Dominate the Game of Thrones with Mount and Blade

Chapter 44: Mrs. Hean's Thank-You Gift

Under the insistence of the steward Richard, Desmond reluctantly became the commander.

Arthur had no objection, anyway, he was not a good commander, and the original owner had not received relevant education.

Rash command would only ruin things.

Under the leadership of several Hean soldiers who were familiar with the terrain and the situation of the wild boars, nearly 30 soldiers set out and headed towards their destination.

Harrenhal is worthy of being the largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms. After walking a long way, it is still inside the stone building.

The surroundings are quite quiet, and the sound of more than 20 people's leather boots colliding with the road surface is the main source of sound.

The road surface is covered with moss and unknown weeds because no one is walking and the sunlight is not very sufficient.

This caused them a certain difficulty because it is easy to slip.

"It should be in front, everyone be careful." The Hean soldier reminded in a low voice.

"I'll lead the way. I'm strong and can withstand the impact of the wild boar." Arthur suggested.

His weapon was still the sledgehammer seized from Santaga, which was just right for dealing with wild boars with thick skin and high defense.

"You'd better step back a little. It's not good to get hurt." Butler Richard said enthusiastically.

Patrick also agreed with Richard, "That's right, don't think your pretty face will work on wild boars."

Desmond knew Arthur's strength, ignored the two men, and said to Arthur: "I also think you should lead the way."

So Bracken walked to the front.

Behind him, Richard was anxiously saying: "Is he reliable? What if he is knocked over by a wild boar?"

Patrick was also worried about his new friend, "You'd better not show off, let the strong soldiers go in front."

"Why don't you have any confidence in me?" Arthur turned around and refuted them.

He was a man who could wield a sledgehammer after all. Just look at the hammer in his hand, they shouldn't look down on him so much.

At this moment, a hissing sound came, and then the ground began to shake.

"Be careful!" Someone reminded.

"Arthur, get out of the way."

"Aim, shoot, shoot the boar's head."

"Stay against the wall and keep in line."

Various shouts were heard.

Arthur looked back and found a frighteningly strong black boar rushing towards him at high speed.

The long fangs flashed white light, and it seemed that it could knock any ordinary person into two.

But unfortunately, Arthur was not an ordinary person.

He hid by the wall, then seized the opportunity, exerted all his strength, raised the sledgehammer and smashed it hard, hitting the pig's head hard.

Before the soldiers behind had time to shoot arrows, they saw the wild boar that slid a few meters by inertia and fell down.

Patrick walked boldly towards the fallen wild boar, and when he saw the miserable state of the poor animal's head, he immediately sucked in a mouthful of cold noodles.

The wild boar's head had been sunken, and the white brain matter and dark red blood were mixed together and slowly flowed out.

The pig's trotters and body were still twitching, and it looked like it was not dead yet.

"Arthur, is your strength given by God? How can it be so outrageous?" Patrick looked at Arthur with admiration.

He was handsome and powerful, and was really a perfect friend.

Butler Richard was also frightened when the wild boar rushed over, but at this time he pretended to have expected such a scene: "I knew Mr. Arthur was here, so it could only be the wild boar that was injured."

Desmond was very calm. He had seen Arthur kill a man with a hammer, and he was not at all surprised by this.

"Okay, those who haven't loaded arrows, load them, and the rest of you should be alert. We will rest for a while before moving forward."

Unfortunately, the plan of the Riverrun coach was ruthlessly shattered by reality.

The remaining wild boars appeared together at the intersection in front. After more than 30 pairs of human eyes and pig eyes stared at each other for a while, the wild boars launched revenge for their dead companions.

"Run to the back turn." Arthur reacted the fastest.

Because only in this way can we avoid the pigs' charge and then launch a counterattack.

Although the people behind him did not have such awareness, they also did what Arthur wanted:

Turn around and run.

Arthur now understands why less than ten wild boars can run rampant in Harrenhal.

There are only three big wild boars, covered with hardened mud, with big white teeth, and pigs rushing along the straight road next to each other. Anyone who sees them wants to run.

Is it possible to stay where they are and let them hurt half to death?

Fortunately, the turning point is not far away. After everyone ran to the back in a mess, they hurriedly raised the capstan crossbows in their hands.

When the first row of wild boars scratched a few marks with their hooves to stop them, they were greeted by nearly twenty crossbow arrows.

Shooting at such a close distance, the effect of breaking the defense is ridiculously good. These three wild boars are obviously not going to survive.

The remaining five wild boars are not easy to deal with.

Because the rocker capstan crossbow takes too long to load arrows, by the time the soldiers fired the first arrow, the wild boars behind had already turned the corner.

Arthur swung his sledgehammer to kill the wild boar closest to him, but the remaining four had already rushed again.

For a moment, seven or eight soldiers had been rushed over, and although the rest also picked up swords and chopped, it was obvious that the defense-breaking effect was not very good.

Only a few bleeding cuts were left on the wild boars, and they did not lose their ability to move.

The wild boars retreated to the corner of the wall, ready to charge again.

Seeing this, Arthur hurriedly swung his sledgehammer and started.

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, Arthur killed three wild boars one by one with a hammer.

After being hit by the last wild boar, the hammer god broke its spine and ended its life.

"You are so brave." Butler Richard changed his expression to flattering.

Patrick was about to praise Arthur, but suddenly thought of the pumpkin hammer and realized that what he and Desmond said was true. He couldn't help but take another sip of cold noodles:

"I didn't even see that he was born with such divine power."

Arthur ignored their flattery and turned around to give the last wild boar a hammer.

After the battle, Prince Oberyn, the red viper, would never forget the lesson he learned with his life.

[Task: Help Harrenhal eliminate the wild boars, experience plus 500, Harrenhal family favorability plus 5]

After everyone packed up, they returned to the residential area.

In the minds of Westeros nobles, wild boar meat is easy to get sick, so it is not a good ingredient.

Besides, the food supply in Harrenhal is very stable, so there is no need to eat this kind of meat.

According to Arthur's modern soul knowledge, the nobles did the right thing. There are too many bacteria, viruses and parasites on pigs, so it is not good to eat them.

"I want to reward Sir Arthur for killing six wild boars so desperately." After knowing that they had eliminated the scourge and Arthur had made great efforts, Mrs. He An said so.

"I suggest you give Mr. Arthur a big sword. The big hammer doesn't match his handsome image very well." Richard suggested.

Arthur didn't know what the thank-you gift from Harrenhal was, but he still looked forward to it.

After all, although Harrenhal is a little declining now, it is still a wealthy noble, and there are many good things in the family treasury.

Mrs. He An thought for a while, "Go and get the new moon."

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