Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

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

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

Cleopatra didn't seem to like the armor, and the white dragon refused to rest on Samwell's shoulders every time he put it on.

Hovering in mid-air for weeks, Cleopatra finally landed on top of her master.

Samwell didn't care about it, put "Dawn" on his back, put the helmet under his arm, and walked out the door 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, following his master's example, he touched the tip of her nose with his 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 Lord Highgarden's eldest son 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?" Margaery 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 was 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." Samwell said, "It doesn't necessarily mean bloodshed."

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

Margaret immediately burst into a sweet smile.

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

"Then, I wish you a 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, turned around, and 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 only has one daughter."

Vilas looked at his grandmother thoughtfully, and asked:

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

"No."

Vilas nodded, understanding her grandmother's plan.

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

"I'm not worried about the present." Madam 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."

Madame Olenna sighed:

"He's not an eagle, he's a dragon."

Veras choked for a moment.

He can't tame a dragon.

...

The wind blew the flags fluttering.

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 one after another.

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 cooperation.

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.

For different prey, different tactics must be adopted.

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.

The 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 didn't practice archery much, and although his attribute panel can increase strength and agility, it really doesn't help much with the accuracy of archery.

Samwell wasn't overly entangled, the hunt had just begun, and the hare wasn't 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.

A few 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.

After 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 sound of horseshoes gradually became denser, and teams of knights and attendants came from all over the place. It didn't take long for more than 50 knights to gather around the group of wild boars.

The flags representing the various families fluttered in the air, and the neighing of war horses and the roaring of hounds interweaved the movement of hunting.

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

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

It was Sir Allerken who had discovered the prey, and so he became 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. .

When the wild boars became restless, the confronting hounds would start to provoke them, luring the wild boars out of the herd so that the knights could hunt them alone.

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

Cheers, shouts, and cursing rang out.

When Samwell saw the wild boar rushing towards him, he was not afraid at all. He deftly adjusted the horse's head to avoid the wild boar's impact, and then stabbed the spear.

The wild boar's skin is extremely thick, and it is covered with hard mud shells and turpentine. 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 following 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 Allerken 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 express his congratulations to his uncle, when he saw a slightly rich middle-aged knight approaching 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."