The Origin of Arcane

Old Bolton not only went out in person, but also brought out his number one general Eriksen. Whether it was marching or camping, he was very organized. Whether it was an ambush or a night attack, we may find it difficult to get a bargain. If it's just a narrow victory, we won't be able to talk about the next step at all, and it won't make much sense, and I don't think the two of you would like to see such a situation. Xiao En explained patiently, after all, these two are his allies, not himself It would be unreasonable for his subordinates to change the plan without telling them.

As long as the scourge of old Bolton is eradicated, it's worth it even if we all stay here. Skull Crusher McGee said with red eyes.

When did you go out for reconnaissance? Clayton the Scavenger cared about things obviously different from McGee's. These days they were almost inseparable, and Sean had never acted alone.

The night before yesterday, we were only separated from Old Bolton by a mountain ridge, and I went out for four hours in the second half of the night. Sean said seriously, The reason why I changed the plan without telling you is because I am afraid that you will be killed. The hatred has gone to the head, the old Bolton is only a minor injury, the Bastille is the real cancer, if only the old Bolton is killed, it will not take long before other Boltons will appear, if the supreme ruler of the Man Yu army If the latter gets involved again, we will have a worse life. If we uproot the Bastille, it will directly cut off the old Bolton's back road. How strong is the castle, why not wait for work with ease.

The plan sounds perfect. Clayton said in a shadowy voice, but it's too idealistic. Bastille claims to have 8,000 defenders. Even if Old Bolton took away the most elite 3,000, there are still 8,000 soldiers left. How about five thousand? Don’t say five thousand, even if it’s one thousand, we alone won’t be able to chew through this hard bone, right? When old Bolton returns to the army to fight, we will become sandwich bread.”

If it's a strong attack, don't talk about us, even if there are ten times more people, if you want to bite the Bastille, you must be prepared to have a few teeth broken. Sean didn't take it seriously. If Clayton didn't If you ask any questions, that is the real problem, If you attack by surprise, especially at night, the success rate will be greatly improved. The Bastille's so-called 8,000 defenders include even the slaves driven by them. If it was in its heyday, these people would naturally not have any second thoughts, but now that the Bastille is at its weakest, we only need to disable the remaining regular troops in the Bastille, and those slaves will surrender without a fight.

It's still a little risky. Baleton the Scavenger muttered, agreeing with Sean's plan.

After all, the feasibility is not low, and all it brings are hunters and archers. Even if it is incorporated by Sean, it will at most shoot arrows in the distance. If the sign is wrong, immediately retreat with your own people, and never continue to meddle.

Sean is such an easy-witted kid, I obviously couldn't keep up with his train of thought, and I didn't even know that I was tricked by accident. I used to be able to play happily together because Sean didn't show any ambition, but this time Once the opponent was obviously different from before.

It's done, I still say the same thing, that old bastard Bolton is mine. McKee the Skull Crusher slapped his thigh heavily and gave Sean enough trust. Naturally, this kind of trust was not formed overnight.

In fact, there is a certain blood relationship between the two. Sean's grandmother was born in Shangshuizhai, and his mother Elena and McGee's father are also old acquaintances, and they have saved McGee's life twice.

Counting the one rescued by Sean, in McGee's own words, this kindness will not be cleared even in this life. Even if Sean took him to jump into the fire pit, he would not hesitate at all, let alone Xiao En has never let him suffer. The life of Shangshui Village has become better and better these years, thanks to Xiao En's mother and son.

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Kleist suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, panting heavily, and after a while, the focus of his eyes refocused.

He had nightmares again, and this was already the fifth day. On the night when Old Bolton led his troops out of the city, he slept a little unsteadily. He always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't remember it.

Since then, he has been haunted by nightmares, and he has no memory of what he dreamed of. He only thinks it is scary and terrifying, and he always has the illusion that his soul will be dragged into the abyss.

Kleist couldn't help tightening the Holy Ether Cross in his hand, wanting to get a little help from it.

However, judging from the traces above, it took no more than three days to make this holy etheric cross, and the prayers were recited stutteringly.

For this kind of believer who only burns incense for something, it is still unknown whether the Lord of Truth will give him asylum.

The uneasiness was even worse tonight. After praying three times in a row, Kleist not only did not calm down, but became even more restless. Even the maids in the outer room woke up and wanted to come in to serve, but he scolded them out.

Could it be that something happened to the city lord and the others? Kleist the Fox secretly muttered in his heart.

In the past few days, this was the only thing that made me think about it, but just as soon as this thought surfaced, it was suppressed by him.

Old Bolton brought out the most elite troops in Bastille, all of them were veterans who had seen blood and served for no less than five years, professional soldiers who were proficient in mountain warfare, and they were training all day long.

Several times, the entire Man Yu army leader, that is, the golden camel heavy cavalry of the Duke of Feilun, can exceed this level. Soldiers, at most, are field soldiers and recruiters. They work as farmers when they are idle, and soldiers when there is war.

Old Bolton and Bull Eriksson are both knowledgeable about military affairs, especially Bull Eriksson, who looks simple and reckless on the outside, but is actually just a means to confuse people. There are all kinds of generals and knights, and he has never seen one There are hundreds and eighty, but no one is as cautious as Eriksson.

In particular, his decades of prudence is even more admirable. This may be related to his origin as a gladiator. Only by being cautious can he walk out of that flesh mill alive.

Kleist the Fox put on his cloak and decided to go out to relax and take a few breaths of fresh air, which might help his insomnia.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Kleist felt a little regretful. The cold wind outside was not so bitter, but it also carried a stream of dampness on his face, like a drizzle, which made people very uncomfortable .

This is the place that Bastille criticized him the most. He is like being on the wind mouth of the Andes Mountains. There are 421 days a year, and there are 300 days of various winds.

Among them, the wind in autumn and winter is the most unbearable. Needless to say, the wind in winter is already freezing cold, and when the mountain wind blows like a knife, the whole person will not be well.

The wind in autumn makes people uncomfortable because there is a lot of rain in the Andes Mountains in autumn, and the mountain wind carries thick moisture, especially at night, which makes the temperature drop seven or eight degrees out of thin air. , The next day, you will be like a drowned rat, if you are not careful, you will be seriously ill.

Kleist the Fox gritted his teeth and rushed out. Although the past two years have been a bit pampered, but the foundation of being a regular knight is there, and a year and a half is not enough.

The personal guard hurriedly followed up with a torch. Kleist's low and muffled groan almost made the personal guard almost kneel down on the spot. This lord is a lenient and strict lord. Ren's head fell to the ground because of a little negligence.

It wasn't until the other party rushed towards the city in stride that the bodyguard heaved a long sigh of relief. It seemed that he had escaped a catastrophe today, so he must pay attention next time. If you let yourself fall into eternal sleep, it will be a loss to grandma's house.

Kleist, the fox who climbed the city wall, finally understood what he had missed, and where his greatest anxiety came from. Old Bolton took away too many elites, and he was safe, but Bastille became A giant sieve.

That's right, there are indeed more than 1,000 elites in the Bastille, and nearly 3,000 slaves of various colors, but the area that needs to be defended is too large, and there are at most 300 elites and 1,000 slaves who are sentry at night. soldiers, or even less.

Because Eriksen, the very strict bull, was out, these soldiers rarely found a chance to be lazy. Most of the guards on the night shift were sleeping in the arrow towers and towers, leaving only one or two slaves unconscious in the cold wind. sleepy.

If only one or two people were like this, it would be fine. Kleist walked seven or eight towers with this kind of virtue, and his whole body shook into a sieve in the cold wind, not frozen, but frightened.

The current Bastille's defense is useless, and he only needs to give him 300 elite soldiers who are proficient in climbing, and he can easily open the city gate of Bastille.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Enemy attack, enemy attack...uh...

The sudden stop of the gong and the sharp shouts were so ear-piercing in the cold wind that it made Kleist, the fox, feel like falling into a freezer. Sometimes things are just like this, and I am really afraid of something.

After a short period of stupefaction, Kleist the Fox kicked the squadron leader guarding the tower awake, and roared: Send the alarm quickly, there is an enemy attack. After finishing speaking, he ignored the squadron leader's reaction and rushed forward He ran towards the city wall where the warning signal had just been sent.

The captain of the squadron, who was able to guard a tower, was also a well-trained veteran. After a short period of confusion, he knocked on the police gong while kicking his own soldiers up, and at the same time, under the hazy moonlight, he shot out from the arrow hole. Look, suddenly gasped.

There are shadows on the city wall, and there are countless figures climbing up like apes. The seven or eight meter high city wall is useless. With the help of ropes, they jumped up in five or six seconds.

There were muffled grunts and strange grunts outside. He was no stranger to this sound. It was the last sound in history made by the blood pouring into the throat and mouth after the throat was cut open.