thick, and it is covered with hard mud shells and pine resin. It is extremely difficult to kill with one blow, and it is not easy to pierce its defense.

   Fortunately, Samwell was strong enough, and the spear was inserted deep into the wild boar's back, splashing a flower of blood.

   But it didn't die, it was still rushing forward.

  The subsequent knights shot one after another, until more than a dozen spears were stabbed into the wild boar's back before it fell to the ground.

   But even so, the wild boar was still alive, struggling tenaciously in the pool of blood, howling harshly.

  At this time, Sir Alleken rode over and pierced a long spear through the eye socket of the wild boar's head, finally making it stop howling.

   However, the hunt is not over yet.

  Next, the knights used the same method to enrage each wild boar, lure them out separately, and kill them one by one.

   During this process, thirteen hounds were sacrificed, and two knights were knocked off their horses, but fortunately there were no casualties.

   It can be regarded as a fairly successful hunt.

  Samwell was about to go to congratulate his uncle, when he saw a slightly rich middle-aged knight coming to him, took off his helmet, smiled, and said:

   "You are the Baron Caesar of Yingzui Island, right? You are very skilled."

   "Thank you for your compliment." Samwell looked at the three Castle Black coat of arms on the opponent's armor, and knew it was a member of the Peak family. He was about to ask his identity when he heard his uncle's voice behind him.

   "Sam, this is Earl Titus Peake."

  (end of this chapter)