The hunting team set off at dawn. Before leaving, his father wanted him to add a dish www.biquge.info of wild venison or charcoal-grilled bear's hooves to today's dinner, and Horn, the leader of the team, agreed.

As he wished, the real leader of the team this time was actually his father's own soldiers, his archery teacher Aiden, accompanied by a carefully selected twenty guards, just in case, Aunt Mira and Lord Mullen sent ten more knights to them, plus Sonny and Mira, a team of nearly fifty people walked out of the northern city and headed for the outskirts of the forest to the north.

Horn rode his black war horse as always, not caring for the fact that there was also a lady in the team, and Aiden naturally followed, protecting the comfort of the young city lord, as well as the twenty guards. Not to be outdone, the young and vigorous Sonny certainly did not give in, but the Assyrians seem to have been born with no good horseback riding. "Slow down, be careful if you fall off your horse and break your leg or neck, and by then Aunt Mira will have to turn me into a frog, for climbing trees is your Assyrian specialty!" said Sonny as they passed through the gates, before Horn shook the reins.

The wind blew away everything, including the hustle and bustle of the northern city, and completely broke the tranquility of the wilderness. Whenever the wind whistled in his ears, Horn always felt that he had become a world-famous knight and lord like his father, galloping on the battlefield, and the bloody and refreshing feeling of cutting off the heads of his enemies came to his mind, and this kind of fantasy that only men had appeared in his dreams more than once.

"Horn, slow down!"

The wind also threw the words of the archery teacher into the distance, and he heard nothing, and even if he did, he should not have heard it. He liked to gallop so freely, as if he were one with the horse under his crotch, and the hooves splashing with mud flowers were one with the field, and he always thought that he was born to belong to the horse.

When he was four years old, his equestrian teacher, Uncle Mike, said: "Boy, you have proud Angoran blood in your veins, and you are born on horseback." He pulled him on his horse. It was the first time he had been in the saddle, and his father had made a special effort to break away from his mother that day. Lower your body, listen to the wind, and lo and behold, it's talking to you. Uncle Mike said in his ear. At just four years old, he wasn't scared at all. Hurry, hurry, I'm going to hurry. He told his uncle. Then he heard his uncle shake the reins and kick the spikes of his stirrup into the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch tore the wind at the rising sun in the east, just as he did today.

"I can't catch up with you anymore, my lord. Aiden, his father's own soldier, said breathlessly as he caught up with him. They ascended a gentle ridge, just as the morning sun was just beginning.

Horn looked behind him, except for Aiden and a dozen guards, Sonny and Sulla, as well as the twenty knights who were responsible for protecting them, were long gone. "It's over, just wait for them here. He rolled over and dismounted, stretched, and looked at his archery teacher with a smile. "Sonny's riding skills haven't improved at all, and his riding teacher is Uncle Mike. ”

"You have noble Angolan blood in your veins. Aiden spun and dismounted, the Sombra longbow on his back glowing mysteriously in the morning sun. "If you were born on the First Continent, you know how happy it is to be born Angola. They are a people on horseback and the only place on the First Continent that is not hereditary lords. There, there is no power struggle, no natural slavery, they live on the grassland, they live by grazing, and they are always free. ”

Horn's chestnut hair danced softly in the north wind. "May the god Namu bless his father and bless the Union Army. ”

"May the god Namu bless. The soldiers looked at the way they had come and muttered to themselves.

Sula arrives before Sonny, and the two laugh at Sonny's lame riding skills, which the latter dismisses as they are about to enter the forest. "When you get into the woods, you won't be smiling so much. The Assyrian prince told the two men who were laughing until they were leaning back and forth.

In reality, as Sonny said, even though Horn had been to this forest countless times, he still couldn't tell the north, south, south, and west. Sura was disappointed for a long time by the fact that there were thick trees that were hundreds of years old, the smallest of which was a man of arms, and among them were oak trees with dense foliage enough to shade the sun, and iron trees with intricate roots in the way, and the ground was made up of slippery moss and thorny bushes, and it was rare to see autumn flowers, which disappointed Sula for a long time.

They crossed mountain streams, crossed ravines and steep paths, climbed a hillside, and entered a valley, and then a winding path, with so many branches and foliage that they could not see the end, hares and elk in the woods, pine trees and monkeys in the trees, and birds rising and falling with the pace of the group, making bursts of fallen leaves flutter in the wind.

With a "whoosh", the destringed black feather arrow flew straight into the distance, followed by the neighing of an animal. "Hit! Young City Lord, hit again!" one of the guards released the hound, and in a few moments the dog retrieved a hare from the fallen leaves.

"Horn, you're so good at archery!" Sula complimented as she looked at the gray-haired hare in the guard's hand. She made a necklace out of vines and wore it around her neck, Sonny said she resembled the goddess of the forest, and Horn said she resembled the hanged man.

"Hey, why don't you try?" Horn turned to look at Sonny, who was leaning against the tree, as he handed the longbow to his companion.

"I can't play this. Sonny shrugged, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In half a second, a squirrel with its tail on fire fell from the tree behind him, rolled several times in the wet leaves, and screeched back up the tree, causing Sulla to frown in distress, but Horn laughed.

"The elders of the Nikko Shrine said that harming living beings with witchcraft would be punished by the god Namu. Sula muttered as she looked up for the wounded squirrel.

"That's the Wizard of the Gods," Sonny told her, "My mother is, but I'm not, I have the blood of a dark magic wizard in my blood, and the flames have been with me since the day I was born." ”

"Yo, can you still get dressed?" Horn opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

"Who are you in the science of witchcraft..... Ouch!" Sonny covered his head, cursed, and looked back at the top of the tree. "Holy, I'm going to burn that nasty guy!"

"Look, retribution!" said Horn cheerfully.

"What's that?" asked Sulla, standing up and pointing to Sonny's feet.

"What else can the squirrel throw at him, pine cone. Horn clasped his hands together with a gloating expression.

"No, it's not a pine cone, it's like the scales of a snake. Sula took a few steps back, and two guards immediately surrounded her. "How can there be such big scales, this ..... How big is a snake?"

"Where?" Horn handed the longbow to the soldier behind him, looking around.

"Don't move, sir. Aiden reached out to stop Horn, walked over to Sonny, crouched down, and took a closer look.

"Captain Aiden, what is this?" asked Sonny, curious.

"Sorry kids, the hunting game has to end early. Aiden stood up and tried to keep smiling, "All the guards and knights obey the order and take the two young city lords and young lady back!"