The Origin of Arcane

　　 Old Bolton ignored Bartley’s letter of help and refused to send troops. This matter can be small or big.

To make it smaller, Bartley is only the irrelevant fourth in line to the Phelan family. This hunting is completely private and has nothing to do with the Bastille. It is reasonable to save the rescue. After all, the Bastille is the most important thing. The task is to garrison the Bastille to prevent Andis mountain people from coming out of the mountain.

　　 Going bigger, Bastille ignores the authority of the Faerun family and fails to fulfill the responsibilities that belong to the vassal. It is also a famous saying to deprive the vassal of rights.

"It doesn't matter whether it is a coincidence or an intentional layout." Klester sighed. "We didn't stop the boy brother from entering the mountain. We have fallen into a trap. If we don't move, even if the old duke doesn't move us now, It also gave the other party an eloquence, which became an excuse to move us later.

"Your excellency mean, let's send troops to rescue?" Old Bolton frowned. He was very wary of sending troops to the Andes Mountains, because the Andes Mountains were too big. It stretches for more than two thousand miles, and the entire area is larger than the Asia Minor Plain. How many Andis mountain people are hidden in it, even if he is an old slave hunter, it is not clear. Anyway, they have already caused more than 30 harms here. The number of slaves seized from it each year was 20,000 to 30,000 in the worst years. It’s not a new thing to exceed 50,000 in a year, but the number of Andis Mountain residents never seems to decrease. These years It is not uncommon for the Andis mountain people to bypass the Bastille and go out for disaster. Now the Andis mountain people mainly suffer from not having a strong force to integrate them. They are scattered in the mountains, whether it is Byron in the west. People, the Kentana barbarians on the northern Kentana ice sheet, or the Odin orcs on the Odin grasslands in the northwest can bully them.

In these years, Bolton rarely organized troops into the mountains to sweep up the mountains. What he was afraid of was that the mountain people would be beaten too painfully, and then a hero would pop up and shout, the mountain people gathered like locusts and flooded the Bastille. , Flooding the entire Manyu army leader, and finally flooding the entire Ashan continent, this situation appeared in his nightmare more than once.

　　 "The soldiers must be out, but whether they can be rescued, that's a question." Klester's unchanging smile on his face seemed a bit eerie and weird at the moment.

The Bull Eriksson looked at a blank face, did not understand what Klester meant, but Bolton knew everything. He laughed and patted Klester's shoulder and said: "Anyone who has read a book just turns his mind fast. , Yes, we not only want to save, but we also want to save it with great fanfare. I will personally lead the troops."

"Why don't you bother the Lord City Lord, give me a thousand guards, I promise to bring them all back in safety and security." Bull Eriksson patted his chest and said, "Those people living in the mountains are very scattered and the information transmission is inconvenient. The action is fast enough without much trouble."

Old Bolton, who already had a solution, was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Listening to you, this matter can't be left to you. You can gather people. It doesn't need to be too many. Two thousand people are enough. Individuals carry supplies for at least ten days."

"Yes." One of the biggest factors that the Bull Eriksson loved by Old Bolton was loyalty. Even if he didn't understand his orders, he did it first, and his work efficiency was very high. It took only half a day. The manpower needed by Bolton was mobilized. After all, Bastille is a military city, and it has friction with the Andes mountain people all the year round. The defenders are Bolton’s private army. Both the level of training and the level of equipment are compared with those of those who have not. During the war, the noble private army that was about to rot did not know how much stronger it was, and it was an elite.

　　 Early the next morning, the defenders of the Bastille, under the leadership of Old Bolton, drove out from the Bastille in a mighty manner, and drove along the ancient river of Jacob to the Andes Mountains.

　　 Neither Kleister the creepy fox nor Old Bolton thought that someone had already woven a big net in front of them, just waiting for them to jump in.

In the final analysis, they still didn’t take the Andis mountain people seriously. Even though Old Bolton knew that the Andis mountain people had great war potential, the current situation had been maintained for too long, until he thought it was such a situation. There won't be much change in a short time, they are more concerned about the threat from Duke Faerun.

　　……

The first person who came to join Sean was not someone else. It was Marshall who he sent out to contact him at the beginning. He brought back not many people, only two hundred people. These people have a common characteristic— —Young, the oldest is no more than twenty-five, and the youngest is only 13-four. They are all descendants of Xiao En’s family, either the orphaned children who followed Xiao En in the first place, or they are lost when they grow up. The orphan children were brought out after they went out independently. When these people heard Sean's call, without thinking about them, they left what they were doing and rushed over immediately.

Only a small part of them rushed over. In order to give full play to their own value and help more children, these orphaned children did not get together, but went to different villages in twos and threes. The nearest one was also three miles and five miles away. Ten miles away is normal. Marshall has gathered so many people in such a short period of time.

　　 This is just the beginning. Although Marshall has returned, more people have already contacted people. It won't take long for them to arrive one after another.

　　The person who arrived in the second wave was not McGee the Skullcrusher, as Sean predicted, but Clayton the Scavenger who was relatively far away.

Listening to the nickname of Scavenger, one can think of a pale and gloomy middle-aged man, but the actual difference is far. Clayton is indeed a middle-aged man, but he is tall and loud. He often hears his voice before seeing a person. It is not clean and tidy like a mountain man, but a Byron nobleman, and when people see him, they feel good.

However, Sean, who knows all the dirty things the other party did in private, will naturally not be deceived by the other's appearance. The reason why the other party ran so quickly is neither because Sean has treated his daughter, nor is it. Because he himself vowed to speak of national justice, but smelled the taste of interest. Once Shaun’s plan is successful, what will be changed will be the pattern of power within a radius of hundreds of miles. At this critical moment, how can he be less restrained? Leiden, of course, the most important thing is that with him or without him, Sean has a great chance of success. What he likes most is not to give charcoal in the snow, but to add to the cake. Using his motto, always stand on the side of the winner. .

　　 There is an advantage to dealing with such a real villain. As long as you can make sure that you are the winner, the other party will not easily risk rebellion, because it does not conform to his life values.

Clayton the Scavenger brought two school guards (600 people), but the quality of the staff was uneven. There were old hunters with gray hairs, half-and-half boys with unclean milk hair, and young ones. A powerful archer.

　　Equipment is also uneven, ranging from those wearing double-layered leather armor and holding a sophisticated archery bow to the poor; there are also poor hunters wearing greasy animal skins and holding a self-made inferior hunting bow.

This situation is really normal among the Andis mountain people. The half-safari and half-farming people are destined to be unable to support a large-scale regular army, even for the scavenger Clayton, who is nearly a hundred miles away. Xiaoxiong was not successful either. The elite of his direct line had at most one hundred people, and the rest were mountain people from his turf, who were recruited temporarily, not only bringing their own weapons and equipment, but even their own rations.

Although the inventory of the Andis longbow is more than enough, Sean has no plans to help them change their clothes. People like Clayton the Scavenger will never be familiar with them. He will change clothes for his people. No return is a trivial matter, and a bite at the critical moment will make you unhappy.

　　 It wasn't until he saw McGee the Skullcrusher that Sean let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

His junior army has not yet become a climate. Although the quantity and quality have reached a certain level, they have never seen a real battle. They stay on paper to talk about the level of soldiers. They will definitely not be the main force this time, that is, they will beat the side drum. See the blood, have a long experience, and prepare for the future.

Not to mention Clayton the Scavenger, never expect him to charge into battle. If the situation is unfavorable, he will not slap him, even if he is righteous, if he is not afraid of making small moves behind his back, it is better to put him around and watch, Sean will never send People please such allies.

　　 Skullcrusher McGee and his raging mountain legion are the subjects of his plan.

Skullcrusher McGee, who has half the blood of the Kentana barbarian, is so tall that even Sean, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has to hold his head close to ninety degrees every time. UU reading www.uukanshu. com can see each other's face clearly. What Shaun hates most is that McGee likes to express his enthusiasm in a bear hug every time he meets. Every time he meets, he tortured his body and spirit.

　　 The physique that I am proud of is no different from that made of fragile glass in front of the opponent. It creaks under the arm that is three points thicker than my thigh, making people wonder how many pieces are broken.

Compared to this, the most terrible thing is the strong body odor of the other party. It is the fusion of inferior ale, food, male, and **** flavors. I don’t know how long it will take to form, even in the face of various rancid corpses, Sean He didn't change his color. Every time he faced the smell, he felt painful. Coupled with rubbing the black chest hair like steel pins, Sean felt that his entire face was numb and unbearable. He didn't know how many bacteria there were. The virus took the opportunity to enter.

Fortunately, it is not the first time that the two of them have dealt with each other. Sean was prepared for it. When he smelled the stewed meat in the cauldron, McGee stopped tossing Sean, took a thigh bone on his own, and chewed with relish. , Not only gnawed away the exterior, but also smashed the bones, sucking the bone marrow completely, and finally spit out the bone scum, even the dog does not eat it, because all the nutrients are already Was cleaned by the other party.

McGee, squatting next to the cauldron, was like a bear. He fed a small team of food. He was only in exchange for a sigh that was just the bottom, and said angrily; "If you talk about this in your mouth Nod, it’s the authenticity made by your kid. Those idiots made a pile of dog food, how about? Have you figured it out? Go back to the water village with Laozi, as long as I can eat such a delicious meal every day. , I promise to make you delicious and spicy. If anyone offends you, I will crush his head with his own hands."