At the insistence of General Manager 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.
If you give orders rashly, things will get worse.
Led by several He'an soldiers who were familiar with the terrain and wild boar herds, nearly thirty soldiers set off towards their destination.
Harrenhal is indeed the largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms. It is still in a stone building even though it has come a long way.
The surroundings were quite quiet, with the noise of more than 20 people's leather boots hitting the road being the main source of sound.
Because no one walked around and there was not enough sunlight, the road was covered with moss and unknown weeds.
This creates a certain degree of difficulty for them because they are prone to slipping.
"It should be right ahead, everyone, be careful." He'an soldiers reminded in a low voice.
"Let me take the lead. I am strong and can withstand the impact of the wild boar." Arthur suggested.
His weapon is still the sledgehammer captured from Santaga, which is perfect for dealing with wild boars that have thick skin and high defense.
"You'd better stay back a little, it won't be good if you get hurt." Richard, the manager, said enthusiastically.
Patrick also agreed with Richard, "Just don't think that your pretty face is effective on wild boars."
Desmond knew Arthur's strength, so he ignored the two men's words and said to Arthur: "I also think it's good for you to take the lead."
So Bracken walked to the front.
Behind him, Richard was saying uneasily: "Is he reliable? What if he is knocked over by a wild boar?"
Patrick was also worried about his new friends, "You'd better stop showing off and let the strong soldiers go in front."
"Why don't you have any confidence in me?" Arthur turned back to refute them.
After all, he is a man who can wield a sledgehammer. Judging from the hammer in his hand, they shouldn't look down on him so much.
Just then, a chirping sound came, and then the ground began to shake.
"Be careful!" someone warned.
"Arthur, get out of the way."
"Aim, shoot, shoot the boar's head."
"Lean against the wall and stay in line."
All kinds of shouts could be heard.
Arthur turned around and saw a strong and scary black pig rushing towards him at great speed.
The long fangs flashed with white light. Judging from its momentum and listening to its movements, it seemed that it could knock any ordinary person into two pieces.
But unfortunately, Arthur is not an ordinary person.
He hid against the wall, then saw the right moment, exerted all his strength, raised the sledgehammer and hit it hard, hitting the pig's head hard.
Before the soldiers behind him could shoot their arrows, they saw the wild boar that had been sliding for several meters and fell down.
Patrick boldly walked towards the fallen wild boar. When he saw the miserable state of the poor animal's head, he suddenly took a breath.
A large piece of the boar's head has been dented, and the white brain matter and dark red blood are mixed together and slowly flowing out.
The pig's trotters and body were still twitching, and it looked like it was still alive.
"Arthur, is your power given by God? How come it is so ridiculously great?" Patrick looked at Arthur with admiration.
Handsome and powerful, he is a perfect friend.
The manager, Richard, was also frightened when the wild boar rushed over, but at this time he pretended to have expected such a scene: "I knew that with Mr. Arthur here, the wild boar could only be injured."
Desmond was very calm. He had seen the scene where Arthur beat a man to death with a hammer, and he didn't have any trouble about it.
"Alright, those who have not loaded arrows should load them, and the rest should be alert. We will move forward after a short rest."
Unfortunately, the plans of the coach of Riverrun were ruthlessly shattered by reality.
The remaining wild boars appeared together at the intersection ahead. After more than thirty pairs of human eyes and pig eyes on both sides stared at each other for a while, the wild boar group launched a revenge for their dead companions.
"Run to the back corner." Arthur reacted the fastest.
Because only in this way can we avoid the pigs' sprint and then launch a counterattack.
Although the people behind him did not have such awareness, they did what Arthur wanted:
Turn around and run.
Arthur now somewhat understood why less than ten wild boars could roam Harrenhal.
Just three big wild boars, covered in hardened mud, with big white teeth sticking out, rushing towards each other along a straight road, making anyone who saw them want to run away.
Is it possible to stay where they are and let them kill them?
Fortunately, the turning point was not far away, and everyone rushed to the back and hurriedly raised the winches and crossbows in their hands.
After the wild boars in the first row made a few marks with their hooves to stop them, they were greeted by nearly twenty crossbow arrows.
Shooting at such a close range was incredibly effective at breaking through defenses. It was obvious that these three wild boars would not survive.
The remaining five wild boars are not easy to deal with.
Because the cocking time of the rocker winch crossbow was too long, by the time the soldiers fired the first arrow, the wild boar behind them had already turned the corner.
Arthur swung his sledgehammer and killed the wild boar closest to him, but the remaining four had already charged again.
In a moment, seven or eight soldiers had been rushed to them. Although the remaining soldiers also picked up their swords and started slashing, it was obvious that the effect of breaking through the defense was not very good.
It only left a few bleeding wounds on the wild boar's body, but did not incapacitate them.
The wild boars retreated to the corner, preparing to charge again.
Seeing this, Arthur hurriedly picked up the sledgehammer and started doing it.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, Arthur killed three wild boars with one hammer blow.
After being hit by the last wild boar, Hammer God broke its spine and ended its life.
"You are so brave." Richard, the manager, put on a flattering look.
Patrick was just about to praise Arthur when he suddenly thought of the pumpkin hammer. He suddenly realized that what he and Desmond were telling the truth was true. He couldn't help but gasped again:
"Such innate divine power, I didn't even notice it."
Arthur didn't care about their flattery, turned around and gave the last wild boar a blow.
After the battle, Prince Oberon, the red viper, learned a lesson with his life, and he will definitely not forget it.
[Mission: Help Harrenhal eliminate the wild boar herd and complete it, experience will be increased by 500, and the favorability of the Harrenhal family will be increased by 5]
After everyone tidied up, they returned to the residential area.
In the view of Westeros nobles, wild boar is easy to get sick after eating, so it is not a good food.
Besides, Harrenhal's food supply is very stable, so there's no need to eat this kind of meat.
Judging from the knowledge of Arthur's modern soul, the nobles did the right thing. There were too many bacteria, viruses and parasites in the pigs, and it was really not good to eat them.
"I want to reward Sir Arthur for killing six wild boars without caring about his own life." Mrs. He'an said this after knowing that they had eliminated the scourge and that Arthur had done a great job.
"I suggest you give Mr. Arthur a big sword. That sledgehammer doesn't match his handsome image very well." Richard suggested.
Arthur didn't know what Harrenhal's gift of thanks was, but he still looked forward to it.
After all, although Harrenhal is a bit in decline 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 Shuo Yue."
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