Chapter 1108 The First Hunter

There are very few trees growing in the Dragon's Back Mountains, but the Anulli Mountains are completely different. As the natural chasm that divides Ulthuan's inner and outer rings, countless warriors are named after their adventures here. Few of them explore ancient ruins and find missing treasures. , or a legendary story about finding an important item.

Most of them only have one bloody ritual - hunting monsters.

It is difficult to explain what exactly determines the geographical environment of Ulthuan. Although the Inner Ring Kingdom has fertile land and rich resources, there is always the risk of being attacked by Warcraft.

Except for Charis, the Outer Rim Kingdoms rarely have too much defense against the Anulli Mountains outside the Twilight Tide period, which can be regarded as making up for part of the imbalance.

The main cities of Airion are far away from the Annuli Mountains, and they all rely on the inland sea for construction. If it were not for the protection of the endless grasslands, perhaps the proud knights would never want to enter the towering and rugged mountains.

But in other words, the high mountain terrain was as familiar as home to the Phoenix King. He had climbed the towering thousand-meter cliffs of the Dragon's Back Mountains many times since he was a child. He was even more proficient in finding the road in the rugged mountains than the hunter who led the way.

The Elion knights who were left behind were a little desperate. It was not because they were not physically strong, but because they were not as adaptable to the environment as the mountain residents. How could they catch up if they were walking and you were climbing.

The White Lion Guards gathered around His Majesty, always alert to the possible appearance of monsters. A team of hundreds of people made many monsters aware of the threat and chose to retreat into the caves, but this did not mean that powerful monsters would miss this feast of raw meat. .

Although Imrik was very disapproving of the White Lion Guard's nervousness, thinking that it was delaying the good time of traveling with his maid.

Phyllis was dressed in a fancy outfit, with red Yselama silver scales covering her graceful figure, and her long silver hair was tied into a ponytail and held behind her head.

As a Caledor elf, she was naturally no stranger to rock climbing mountains, but she looked back at the Elion Elion who was already a little out of touch and said worriedly: "Is this too disrespectful of the Pegasus Palace's face? "

"Why since you came to Lothern, you have been like a nagging Phoenix King prompter. If you were a male attendant..."

Under Felice's gaze, His Majesty the Phoenix King shrugged and said, "Fortunately it's you. If it were anyone else, I would have kicked him back to the Dragon's Back Mountain Range."

The maid sighed, put her spear upright between the cracks in the rock, walked to the side of the Phoenix King, and straightened out the somewhat wrinkled crown clothes for him.

"Because we know your style too well. No one but me would dare to act as a reminder next to you."

"Perhaps we can let Filonina feel it. I miss her quite a bit. I've been running around all day without knowing how to send a letter to my uncle."

Thinking of the little girl who was cared for, Phyllis shook her head helplessly, "Just pamper her. Hundreds of giant dragons will give her whatever they want. Those who don't know think she is your daughter."

"Why is Philonina not my daughter? Her aunt is my mother, her father is my brother, and her mother is still your best friend."

"Yes, yes, what His Majesty the Phoenix King said is correct. I will contact Oliveira later and say that Filonina's uncle misses her very much and hopes that she will take time to come to the Phoenix King's Court to see the empty nest dragon. "

Imrik, who hummed twice, was very satisfied with this. Since the brat ran away, Alishara didn't know what she was busy with, so she had to find someone to tease her.

Cohir, who was scouting ahead, walked to His Majesty carrying a giant ax and reported what he found.

"There should be a chicken-headed snake's nest ahead. We have not prepared air power. It is best to take a detour."

"Cohir... you may have to change your previous cautious habits. I don't want to comment on Fenuba's strength, but you should understand the habits of a warrior monarch."

Cohir stroked his chest to express his understanding. He had never thought that Imrik would take a detour. If he encountered a cockatrice, he would avoid it. Wouldn't it be an insult to the dragon lord's title?

After everyone gathered on the flatter hillside, Cohir had driven the cockatrice out of its nest. The ability of the twisted creation of chaos to petrify people was meaningless to the captain of the White Lion Guard.

Warriors who have experienced many battles have long been familiar with the habits and characteristics of various monsters. They only need to blind one of the cockatrice's eyes to reduce most threats.

According to tradition, the first hunt should be owned by the person with the most noble status. For the current hunt, it is naturally the sacred Phoenix King.

The White Lion Guard handed over an exquisite gold-plated long bow and a meteorite arrow with a starwood handle. Hunting was a sacred ritual, blessed by Kunos, the god of hunting.

Targeting the Cockatrice for the first time should be a commendable event.

Imric took over the gold-plated rune longbow and skillfully pulled the arrow to the bowstring. Although he didn't like to mess with these long-range projection gadgets, his aristocratic cultivation naturally came from being exposed to them since he was a child. Coupled with his perceptive ability to sense subtleties, he shot down an arrow. The blind cockhead couldn't be simpler.

Under the gaze of everyone, Imrik, who had already initially pulled the bowstring, slowly let go, shook his head and threw the bow and arrow to Phyllis beside him, "If this is the first hunt since the coronation, I won't Hopefully the prey is a blind cockatrice."

Phyllis whispered, "This is tradition. It has nothing to do with the prey. Everyone knows your glory clearly. There is no need to prove it with a monster. Let me, a maid, pull the first arrow. It is a violation of tradition." Blasphemy."

"Are you a maid?" Imric smiled, turned around and asked the red-haired girl Bella who didn't know the situation, "Bella, do you think Phyllis Archibald is qualified to hunt for the Phoenix King?"

Bella didn't understand what the master and servant were doing, but she was very clear about the value of the Archibald surname.

"The daughter of Archibald, who guards the Dusk Sea, is naturally qualified to shoot the first arrow for the Phoenix King."

This tradition of shooting the bow for others can probably be traced back to the time of the poet king Isis... At least the other Phoenix Kings would not be so weak that they had to be replaced by others when hunting.

As Phyllis said, seeing that it was not the Phoenix King who shot the bow himself, everyone did not have much thought, thinking that His Majesty did not look down on such a weak prey.

When the maid let go of the bowstring, the black shadow had pierced into the only remaining eye of the cockatrice. After being fatally injured, it shook and fluttered its wings and fell to the ground.

Imrick began to applaud. In terms of archery alone, the Phoenix King was far less proficient than the maid. He was more proficient in spearmanship and was very happy to discuss and exchange with Phyllis.

After giving the Phoenix King a cold look, the maid instructed the White Lion Guard to place the cockatrice in the center of the field and pierce its head, which was still twitching slightly, with a spear. After the blood flowed on the ground, it symbolized the beginning of the prayer to Kunos.

And the prayer of the hunting god is hunting. (End of this chapter)