The Origin of Arcane

"No, let's exchange it. I will stare at them. Your eloquence is better than me, and you run faster than me. Needless to say, your identity is more appropriate. You are more suitable to move reinforcements." Marshall commented on Sean's division of labor. , Every time Xiao En rushed to the forefront, guarding them strictly, and it was a little unclear who was the guard.

"You also know that I run faster than you." Sean hammered Marshall's strong chest and said, "Don't worry, you don't know how much I cherish my life. If I don't have a last resort, I won't take myself In desperate situation, I want to protect me from the wind and rain. I must first become strong enough. At that time, even if you want to step back, I will kick you forward. Don’t forget, you In the future, I will become my general, just like Patton."

　　 The dog Barton glanced at Marshall lazily, with a humane disdain in his eyes, which meant that Marshall was not qualified to sit on an equal footing with him, so that Marshall had the urge to hit others.

"Okay." Marshall was a little gloomy. In fact, he himself knew that Sean was more suitable for investigative work than himself, not only because the opponent was faster than himself and had better archery skills, but also because the opponent's brain was so much better than himself to solve unexpected problems. There are more incidents than we are good at. Every time we compare with the other party, it is a process of hitting ourselves. "Be careful not to be dazzled by the blood. Rather than let them go out of the mountain, let's find another way and don't lose heart. Foolish thing."

　　 "Don't worry, the people in this world who made me do silly things are not born yet, including you."

　　 "Although this sentence sounds very hurtful, I still hope you are telling the truth." Marshall said very seriously, "We always owe you, not you."

"A bunch of bullshit, before that, send her to the hunter's cabin first, and don't let her have an accident." Sean carefully handed little Elena to Marshall, as if he had handed over an extremely precious diamond. .

　　 "Don't worry, she won't have anything to do. She will grow up robustly and look like a beautiful woman like her mother." Marshall nodded heavily.

　　 It was not only a baby girl, but also a weakness of Sean's mind. If it weren't for this little life, I don't know what hysteria would happen to Sean who broke out completely.

The last time Sean went crazy was seven years ago. They accidentally discovered a cannibal village. After seeing the terrible situation in it, that night, the village and the mountains and forests in a radius of more than a dozen miles turned into Ashes, although Sean never said it, Marshall knew that Sean did it.

There are only two ways for the hunter team to return to Hunter City. The first is to walk west along the valley for two days, and then turn north to walk two and a half days on the mountain road. The other is to follow the mountain beam and go directly to Crossing north, but compared to the first path, they have to travel one third longer. "

　　 The first way they should take when entering the mountain, only in this way can they hide their tracks to the greatest extent, and the valleys have always been the densest places in the villages, which is convenient for looting.

　　 Now on the way back, they are 70% more likely to take the second path. Although the mountain beams are not easy to walk, they have to walk more, but they have a wide view and are not easy to be attacked.

　　Tracking is a skill job, even if you have two great tracking tools with hounds and mountain eagles, directional tracking is obviously more efficient than casting a net in the sky.

The behavior pattern of the 　　 Hunter Slaves did not exceed the 70% probability. It took Sean only three hourglasses to find them.

The size of the hunting slave team is larger than Sean expected. It is roughly estimated that there will be close to one school guard (one hundred people for one guard and three guards for one school). Together with the slaves, the entire team exceeds seven or eight hundred people. People led horses and walked on the mountain beams, and they could drag half a mile away. With such an obvious target, even without the help of the hound mountain eagle, Sean could quickly find them.

　　 The number of enemies exceeds the original prediction and it is not entirely a bad thing, which will further slow down their marching speed.

Before launching the tracking, the first thing Sean did was to vent the anger he was holding in his heart. For this, he was already familiar with the road, a masochistic high-load exercise, releasing part of the hormones in the young body, and his mood was natural. Will be controlled by reason, at this time he is calm and almost cold.

Sean in this state is a very good hunter. In order to hunt the Andis giant bear, they spent a full year to observe the life habits of the Andis giant bear, and spent nearly another Moon time carefully constructed a series of traps, facing a more powerful hunting team, he naturally would not act rashly, the arrow that did not shoot out was the most dangerous.

　　……

"Stop, stop, stop, you trash, do you want to kill me?" Bartley Phelan jumped off the sliding pole, rubbing his waist while shouting angrily, "You savages in the mountains Isn’t it walking on the ground like this in the mountains? How do you lift a sliding pole to be like this? Are you dissatisfied? On purpose? Ha... You dare to stare at me. With revenge, just throw me down the cliff? You guys who owe you don’t get pumped for a long time, it’s uncomfortable. I’ll kill you barbarians, and you guys who don’t know the rules."

Bartley became more and more angry. He picked up the exquisite cowhide whip and slapped the two Andis mountain servants. He came from a noble family, but he had been trained as a knight since he was a child. Although his level is not very good, The strength is a little bit solid, and now he has exerted a fierce strength, and blood is seen from the whip.

The two sturdy Andis mountain bearers trembled in anger, but they just lowered their heads and did not dare to resist. It was not that they were greedy for life or death, but that their wives and children were also in the team. Once they resisted It’s a trivial matter to die alone, but it’s a big deal to hurt your own wives and children.

This is a lesson from the past. Their predecessors were unbearable and wanted to resist. They were either killed on the spot or subdued on the spot. The former was better, at least one hundred dead, and their wives and children. Can die happily, but those who have been re-subdued are the miserable ones. These scumbags will torture their wives and children to death in front of him, and then kill them little by little. Now there is still one With a sigh of relief, dragged away from the back, completely inhuman.

They knew that this was killing chickens and showing them to the monkeys, telling them the fate of resisting and fleeing, and at the same time grinding their temperament, through various brutal methods, a little bit of their will to resist, and then become let them kill. Private property, but all kinds of concerns make it impossible for them to die easily.

Slave hunters have long formed a complete set of slave hunting methods. Those valuable slaves will leave one or two of their closest relatives. In this case, even the most brave and brave people will do it. Hesitate three points.

A well-known master of slave taming once said a well-respected saying, “As long as a person compromises once, he will compromise a second time. Slow compromise will become a habit. When you are fully adapted to this compromise life At that time, a qualified slave was born."

"Master calms down, Master calms down. It's not worth or worthy of being angry with these undeveloped people. When they get out of the mountain, they will sell it for a big price. If it is broken, it will be worthless." The lean middle-aged man hurriedly greeted him, smiling and persuading him, although he had a face of ten percent of the Andis mountain people, he spoke the authentic Byron language.

　　 The Andis mountain people who were relieved by him not only didn't mean to appreciate him, but spit heavily at his feet, disdain it goes without saying.

People like lean middle-aged people, although they have an authentic face of Andes mountain people, are no longer regarded as Andis mountain people. He grew up in the mountains, his parents, grandfathers and even several generations. The above is already a slave. After he was born, he was naturally a slave. People like him who grew up completely in a slave environment are no longer ashamed of slaves, and some are even proud of slaves, which are commonly known as mature slaves. .

If they are ordinary mature slaves, they should not hate them. After all, they are people who have lost their freedom and personality early because of the environment. What is really hateful is the mature slaves like lean middle-aged people, who use their face as an Andis mountain citizen. , Mixed into the mountains, explored the location and defense of the cottage, and then led the way for the slave hunters, slaughtering and hunting those Andis mountain people who might have helped him.

This kind of person is also called a "ghost slave" among the Andis mountain people, a slave who is neither human nor ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Andes mountain people hate this kind of person to the extent of the slave hunting team. Above it, either does not fall into the hands of the Andis mountain people. Once it falls into the hands of the Andis mountain people, it will be difficult for them to die quickly.

"Master, I still need them two money? Master, I have enough breakfast every day to buy ten of them, and I am well trained and more obedient than a dog. How old are you? How dare you take care of your master's affairs? "The cowhide whip in Bartley's hand not only didn't lighten, but increased by two points. Some whips even wiped the scalp of the lean middle-aged man. Looking at the posture, they were a little uncomfortable, and they were going to even him.

"Dare not, absolutely not, the villain is just a dog hired by the master, a dog to lead the way, how dare the dog take care of the owner's affairs! And the entire Bastille, the entire city of Sauron, the entire Manyu army leader , And even the entire Byron Alliance, who doesn’t know how daring the young master of the Faerun family is, how could he lack the money for these two slaves?” The lean middle-aged man paused for a while and said in a mysterious tone "But the villain still has to say one more thing, these two surviving slaves, including these surviving slaves, are not the same to the master, very different."

"Oh, why is it different? If you really speak out, this bag of gold is yours. If you can't tell, the master will first pull out your nosy tongue." Bartley was mysteriously mysterious by the other god. The secret look aroused interest and looked at each other with a playful look.

He has been paying attention to this guy for a long time, and has always wanted to find a chance to smoke him, but there is no suitable reason. After all, the other party has worked hard along the way to successfully find so many Andis mountain villages. Most of it is his credit, but The face of the other side's authentic Andis mountain people always reminded him of some unpleasant memories, and he couldn't like it anyhow. I didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to send it to the door. This was a good opportunity.