The Origin of Arcane

I think I'm more suitable for this job. This time, it was also the Chief of Military Staff who spoke out, but his self-recommendation somewhat raised eyebrows.

For it was Bran, the son of Ben Hebrew, who spoke this time.

To be honest, his identity is somewhat different from that of ordinary people.

Although the Walled City Alliance has long been dissipated, and the Three Caves Alliance has been eaten and digested by the leader of the Yongye Army, Ban Hebrew's status in the leader of the Yongye Army is still a bit detached, and his potential influence is still not small.

After all, he was born in a veteran power, and his behavior over the years is not particularly bad. Even if many people have a brand new life and identity, they still have to respectfully call him Old City Lord when they see him.

Some things have been rooted in the bones and will not change easily.

What's more, Ban Hebrew is a veteran control-level warlock. After joining the Yongye Army Leader, he went a step further and stepped to the peak of his personal strength. He is a control-level warlock and a champion knight in one. The number one expert in the field, this alone also gave him a lot of points.

As for the former leader of the Sword of Saint Ether, Darnell, he is only preaching in the Eternal Night Army, but he does not belong to their subordinates. He may participate in wars like the invasion of the mountain Kentana barbarians, but the march like this one is hopeless. He would never touch anything about the swamp.

Because in his opinion, the leader of the Yongye army this time is playing the role of an invader.

Since joining the Eternal Night Army, Ban Hebrew has done exactly the same as Bull Eriksson did at the time. He lived in seclusion, completely cut off contact with his former subordinates, and devoted himself to being his chief of staff.

Doing so will earn you more respect.

When Bran spoke, everyone looked at Ban Hebrew instead.

Look at what I do. In this room, we are not father and son, but colleagues. Ban Hebrew said flatly, He is already the father of three children, and he can be responsible for his words and deeds.

Finally, he added: If there is a chance, it would be nice to have more opportunities to practice. In all fairness, Chief of Staff Brann is indeed more suitable than Chief of Staff Kelman. If something unexpected happens, he has a greater hope of escape.

What Ban Heber was talking about was naturally Brann's status as a secret-level magician, especially the dark system, which is said to be the best at hiding traces along with the light system.

Let's discuss this matter in the long term! Sean said and put the issue on hold.

According to their usual style of conduct, knowing that there is a huge danger, they will not send their own people there so hastily, and they will definitely make plans in every aspect.

It is not too late to determine the candidates after the corresponding plan is formulated and perfected.

The swamp of despair stared at by countless pairs of eyes is not as calm as outsiders see.

The abnormal natural climate has seriously affected the life of the crocodile people.

Due to the particularity of its composition, the Swamp of Despair is still different from ordinary swamps.

As a result, the formation age is relatively short, and the excess water mainly comes from the Andes Mountains. The water contains more minerals and nutrients. It is a very typical nutrient-rich swamp, which means that it can support a large number of plants. As long as there are plants, Regardless of whether it is aquatic or terrestrial, there will naturally be all kinds of creatures, no matter aquatic, amphibious, crawling, or flying.

Secondly, although it was known as the Jiangnan Plain back then, only less than one-third of the middle and lower reaches of the area that really belonged to the plain, and the other two-thirds were either adjacent to the Cartel hilly area or located in the Andes Mountains. Naturally, the veins will not be so flat.

Those once small hills, just like the mountains in the Andes inland lake before the recurrent flow, have become swampy islands, which are the main gathering places of the crocodile tribe.

The arable area that these swampy islands can provide is pitifully small, and the main source of livelihood for the crocodile people is naturally the abundant fish in the water.

When the water level began to drop sharply, a large number of aquatic plants died, which in turn led to the death of a large number of fish.

And their lifestyle of fishing and hunting is destined not to have too much food in storage.

Once the catch decreases, they immediately face a food crisis.

At the beginning, the crocodile tribe didn't take it seriously, happily picking up the aquatic products that were exposed because the water level receded.

Just treat it as a normal weather cycle. In this situation, the Swamp of Despair has appeared several times before, but each time it will not exceed two months at most, and it will recover.

Unexpectedly, this time the anomaly lasted for a year and a half. After entering the supposedly rainy summer, the situation became worse. Countless ponds and swamps were drying up, exposing the dry and cracked ground below.

Faced with these parched lands, the first reaction of the crocodile people was not ecstasy, but deep despair.

Just as their ancestors faced the flooding situation, it was even more intense.

After all, their ancestors faced environmental changes far less violently and quickly than they did.

They have adapted to a new way of life. Just like the Andes people, they have long forgotten the farming skills of their ancestors. Even in the face of fertile and oily land, they don't know how to farm. The gold mine is in trouble and worry about the city.

For the first time, the crocodile tribe no longer cursed the endless rainy season, but looked forward to its early arrival.

But this time they are destined to be disappointed, because what they are facing is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

They can never go back to the way of life they have maintained for nearly three hundred years.

But the crocodile people who live in it don't have such a long-term vision. For the dwindling food in front of them, towns and towns, villages and villages, villagers and villagers are fighting fiercely. Countless corpses have become rations for war crocodiles. And the nutrients of the drying up swamp, the entire swamp of despair is full of smog.

Under such circumstances, Wyander and his servant and friend Wycliffe, who grew up together, returned to their hometown of Lauthander from the city of Gerch.

Wynde said heartbrokenly: My dear clansmen, they are about to face catastrophe, and now they are still fighting for some trivial gains, and they have to wait until the death of the family before they wake up. ?

Wycliffe comforted at the side: Young Patriarch, it's not all their fault. The natural danger of the Desperate Swamp, although keeping countless prying eyes out, is also a natural cage, trapping our clansmen here. I don’t know how to open my eyes to see the outside world, and many people spend their whole lives thinking that the whole world is like a swamp of despair!”

Wycliffe waved his arms vigorously and said: Fortunately, the two of us ran out, knowing the situation outside and getting precious news, it's not too late, when the time comes, relying on the prestige of the old patriarch, we can climb a Huh, there are bound to be followers like clouds, and those greedy peepers will definitely be buried in this land forever.

Wynder didn't look good because of the other party's comfort, but said more worriedly: We sneaked out at the beginning, and when we meet, my father won't give us a chance to talk, and will directly break our legs of!

Wycliffe smiled wryly in his heart. The young patriarch of his family was good at everything, but he was too afraid of the old patriarch since he was a child, and it didn't lessen with the passage of time.

Before departure, he was full of righteous indignation and high spirits, but as he kept approaching his hometown, his fear of the old patriarch seemed to be even stronger.

Be careful. Wyander yanked Wycliffe violently.

Wycliffe's foot was about to hit the ground, and he pulled it back abruptly.

When it was retracted, half of the foot had already slipped into the wet ground.

Damn, I didn't expect these mud traps to become more terrifying and harder to identify after the drought. Wycliffe couldn't help changing his color slightly. Just now, even with a companion, it was quite troublesome, because it was The most troublesome mud trap in Swamp of Despair.

There is only a thin layer of dry soil on the top, and the bottom is the mud that has fermented and rotted for hundreds of years. It is like the big mouth of a greedy monster. Once any creature sinks in, it will bite until it is completely swallowed, and then Corroded and rotted, becoming part of its body.

Among the crocodile people in the Swamp of Despair, there are many legends about them.

It is said that there are monsters that feed on innocent lives, and these natural mud pits are the nests and natural hunting traps they made. As they grow up, the mud traps will also grow up.

Wyander and Wycliffe, who had broadened their horizons outside, scoffed at this statement, thinking that it was just used by those old people to scare children away from the mud trap.

However, in many crocodile villages, they firmly believe in this legend, and even regard them as indigenous gods, and use some living animals to worship them. Among them, the blood sacrifice of captives is the highest standard and the most grandiose.

There is also a legend that is very marketable, that they are the entrances and exits of the underworld, from which one can directly enter the world of the dead, and some crocodile people who can't imagine will end their lives in this way.

There is another legend, which is somewhat similar to the first one. It is also a monster, but after the gluttonous monster was killed by the hero, its stomach fell to the ground and turned into a mud trap, still maintaining the greed it had in life.

No matter which one, it is directly linked to death, which fully demonstrates their status in the minds of the crocodiles.

Hundreds of crocodile people are buried in it every year, let alone those who are not familiar with the environment.

Due to the abnormal weather, the mud traps that were already difficult to identify were even more camouflaged. This was the fourth time they had entered the Swamp of Despair.

It was definitely not the most dangerous time. The last time Wynder got half of his body sunk and was dragged out by Wycliffe forcefully.

This is also the reason why the crocodile people have formed a tradition of never acting alone. Most of the natural traps in the Swamp of Despair cannot break free by their own ability.

Just when Wycliffe had just stabilized his figure, a gigantic creature rushed out from the swamp on the other side without a sound.

This time Wycliffe didn't panic, and with a very familiar short body, he hit the opponent's broad jaw firmly.

The impact of a knight who was only one step away from the big knight was not so easy to bear. He lost control of his body on the spot and flew several meters across.

At this time, Wynder's combo also arrived, a weapon similar to a paddle, which slapped it heavily on the head, making it fall into a semi-dizzy state, unable to get up for a long time.

Wynd did not make up for the fatal blow, but kicked it back into the swamp, muttering: Next time choose your prey carefully, not everyone can provoke it.

The gigantic creature tossed and tumbled in the water, then disappeared.

The creature that just tried to hunt them down was the war crocodile, a species unique to the Swamp of Despair.

War crocodiles are a type of crocodile, but there is a big difference from ordinary crocodiles, not only because they are larger in size, often two or three meters, but also because they are thinner, with longer limbs and higher chassis, not only for swimming in water A strong player, running on land is also not slow.

As long as they have a certain initial speed, they can also gallop across the muddy swamp that the crocodile people talk about. The secret lies in their thicker flippers, which can spread their weight when they are opened.

The crocodile tribe may not have understood the principle, but it did not prevent them from making swamp boots based on them.

Undoubtedly, war crocodiles evolved from the complex geographical environment of the Swamp of Despair, and they are more adapted to the unique environment of the Swamp of Despair than the crocodiles - the former Swamp of Despair.

The relationship between the crocodile tribe and the war crocodile is very close. Most of the families have the habit of raising war crocodile in captivity. Good helpers, as long as there is water, they can be free-range, and they will solve most of their food by themselves.

Moreover, the IQ of the war crocodile is only higher than that of most dogs. Even the wild war crocodile has already formed a model of peaceful coexistence with the crocodile tribe. As long as the food is not scarce or urgent, the two sides will not hunt each other .

The current situation should be biased towards the latter. Even these natural hunters are now facing the predicament of scarce food, and some are hungry.

Also, it took too long for Wynd and Wycliffe to leave the Swamp of Despair, and the unique aura of the crocodiles on them faded a lot.

who?

Turning around, the two were surrounded by more war crocodiles.

Unlike the wild one in front, these were raised in captivity by the crocodile tribe, so they were only eager to try, and did not directly attack.

Hey, hey, brother, don't get excited, we are our own people, our own people... Pooh, is that you? Wyender said to the oldest one among the several crocodile people.

The middle-aged crocodile looked Wyander and Wycliffe up and down, and said hesitantly, Who are you?

Uncle Pooh, is it really you? It's us, little Wyander and little Wycliffe. Wyndre waved his hands excitedly. After nearly ten years, he was extremely excited to see his clansman again.

Little Wynder and little Wycliffe? It took the middle-aged crocodile named Pooh nearly ten seconds to combine the two with the faces in his memory, and said with wide eyes in surprise, Wynder ? Salof? Wycliffe? Amry?

That's right, it's us, it's us. This time, not only Wynder, but also Wycliffe nodded excitedly.

God of water, it's really the two of you. Aren't you two swallowed by the mud? Why did you suddenly appear again? Could it be that you escaped from the world of the dead? Although Pooh confirmed their identities, Pooh There wasn't much excitement, more surprise, but the tense atmosphere eased somewhat.

Wyander and Wycliffe looked at each other in blank dismay, apparently they did not expect such a misunderstanding when they ran away from home.

Having said that, it is quite normal to have such misunderstandings. After all, after they ran away from home, they brought only a handful of letters to their families, and it is unknown whether they brought them.