The Origin of Arcane

No, let's switch. I'll keep an eye on them. Your eloquence is better than mine, and you run faster than me. Not to mention your identity, it's more suitable for you to move reinforcements. Marshall raised opinions on Sean's division of labor. , every time it was Xiao En who rushed to the front, protecting them tightly, and it was a bit hard to tell who was the guard.

You also know that I can run faster than you. Sean hammered Marshall's strong chest and said, Don't worry, it's not like you don't know how much I cherish my life. In a desperate situation, if you want to protect me from the wind and rain, you must first make yourself strong enough. At that time, even if you want to retreat, I will kick you to the front. Don't forget, you He will be my general in the future, just like Patton.

The head dog, Button, glanced at Marshall lazily, with humanized disdain in his eyes, which meant that Marshall was not qualified to be equal to him, which gave Marshall the urge to hit someone.

Okay. Marshall was a little depressed. In fact, he also knew that Xiao En was more suitable for investigation work than himself. I am more good at making incidents than myself. Every time I compare with the other party, it is a process of hitting myself. Be careful, don't be dazzled by the blood, I would rather let them out of the mountain, let's find another way, and don't be careless. silly thing.

Don't worry, the people in this world who make me do stupid things haven't been born yet, including you.

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

A bunch of bullshit. Before that, send her to the hunter's cabin first, and don't let her have any more accidents. Sean carefully handed little Elena into Marshall's hands, as if handing over an extremely precious diamond. .

Don't worry, nothing will happen to her. She will grow up healthy and beautiful like her mother. Marshall nodded heavily.

What was handed over to him was not only a baby girl, but also an emotional sustenance for Xiao En. He felt guilty and guilty about the destroyed village. Although the destruction of the village had nothing to do with him directly, he always felt that he could do something before. Anything, but not done, is a kind of debt to the village.

If it weren't for this little life, I don't know what hysterical things Sean would do when he broke out completely.

The last time Xiao En went crazy was seven years ago. They accidentally discovered a cannibal village. After witnessing the horrific scene inside, that village and the mountains and forests with a radius of more than ten miles were turned into Ashes, although Sean never said it, but Marshall knew Sean did it.

There are only two ways for the hunting slave team to return to the hunting slave city. The first is to walk west along the river valley for two days, then turn north and walk the mountain road for two and a half days. The other is to walk along the mountain ridge and go directly to Going north, but compared to the first road, they have to travel a third longer.

The first path they should take when entering the mountain is the only way to hide their traces to the greatest extent, and the river valley has always been the place with the densest villages, which is convenient for looting.

Now, on their way back, they had a 70% chance of taking the second route. Although the mountain ridge was not easy to walk, they had to walk more, but they had a wide view and were not easily attacked.

Tracking is a skill. Even if you have two tracking tools, hounds and eagles, directional tracking is obviously more efficient than casting a net all over the sky.

The behavior pattern of the hunting slaves did not jump out of the 70% possibility, and it only took Sean three hours to find them.

The size of the hunting slave team was larger than Xiao En expected. It is roughly estimated that there is nearly one school guard (one hundred guards, three guards are one school), plus the slaves from hunting, the entire team exceeds seven or eight hundred people. With a man and a horse, walking on the mountain ridge, they can be dragged out half a mile. Such an obvious target, even without the help of the hunting dog Mountain Eagle, Sean can find them quickly.

It's not entirely a bad thing that the number of enemies exceeds what was originally predicted, which will further slow down their march.

Before starting the pursuit, the first thing Sean did was to vent the pent-up anger in his heart. He was already familiar with this. A burst of self-abuse high-load exercise released part of the hormones in the young body, and his mood naturally eased. 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 giant Andis bear, they spent a full year observing the living habits of the giant Andis bear, and spent another It took months to carefully construct a series of traps. Facing a more powerful hunting team, he would naturally not act rashly. The arrows that did not shoot were the most dangerous.

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Stop, stop, stop, you bastards, do you want to knock me to death? Batley Phelan jumped off the sliding pole, rubbing his waist and shouting angrily, You wild men in the mountains Isn’t it like walking on the flat ground in the mountains? How did you lift a sliding pole like this? Are you dissatisfied? On purpose? Ha... You still dare to stare at me. Throwing me down the cliff out of revenge? You guys who don’t deserve to be whipped will feel uncomfortable if you don’t get whipped for a long time.

Batley became more and more angry, picked up a delicate cowhide whip, and beat the two Andes mountain men's bearers on the head and face. He was born in a noble family, but he was trained as a knight since he was a child. Although his level is not very good, The strength is really a little bit, and now I have put in a lot of effort, and the whip is bleeding.

The two sturdy Andes mountain men trembled with anger, but they just lowered their heads and did not dare to resist. It was not that they were greedy for life and fear of death, but that their wives and children were also in the team. Once they made a move to resist , It is a trivial matter to die alone, but it is a major matter to bring disaster to one's wife, children and clan.

This is a lesson learned from the past. Their predecessors were unbearable and humiliated. They wanted to resist, but they were either killed on the spot or subdued on the spot. He can die quickly, but those who have been subdued again are miserable. These scumbags will torture their wives, children, and clansmen to death in front of him, and then kill them bit by bit. Now there is one who is still alive. With one breath left, he dragged away, completely out of shape.

They know that this is killing chickens to show monkeys, telling them the fate of resisting and escaping, and at the same time tempering their temperament, using various cruel methods to wear down their will to resist little by little, and then let them be slaughtered private property, but all kinds of concerns make it impossible for them to die easily.

The slave hunters have long formed a complete set of slave hunting methods. Those slaves who are useful will keep one or two of their closest relatives. Three points of hesitation.

A well-known slave taming master once said a famous saying that is highly respected by slave tamers: As long as a person compromises once, he will compromise the second time. Slowly compromising will become a habit. When he is fully adapted to this compromise life At that time, a qualified slave is born.

Master calm down, master calm down, it's not worth it to be angry with these immature scumbags, it's not worth it, when they get out of the mountain, they will be sold for a lot of money, and they will be worthless if they are broken. The lean, middle-aged man walked up to him quickly, and tried to persuade him with a smile. Although he had a face that was 100% of the Andes mountain people, he spoke pure Byron.

Not only did the Andis mountain people who were rescued by him not appreciate him, but they spat fiercely at his feet, showing their disdain for self-evident.

Although a person like the lean middle-aged man has an authentic Andes mountain face, he is no longer an Andes mountain man. He was born and raised outside the mountain, and his parents, grandfathers, and even several generations The above is already a slave, and he is naturally a slave after he was born. People like him who grew up in a slave environment are no longer ashamed of slaves, and some are even proud of slaves, which is commonly known as mature slaves .

Ordinary slaves should not be hated. After all, they are just people who have lost their freedom and personality early because of the environment. What is really hateful is the slaves like the lean middle-aged man. They use their Andes mountain people's face , mixed into the mountains, explored the location and defense of the cottage, and then led the way for the slave hunting team to slaughter and hunt those Andes mountain people who might have helped him.

Among the Andes mountain people, this kind of person also has a nickname ghost slave, a slave who is neither human nor ghost. In the hands of the Andes mountain people, once they fall into the hands of the Andes mountain people, it will be difficult for them to die quickly.

Master, I'm still two money short of them? Master, the breakfast I eat every day is enough to buy ten of them, and they are well trained. They are more obedient than dogs. How old are you? You dare to meddle in the affairs of the master. The cowhide whip in Bartley's hand not only didn't get lighter, but increased by two points. Some of the whips even brushed the skinny middle-aged man's scalp. Judging by his posture, he didn't like it, so he planned to whip him too.

Don't dare, absolutely dare not, the villain is just a dog hired by the master, a dog to guide the way, how dare the dog meddle in the master's affairs! And the whole Bastille, the whole city of Sauron, and the whole Manyu army leader , or even the entire Byron Alliance, who doesn't know the boldness of the young master of the Feilun family, how could he be short of money for two slaves? The thin 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 slaves, including these slaves, are different to the master, very different.

Oh, what's the difference? If you really tell the truth, this bag of gold will be yours. If you can't tell, the master will pull out your meddling tongue first. Bartley was mysterious by the other party. The mysterious look aroused interest, and he looked at the other party playfully.

He has been paying attention to this guy for a long time, and has been looking for an opportunity to beat him up, but there is no suitable reason. After all, the other party has worked hard all the way, and it is mostly his credit that he can successfully find so many villages of Andes mountain people, but The other party's authentic Andes mountain face always reminded him of some bad memories, and he couldn't like it anyway. He didn't expect the other party to come to his door on his own initiative. This is a good opportunity.