The Origin of Arcane

"Old Bolton not only went out in person, but even his top general Eriksson also brought out. Whether it is a march or a camp, there are very rules. Whether it is an ambush or a night attack, we are afraid it will be difficult to get a bargain. If it's just a narrow victory, we have no way to talk about the next step, and it's meaningless. I don't think the two would like to see that." Sean explained patiently. After all, these two are his allies, not himself. The subordinates of the People's Republic of China, changing the plan without authorization from them, is itself a matter of failure.

　　 "As long as the scourge of old Bolton is eradicated, it will be worthwhile for us to fold it all here." Skullcrusher McGee said with red eyes.

　　 "When did you go out for reconnaissance?" The scavenger Clayton's concerns are obviously different from McGee's. They are almost inseparable these days, and Sean has never been alone.

"On the night before yesterday, we were separated from Old Bolton by a mountain ridge. I used to go out four hourglasses in the second half of the night." Xiao En said with a serious face, "The reason why he didn't tell you, he changed the plan without authorization, is that The hatred dazzled his head. Old Bolton was only a minor injury, and Bastille was the real cancer. If he only killed Old Bolton, it would not take long for other Boltons to emerge. If it were the supreme ruler of Man Yu. We will not have a good life even if we are mixed in. If the Bastille is uprooted, it will directly break the back of old Bolton. The other party can only turn around and fight us hard, and let him taste what he built. How sturdy the castle is, and wait for work with ease, why not do it."

"The plan sounds perfect." Clayton said in a weird shadow. "But it is too idealistic. The Bastille is known as the defender of eight thousand. Even if the old Bolton took away the most elite three thousand, there is still left. How about five thousand? Let alone five thousand. Even if it is one thousand, we can’t eat this hard bone with us? When old Bolton returns to the army to fight, we will become sandwich bread."

"If it is a force attack, let alone our people, even if there are ten times more people, if you want to gnaw off the Bastille, you have to be prepared to break a few teeth." Sean doesn't care, if Clayton doesn't. Asking any questions, that’s the real thing. "If it is a surprise attack, especially a night attack, the success rate will be greatly improved. The 8,000 defenders of the Bastille, which are known as the Bastille, include even the slaves driven by them. If it were the heyday, these people would naturally not have any double hearts, but now the Bastille is in its weakest time, we only need to maimed the remaining regular troops of the Bastille, and those slaves will surrender without a fight."

"It's still a bit risky." Baleton the Scavenger murmured, agreeing with Sean's plan. After all, the feasibility is not low, and it brings Hunter Archers, even if it is included by Sean. At most, it is to shoot arrows from a distance. It is McGee's people who are really charging and fighting, and they have made up their minds. If the signs are not right, they will immediately retreat with their own people, and will never continue to blend in. This kid, Sean, has a big head. So, I obviously can’t keep up with his thoughts, and I don’t even know if I accidentally got trapped. I used to be able to play together happily because Sean didn’t show any ambitions, but this time the other party was obviously different from the past. .

"It's done, I still said that. The old **** Bolton belongs to me." Skullcrusher McGee slapped his thigh heavily and gave Sean enough trust. This kind of trust is naturally not formed overnight, if it is true. If you get up, there is still a certain blood relationship between the two. Sean’s grandmother was born in Shangshui Village. His mother Elena and McGee’s father are also old acquaintances. They have saved McGee’s life twice. One time when Sean rescued, in McGee’s own words, this kindness is unclear even in this life. Even if Sean took him to the fire pit, he didn’t have any hesitation, let alone Sean. He has never suffered a loss, Shangshui Village has been getting better and better these years, and Xiao En's mother and son have contributed.

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Kleist sat up suddenly from the bed, sweating profusely, breathing heavily, after a while, the focus of his eyes reunited, he had a nightmare again, this was the fifth day, old Bolton led the soldiers The night he was out of the city, he slept a bit unsteadily. He always felt that he had missed something, but he couldn’t remember anything. Since then, he has had nightmares. He has no impression of what he has dreamed of. He just feels very awkward. Horror, there is always the illusion that your soul will be dragged into the abyss.

Klester couldn't help but tightened the Holy Ether Cross in his hands, wanting to draw a little help from it, but from the traces above, it took no more than three days to make the Holy Ether Cross, and the prayers were also chanted. Kumbling, for this kind of believer who burns incense only when something happens, it is really unknown whether the Lord of Truth will give him shelter.

　　 Tonight's anxiety was especially worse. After praying three times in a row, Klester not only did not calm down, but became more restless. Even the maid in the outhouse woke up and wanted to come in to serve, but he yelled out.

"Could it be that something happened to the city lord and them?" Kleist the creepy fox muttered in his heart, only this matter has made him worry about it these days, but such a thought has just risen and it has been extinguished by him. , Old Bolton brought out the most elite troops of the Bastille. They were all veterans who had seen blood and served no less than five years. They were professional soldiers who were proficient in mountain warfare. In addition to training or training, the entire Manyu army was counted throughout the day. That is to say, Duke Faerun’s direct golden camel heavy cavalry can exceed this level, and the remaining soldiers, whether they are frontier soldiers in various military forts, or local defenders in major cities, are not professional soldiers, at most they are field soldiers. And recruiting soldiers, for farming when idle, and soldiers when there is war.

Old Bolton and Bull Eriksson are both knowledgeable soldiers, especially Bull Eriksson, who looks simple and reckless in appearance, but is actually just a way to confuse people. There are all kinds of generals and knights. He has never seen one. There are also eighty hundred, but no one is as cautious as Eriksson, especially the cautiousness that has been for decades, which is even more admirable. This may be related to the origin of his gladiator. Only by cautiousness can he learn from that flesh and blood. Come out alive in the mill.

　　 Kleist the creepy fox puts on a cloak, decides to go out to relax, take two breaths of fresh air, which may help his insomnia.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Kleist regretted it a bit. The cold wind outside was not piercing, but there was also a damp damp rushing on his face, like a drizzle, which made people very uncomfortable. This is the place where Bastille most criticizes him. He is equivalent to being in the wind of the Andes Mountains. There are 421 days a year and 300 days of various winds.

Among them, the winds of autumn and winter are the most unbearable. Needless to say, the winds of winter are cold and frozen. In addition, when the mountain wind blows like a knife, the whole person is not good; autumn The wind is uncomfortable because the autumn rains in the Andes Mountains are too much, and the mountain breeze is full of thick humidity, especially at night, making the temperature seven or eight degrees lower out of thin air. If you don’t have any precautions to blow it all night, The next day, like Luo Tangji, if you are not careful, you will suffer a serious illness.

The sly fox Kleist gritted his teeth and rushed out. Although he has been a bit pampered in the past two years, his foundation as a regular knight lay there, and he couldn't eat for a year or a half. The personal guards hurriedly held torches. Coming up, Kleist’s low hum caused the personal guard to almost kneel down on the spot. This master treats himself generously and is strict with others. His predecessors were due to a little negligence. But when the head fell, the bodyguard breathed a long sigh of relief until the opponent ran towards the city with a large stride. It seems that he has escaped a disaster today. Next time you must pay attention to the night shift and never doze off. , If it’s because of a momentary snooze that makes me fall into eternal sleep, then I will lose my grandma's house.

The creepy fox Kleist ascending the city wall finally understood what he had missed, and where his greatest anxiety came from. Old Bolton took too many elites. He was foolproof, but the Bastille became A huge sieve.

That’s right, there are still more than 1,000 elites in the Bastille, and there are nearly 3,000 slaves of various colors~www.readwn.com~ but the area that needs to be defended is too big to be able to stand. The rotation is day and night, and there are at most 300 guards at night. The elite took a thousand slave soldiers, or even less, because the very demanding bull Eriksson went out. These soldiers rarely found opportunities to be lazy. Most of the night guards were sleeping in the arrow towers and towers with their heads covered, leaving only The next two slave soldiers were drowsy in the cold wind. If only one or two of them were like this, Klester walked seven or eight towers in a row, all of this virtue, and the whole person was shaking in the cold wind. The sieve is not cold, but frightened.

　　 The defense of the Bastille at the moment is in vain, only need to give him 300 elite soldiers proficient in climbing, he can easily open the gate of the Bastille.

　　 "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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

　　 The abruptly stopped gongs and sharp shouts, so harsh in the cold wind, make Klester the creepy fox like an ice storehouse, sometimes things are just this inch, really afraid of something.

After a brief stupefaction, Kleist the creepy fox kicked the squadron captain guarding the tower and roared: "Hurry up and issue a warning, there is an enemy attack." After speaking, he ignored the response of the squadron leader and took the lead. Ran along the wall where the warning had just come.

The squadron who can guard a tower is also a well-trained veteran. After a brief period of confusion, while knocking on the police gong, he kicked his soldiers up, and at the same time, he moved away from the arrow with the hazy moonlight. Look, I took a breath of air, and the shadows on the city wall are fascinating. There are countless figures climbing up like apes. The seven or eight-meter-high city wall is virtually empty. With the help of a rope, it jumped up in five or six seconds. There was a muffled grunt and weird grunt. This sound was not unfamiliar to him. It was the last sound in this history when blood poured back into the throat and mouth after a person's throat was slit.