The Origin of Arcane

After Captain Yale led him into the door, Captain Thorth really understood the meaning of the other party's just now.

General Esmond, who was regarded as an idol by Captain Solth, was indeed there, but he was no longer the focus of the Ranger Captain's gaze, and his gaze couldn't help being attracted by another person.

This is a stalwart man. Even if he sits there, he is a full head taller than an ordinary person. His waist is as straight as a javelin. His face is square, like carved from marble. His eyes are deep, and he seems to have insightful magic power. What special expressions are made, there is an aura of no anger and prestige.

This person is no one else, but the clan chief of the Strache family, the guardian of the blood fortress, and grandfather Cedric the regent Princess Sophia.

Where is this an ordinary intelligence inquiry?

This is simply the Supreme Military Conference of the Blood Fortress hosted by Grand Duke Cedric.

All of you present here are senior officers from the Broken Blood Fortress with names and surnames. Here, Yarus, who has been promoted to the captain, is not even qualified to stand. He can come in completely because of Sol. Captain Si's light.

No wonder that on the way here, Captain Yale always pretended to be expressionless and deep, without any hints. He was also a strong man who was temporarily arrested. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what was going on.

The intelligence that I brought back is so valuable?

Captain Solth himself was a little bit murmured.

However, as a veteran Ranger who has been rolling in the prairie of Odin for nearly ten years, as a veteran Ranger who has been in the wind and rain, his self-control ability is absolutely superior, because he is eating this bowl of rice.

If something happens, make a fuss, he won't have a chance to stand here, he's been dead long ago, I don't know how many times, after all, the situation of the knife on the neck is not uncommon for them.

Even if there are real expressions, nine out of ten are performing.

It's just that the big scene at the moment is far beyond his experience, and I don't know what kind of expression to use.

He can only choose to remain unchanged and show the military literacy of a professional soldier. Although he will not add points to himself, he will not deduct points.

While Captain Solth was quickly observing the situation, the senior officials of the Blood Fortress who were present were also looking at him with scrutiny eyes, and many people couldn't help showing a glimpse of appreciation.

When he came back, he had only time to eat a hot meal in the guard barracks. Before he had time to wash in the hot bath, he had not had time to change his clothes. He was still dressed as an Odin orc.

Although Captain Sols usually pays great attention to his personal appearance, on the Odin Prairie, the conditions are limited, not to mention hot baths, cold baths basically have no chance to wash, and can not wash.

Because of the environment, most Odin orcs have no habit of bathing. If they behave too cleanly, aren't they telling others that they have problems?

As a good ranger, you will never make such a low-level mistake.

In other words, Captain Thorth's smell is very strong now, blood, sweat, mud, horse dung, etc., mixed together, a few meters away, clearly identifiable, and even more intense in a confined space.

However, none of the senior officials in the Blood Fortress frowned.

Those who can sit in this position are all distinguished generations, step by step, stepping on countless blood and bones.

As for those who are indiscriminately filling their numbers?

There is no such thing in Broken Blood Castle, even if it was originally there, now the bones are not known for how long they have been cold.

These generals don't pay attention to gorgeous appearances, nor do they care about beautiful words. The sharp weapon that has been polished to the extreme on the outside is the most likable weapon.

Don't even look at Captain Sauls just poking there like a javelin. In fact, he is half-tensioned all over his body. With an order, he will transform into the most ferocious predator.

It's not what he wants to do, but out of instinct.

This is what a Fracture Ranger should look like.

They are not only satisfied with the performance of Captain Sorce, but also proud of it, all of which was done under their leadership.

Grand Duke Cedric tilted his head to look at Esmond on the left, and said, "This is your soldier, and you will leave the inquiry."

"Yes, Your Majesty." General Esmond said vigorously.

Grand Duke Cedric was already taller than ordinary people. General Esmond was one head taller than him, even more than many Odin orcs. He sat on a chair and stood shoulder to shoulder with ordinary people. Although he was only eighth tall. An Odin orc blood, but the characteristics of Odin orcs are very heavy.

His more eye-catching image is actually not suitable for becoming a Ranger, because wherever he goes, his outstanding appearance will become the focus of attention of others.

But the more this is the case, the more it can reflect his extraordinary achievements in the Odin Prairie.

He sat side by side with Grand Duke Cedric, more like brothers than father and son.

This phenomenon is not unique to them, it is very common in the top knight families where the family is thriving.

It is difficult to measure their age simply by appearance.

Grand Duke Cedric seemed to be less than fifty. In fact, he was ninety out of three.

General Esmond is in his early forties, but he has been well-known by the Byron Alliance for more than forty years. He is over 70 this year, and his grandson is almost passing middle age.

If the Grand Duke Cedric is described as not angry and self-arrogant, General Esmond is a bit fierce, and his beard is like the temples of a lion standing one by one, but his eyes are peaceful, showing this A melancholy atmosphere that doesn't match the appearance.

When I looked at Captain Southell, his gaze became softer. He seemed to see his youthful shadow on his body, and asked: "Soldier, tell me about the intelligence you brought back. Just report it according to the normal process. "

"Yes, sir." Captain Thorth delivered a military salute. He didn't even use the time for organizing words, and he opened his mouth. "The task of our Eighth Ranger Squad is to follow and monitor the Eighth Commanders directly under the Imperial Court of The Odin Empire. One of the core tribes is the Tiger Claw Tribe. This tribe has been very active in recent years. Their chief is a firm supporter of the current emperor of the Western Odin Empire, Black Tiger Ulaanbaazh. In recent years, they have been acting as vanguards. ."

"Continue." The satisfaction in General Esmond's eyes became more intense. The information mentioned by Captain Southall is basically clear to everyone present, but as a Ranger squad leader, he can know this. It's not easy.

This shows that the opponent is not only satisfied with his own job, but also has done a lot of background checks in order to do better. This quality is not common to the captain.

Having this overall view does not necessarily mean that it is excellent.

It's possible that it's easier to top the top than those who don't have it. Give him a chance, maybe he can fly into the sky.

"In the last two months, the Wang Court has had frequent exchanges with Huclaw Tribe messengers. This month, the Huclaw Tribe began to gather its fighters and warriors on a large scale. Before I led the team back, they had assembled nearly 30,000 elite cavalry. , The cattle and sheep driven away should not be less than 500,000.

The movement direction of their tribes is also moving closer to other core tribes. This is the posture of a standard joint operation, and it is likely to be a knocking action led by the tiger clan king.

Therefore, I activated the Ranger Emergency Response Regulations and asked my deputy to take half of the manpower to continue to track and monitor the Tiger Claw Tribe. I first returned to the Blood Fort to report information. "

"Are you on the way back? Any special findings?" General Esmond pointed to the key points for every question.

"On the way back, in order to prevent our whereabouts from being exposed, we have been out at night, avoiding those Odin orc tribes, but the ties between the Odin orc tribes are obviously much greater than usual, and much closer.

We have scratched our tongues several times. These people have limited knowledge. They only know that the West Odin Empire will have a major military operation in the near future. They do not know how big the operation is and when it will be launched.

The intelligence in my hands is limited, and I dare not make any presumptions and influence the judgment of the generals. "Captain Southell replied truthfully, and did not pretend to exaggerate the intelligence he brought back because he wanted to behave. That was an out-and-out foolish act.

"Very good." Esmond nodded in satisfaction and looked around. "Generals, do you have any questions?"

"The news that the flying eagle came back from the book is more detailed than this. I know what I should know. Now it is just an experienced Ranger captain who happened to come back. Just verify the news in two phases. What else can I do? Asked." Another general who was not tall but unusually stout smiled.

Captain Southell knew him. The opponent was one of the top five figures in Broken Blood Castle, the No. 1 general of Broken Blood Cavalry, Pedro known as the Ripper.

General Pedro turned his head to look at Captain Southell, and said with a smile: "Young man, I think your overall view and decision-making ability are quite good. Just being a Ranger captain is too violent. Not interested in coming over to help me? Join the Broken Blood Rider? With your qualifications, how can you get the Centurion to start."

"Bald, what do you mean? To dig my corner so blatantly? Do you think I am not breathing? No matter the horse or the equipment, every time you pick it up with your broken mouth, you will go to yours if you are a little bit sharp. Don’t be so greedy."

General Esmond slammed the table and stood up, his saliva was about to spray on Pedro's face.

"If the excellent rangers are dug out by you, who will provide you with accurate information in the future? What use is it for you to have the most elite cavalry?"

"What are you so excited for? You don't know people, don't you allow me to discover talents?" General Pedro's stoutness, the temperament that is now shown, will be a lot of shame.

"To find talent for fart, you are digging a corner at all." General Esmond said nonchalantly.

Because this kind of thing is not the first time.

Compared with the Fractured Ranger, the Fractured Blood Cavalry has a long history and reputation after all, and is known as the world's number one cavalry. It is a dream for countless knights to join them.

Many people squeeze their scalp into it, not to mention that there is a general who likes to use ready-made talents more than they train themselves.

In the past, General Pedro only did it in private, and General Esmond could open one eye and close one eye. After all, Broken Blood Cavalry is the mainstay of Broken Blood Fort, and it has always been the trump card of the direct command of Grand Duke Cedric. Prioritizing various resources is the default, including personnel.

Fractured Rangers also have a certain degree of autonomy because of the peculiar source of troops. Otherwise, they have to wait for the Fractured Blood Cavalry to take care of it, and not to have them, just like other arms.

People fight for a breath, and the Buddha receives a stick of incense.

Now that General Pedro has dragged this kind of thing to the table, General Esmond has no way to give in, even if his father is in the face, he can't give it.

General Pedro looked like he was holding the winning ticket. He hehe smiled and said: "We can't do this kind of thing too domineering. It depends on the opinions of the parties. If they are willing to come to us to break the blood ride, you will also be a lion head. Can't stop it, right!"

"Yes, let's ask the person's opinion." The appearance of the other party gave Esmond the urge to rush to give him a punch, and was suppressed by his life. This kind of thing is not a big fist. The solution depends on the internal cohesion of the army.

"Soldier, make a choice. Are you going to break the blood cavalry development? Or continue to stay in our Ranger to serve?" Esmond said.

The gazes of the senior officials of the blood castle on the scene fell on Captain Southall's body.

What the **** is this?

I just came back to report the information?

What does this matter to me?

I'm just an insignificant soldier. How do you arrange it? I just do it. Why should I choose?

Isn't this bullying?

Captain Southell was dumbfounded, and there was a frantic cry in his heart. At this moment, he couldn't maintain his composure. He felt like a weak lamb being stared at by countless wild beasts, pitiful and helpless.

Sweat dripped down his forehead like a waterfall, soaking his back in a few minutes.

Captain Southell's eyes neither stayed on General Esmond nor on General Pedro, but kept aiming at the top Duke Cedric.

In this room, he is the only person who can stop this, so that he does not need to make a choice.

Unexpectedly, Captain Southall’s stealing sighting was caught by Grand Duke Cedric. The opponent was looking at him with an interesting look, seeming to have insight into everything, the young Ranger captain’s Be careful not to hide.

Captain Southell screamed that it was not good. Looking at this posture, his prince is also ready to watch the excitement and see how he chooses.

Originally, he thought that today was his lucky day, and he was able to be familiar with many of the senior blood fortresses. In the future, even if he didn't fly into the air, he would still have face when he went out to brag.

I never thought it was a super lucky day, the kind of Goddess of Luck possessed, but this kind of luck came too much and too suddenly, and my small body was a bit unable to hold it.

Broken blood ride!

This is an olive branch from the broken blood ride.

It was handed out by the chief general of Broken Blood Cavalry. In Broken Blood Fort, who didn't know that the First Legion led by General Pedro was the trump card among the trump cards. Every soldier was carefully selected and experienced. of.

Don't look at what the other party throws is just a centurion, scared to death with a lot of gold.

Let's use an analogy. The knights of the Broken Blood Rider randomly select one of them and place them in other territories. They are all rushing to get them. It is not too easy to mix with a centurion or a guard.

The centurion who broke the blood ride is leading a hundred such elite knights.

What can a broken bloodriding centuries do?

They can easily capture a town with tens of thousands of people.

They can beat a small and medium-sized Odin orc tribe with a scale of 10,000.

They can go through hundreds of kilometers like a drill on the Odin Prairie.

This is not a blow out, but they have indeed created such a brilliant record.

All this is based on their strict to almost harsh selection and training system.

If that cavalry is also composed entirely of real knights, their combat effectiveness will also not be weak.

The only flaw of Broken Blood Knight is their number, even in the peak period, they never exceeded 10,000.

If they could have one hundred thousand broken blood knights, according to the character of Grand Duke Cedric, they would have crossed the vast Odin prairie and smoothed the two kings of the Tiger and Lion clan.

Captain Southell’s first dream was not to join the Fractured Rangers, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but to enter the Fractured Blood Cavalry.

It's a pity that at that time, he had the common problems of young people, with good eyes and low hands, and the basic qualities of a broken mouth, blood riding, directly brushed him off.

In desperation, I joined the Fracture-mouth Ranger. If you want to sharpen yourself through this profession, the ultimate goal is to join the Fracture-mouth Blood Cavalry.

But the problem is, it's not at this time, nor is it using this method.

Because people are sentient beings.

He has been in the Fracture Ranger for a full ten years, and has long developed a strong affection for this group.

In fact, five years ago, he had reached the standard in all aspects and had the qualifications to join the Broken Blood Rider, but he did not choose to transfer his post for a long time. It was not because of his special feelings for this group and he was reluctant to be kind to him. Reluctant to be separated from his brother who shares life and death.

Especially when General Esmond looked at him with a kind of expectant general, his own dreams seemed to be less important.