Chapter 214 Hunting Party

The morning sun was warm and gentle, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor of the room through the vine-covered windows.

Samwell put on [Time] and felt the cold breath coming from the bronze armor, and his excitement gradually returned to calm.

Cleopatra seemed to dislike this armor. Every time Samwell put it on, the white dragon refused to rest on his shoulders.

After hovering in the air for several weeks, Cleopatra finally landed on top of her master.

Samwell ignored it, carried [Dawn] behind his back, put the helmet under his arm, and headed out the door with the white dragon in his arms.

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

Patra.”

Today, the Duke's daughter is wearing a white velvet shirt, exquisite brown leather armor, and a blue knee-length pleated skirt. Her brown curly hair is tied with a diamond-studded headband, and she has a pair of round jade-

Wearing long suede crocodile leather boots on her smooth and beautiful legs, she looks heroic.

"Good morning, Miss Margaery." Samwell stepped forward, put his arms around the girl's waist, and gave her a good morning kiss.

Bailong also became familiar with Margaery, imitating his master's example, and touched the tip of her nose with his triangular head.

"Let's go to the hunting party." Margaery took Samwell's arm and said.

However, the hunt is not over yet.

Samwell smiled slightly and said:

"What's the point of dwelling on the past? Those are dead histories, Sir Willas, why don't we create living history together."

He can't tame the dragon.

A few people continued walking on the grass, and soon they heard the sound of a horn.

For different prey, different tactics must be adopted.

But even so, the wild boar still didn't die, and was still struggling tenaciously in the pool of blood, making an ear-piercing howl.

"There are many ways to hunt," Samwell said, "and it doesn't necessarily involve bloodshed."

It can be considered a quite successful hunt.

The sound of horse hooves gradually became more intense, and groups of knights and their attendants came from all over the place. Before long, more than fifty knights gathered around the group of wild boars.

When the wild boars become agitated, the hunting dogs confronting them will begin to provoke, luring the wild boars away from the group so that the knights can hunt them alone.

After all, it took five arrows to hit a hare, which is really not something to be proud of.

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

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Margaery was silent.

Lure, surround, drive, chase...

"A piece of history about 'Greybeard' Garth Gardener." Vilas said slowly, "During the reign of this King of the Reach, disputes over heirs caused the vassals to split into two factions, and the Reach fell into internal strife.

There was blood everywhere, and just then the Dornishmen invaded, Oldtown was breached, Highgarden was sacked, and the King of the Reach had his throat cut and died."

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

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt someone approaching. When he turned around, he saw Mrs. Olenna coming to him at some point.

Vilas nodded, understanding his grandmother's plan.

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

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

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

"That stupid Greybeard." Lady Olenna pouted, "I remember that he had two daughters, but he married one to the Manderly family and the other to the Peake family, so he had to die.

Not unfair. Fortunately, your father only has one daughter."

"Good morning, Vilas. What are you looking at?"

The skin of a wild boar is extremely thick and covered with hard mud shells and rosin, making it extremely difficult to kill with a single blow. Even piercing its defense is not an easy task.

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

Investigation is the first step.

"The Story of Garth Gardener X."

Samwell took the lead and drove towards the direction where the horn sounded, and soon heard a series of dog barks.

At this time, Sir Aleken rode over and pierced the wild boar's head with a spear from its eye socket, finally making it stop wailing.

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

Hunting and war are actually very similar.

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

A hunt is a small war.

Lady Olenna sighed:

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

After discovering the group of wild boars, Alecian Florent did not act rashly. Instead, he blew his horn and called for his companions.

Fortunately, Samwell was strong enough, and the spear penetrated deeply into the wild boar's back, causing a splash of blood.

The squire Noah Rowan immediately rushed out and brought back the hare that Samwell shot.

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

Flags representing each family fluttered in the air, and the neighing of war horses and the roar of hunting dogs intertwined with the music of the hunt.

Although Vilas had a broken leg, there was no problem in riding a horse, it just required a special saddle, and Margery knew that her brother liked to tame falcons, hunting dogs and horses, and then take them hunting.

In the process, thirteen hunting dogs were sacrificed, and two knights were knocked off their horses, but fortunately there were no casualties.

Vera suddenly suffocated.

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

When Samwell saw the wild boar charging towards him, he was not afraid at all. He gently turned his horse's head to avoid the wild boar's collision, and then stabbed it with his spear.

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

"So, happy hunting."

After crossing a small hill, the trees gradually became denser, and Samwell also saw the flowery fox flag of Brightwater City.

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

"Good morning, grandma."

Villas understood what his grandmother meant: "Are you worried that I can't suppress this eagle? Don't worry, grandma, I have tamed two falcons and am familiar with their habits. Even if you are unruly, as long as you have enough

Patience, experience and wisdom can bring them to their knees."

Wild boars are one of the most dangerous animals you can encounter during hunting. They have rough skin and thick flesh, are extremely powerful, and have sharp and terrifying teeth. They often form small groups with female wild boars as the main body, making them difficult to deal with.

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

"Whoosh!"

"I hit it! I hit it!" Margaery clapped her hands on the horse and cheered.

There were cheers, shouts, and curses.

Of course she understood her brother's hint.

The eldest son of Liangshui City was very experienced. He first asked the knights to run around the outside and launch an attack with bows and arrows. Although the wild boars had rough skin and thick flesh, this attack would not cause much damage, but it could wear down the wild boars' patience and anger them.

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

The subsequent knights took action one after another until more than a dozen spears were pierced into the back of the wild boar before it fell to the ground.

Samwell asked Margaery to stay outside the encirclement, and he moved closer with his spear.

The wind blew the flags one after another.

The noble lords were keen on hunting, not only to obtain delicious game and animal furs, but also to cultivate combat awareness and practice tactical coordination.

Villas looked at his grandmother thoughtfully and asked:

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

"Walk!"

"Someone has discovered the big guy!" Margery shouted excitedly.

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

Before Samwell could speak, Vilas said: "Don't be stupid, little sister, how can you hunt without bleeding?"
To be continued...