Julian's horse seemed to enjoy this exciting chase game very much. It followed the hound's footsteps and knocked through the trees, flattened the shrubs, and knocked the saplings to the ground.
The branches and leaves along the way left a "sizzling" friction sound on Julian's chainmail. There were leaves left in the gaps in his clothes, and thin twigs were inserted into the holes of his chainmail.
Now Julian seems to have completely lost the freshness he had just now. The low branches along the way hit him head-on, and his face was covered with red marks. People who didn't know better thought that this poor guy had suffered something. A brutal whipping and torture.
The wild boar was forced into a small meadow. A huge rock stood on a slope that gradually became steeper, blocking the way of the wild boar. Behind the rock is a hill that is not too high.
The weathered gray walls of the rock are covered with ivy, and are flanked by thick holly bushes and sturdy beech trees.
The wild boar was no longer smart enough to think that the rock wall covered with ivy was grass that could be walked through, so it couldn't help but slow down its pace and seemed to want to find another way out.
"There is no way to escape, right? Hahaha, go to hell!" Julian roared with a ferocious smile, raised his spear, and stabbed the wild boar in the head.
Julian's attack was so menacing that even the hounds that were barking after the wild boar were frightened and hid in the nearby bushes.
It's a pity that this guy who is not good at riding or spear skills is immersed in wine and meat banquets and behind-the-scenes conspiracies all day long. His slightly fat hand trembled violently due to nervousness, and he actually inserted the tip of the spear into The muscular back of a wild boar.
With a "click", the spear that only penetrated the wild boar's body by two or three inches was broken into two pieces under the load. The sudden resistance caused the dumbfounded Julian to fall off his horse.
"Hiss!"
The frightened horse turned around uncontrollably and tried to get away from the enraged wild boar. However, poor Julian's left foot was too tight on the stirrup, and he was dragged to the ground for seven seconds by the frightened horse. Dragging forward in an awkward manner.
When Julian shook his head away from the stupid horse and sat up from the ground, he found that he was sitting on the grass with one bare foot. His horse and the moccasin boot on his left foot had disappeared. .
Soon, he found himself in a worse situation - the wild boar with a small spear on its back was charging towards him with red eyes and hissing.
"For the sake of God, someone come and save me!" Julian's eyes widened, his mind went blank for a moment, he was stunned, and he even forgot to draw the sword from the scabbard at his waist to defend himself.
"Whoosh!"
A crossbow bolt accurately hit the wild boar's forehead and penetrated deeply. The wild boar, which lost its momentum, fell down a few meters in front of Julian.
The wild boar's thick and sharp white tusks drooped to the side along with its dull eyes, and soon they were dyed red by the gushing blood.
If it had only been a few seconds at night, Julian's life or death would have been uncertain.
Simon held a crossbow in one hand and nimbly rode "Lucky" past Julian's side and behind. He reined in his horse next to the boar's carcass, stepped on the stirrups and jumped down.
"Although I really don't want to do this, the merciful God just controlled my hands and shot this arrow," Simon said to the shocked Julian, "It seems that you owe me a life."
Julian nodded with pale cheeks. No matter how unhappy he and Simon were in the past, it could not change the fact that Simon had just saved his life.
"Thank you, Simon. To be honest, although I don't like you," Julian took a deep breath after coming back to his senses, and his words were still a little awkward, "but I have to say that I owe you a favor. One day , I will return it.”
"I hope you keep your promise." Simon held the arrow handle on the boar's head and pulled out the crossbow arrow.
Simon chose to save Julian because he was a loyal man. Since he would be so loyal to his monarch, he would also faithfully repay the great favor he owed to his savior. In this way, Simon has a breakthrough in Lange's inner fortress, even if Julian may not have intended to do so.
If Julian dies, Lange will inevitably use another trusted confidant to serve as his spy chief. In this case, Simon would have to rescuing Julian decisively and use the grace of saving his life to gain a strong restraint on him.
Simon, who had unplugged the crossbow bolt, put the bloody crossbow bolt back into the crossbow bag, then came to Julian, pulled him up, and pulled out his sharp sword from his scabbard.
"What are you going to do!?" Julian's eyes widened in horror. Now he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without any ability to resist.
But he obviously misunderstood. Simon just looked at him with disdain, turned around and walked back to the wild boar carcass. He inserted the sword deeply into the wild boar's forehead along the wound caused by the crossbow arrow. The milky white pig brain spilled out along the sword body, " This is your prey and it belongs to you. Remember, you killed it."
Julian immediately understood what Simon meant and glanced at him gratefully. When Simon returned to Lucky's back, the belated nobles slowly arrived at the scene.
If Lange knew that Simon saved Julian's life, this cunning fox would inevitably become suspicious of Julian, and eventually become alienated and distrustful, until Julian, who had fallen out of favor, was completely thrown into the cold palace by him.
It would be best for both Simon and Julian if everyone believed that Julian killed the wild boar alone.
The nobles praised Julian's courage one after another. They had no doubt that Julian had killed the wild boar. The fierce beast had Julian's sword stuck in its head, which was the best proof. The panting servants following the nobles stepped forward to handle the wild boar, preparing to carry it back to the camp.
"Dear Your Majesty," the embarrassed Julian limped up to Count Lange. His bare left foot and the chainmail armor all over his body seemed to have rolled in a mud pond. The intensity of his fight with the wild boar just now, "I dedicate this wild boar to you, I believe it will definitely add color to your wedding table!"
"Thank you, my loyal knight," a proud smile appeared on Lange's face. Julian's behavior greatly increased his face and made him stand out in front of the nobles in the principality. On a whim, he He took off an exquisite gold ring from his finger and handed it to Julian, who was kneeling on one knee. "This is the reward I give you, take it."
"Thank you, I will always be your most loyal follower!" Julian buried his face slightly when he said this, looking a little tangled in his heart. However, Count Lange, who was immersed in joy, did not notice this abnormality.
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