"I think I'm more suitable for this job." The person who spoke out this time was also the Chief of Military Staff, but his self-recommendation was somewhat raising eyebrows.
Because the person who spoke out this time was Bran, the son of Ban Hebrew.
To be honest, his identity is somewhat different from ordinary people.
Although the Walled City Alliance has long since disappeared, and the Three Cave Alliance has been eaten up and digested by the Eternal Night Army Leader, Ban Hebrew's status in the Eternal Night Army Leader is still somewhat aloof, and his potential influence is still considerable.
After all, he came from a veteran force, and his behavior over the years has not been particularly bad. Many people, even though they have a new life and identity, still respectfully address him as "Old City Lord" when meeting him.
Some things have been ingrained in the bones and will not change easily.
What's more, Ban Hebrew is a veteran control-level warlock. After joining the Eternal Night Army Leader, he has taken a step further and reached the pinnacle of his personal strength. He combines a control-level warlock and a champion knight. He is truly the leader of the Eternal Night Army.
He is the number one master, and this alone gives him a lot of points.
As for Darnell, the former leader of the Holy Ether Sword, he only preached in the Eternal Night Army and was not one of their subordinates. He might participate in a war like the invasion of the Kentana barbarians in the mountains, but an advance like this is hopeless.
He would never get involved in swamp matters.
Because in his opinion, the leader of the Yongye Army acted as an intruder this time.
Since joining the Eternal Night Army, Ben Hebrew has done exactly what Bull Erikson did back then, living in seclusion, completely cutting off contact with his former subordinates, and focusing on being his chief of staff.
In doing so, he won more respect for himself.
When Bronn spoke up, everyone looked at Ban Hebrew.
"Look at what I do. In this room, we are not father and son, but colleagues." Ban Hebrew said calmly, "He is already the father of three children and can be responsible for his own words and deeds."
Finally, he added: "It would be good if there is an opportunity to get more experience. To be fair, Chief of Staff Roland is indeed more suitable than Chief of Staff Kelman. Once something unexpected happens, Roland has greater hope of escape.
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What Ban Hebrew was talking about was of course Brann's identity as a Whisperer-level warlock, especially the dark type, which, along with the light type, was the best at hiding traces.
"Let's consider this matter in the long term!" Sean said and put the issue aside.
According to their usual behavior, they would not send their own people there so rashly when they knew there was a huge danger, and they would definitely make all-round plans.
It is not too late to decide on the candidate after the corresponding plan is formulated and completed.
The swamp of despair, stared at by countless pairs of eyes, is not as peaceful as outsiders see it.
The abnormal natural climate has seriously affected the life of the Crocodile people.
Due to the special nature of its composition, the Swamp of Despair is different from ordinary swamps.
First of all, the formation age is relatively short, and the excess water mainly comes from the Andes Mountains. The water contains more minerals and nutrients, making it a very typical eutrophic swamp, which means that it can support a large number of plants. As long as there are plants,
Regardless of whether they are aquatic or terrestrial, there are naturally no shortage of all kinds of creatures, whether aquatic, amphibious, crawling, or flying.
Secondly, although it was known as the Jiangnan Plain, the area that was truly a plain was only less than one-third of the middle and lower reaches. The other two-thirds were either adjacent to the Cartel Hilly Area or in the remainder of the Andes Mountains.
The veins will naturally not be so flat.
Those former hills, just like the mountains in the Andis inland lake before the reflow, have turned into swampy islands, which are the main gathering places of the Crocodile tribe.
The cultivated area provided by these swampy islands is pitifully small, and the main source of livelihood for the Crocodile people is naturally the abundant fish caught in the water.
When the water level begins to drop sharply, a large number of aquatic plants die, which in turn leads to the death of a large number of fish.
And with their lifestyle of fishing and hunting, they were destined not to have much food reserves.
Once the catch decreases, they immediately face a food crisis.
At the beginning, the crocodile tribesmen did not take it seriously and happily picked up the aquatic products exposed due to the subsidence of the water level.
Just treat it as a normal weather cycle. This situation has occurred in the Swamp of Despair several times before, but it will recover within no more than two months each time.
Who would have thought that this abnormality lasted for a year and a half. After entering the summer, which is supposed to be rainy, the situation became worse. Numerous ponds and swamps were drying up, exposing the dry and cracked ground below.
Facing these dry and cracked lands, the first reaction of the Crocodile people was not ecstasy, but deep despair.
It was just like their ancestors faced floods and rains, or even more severe.
After all, their ancestors faced far less drastic and rapid changes in the environment than they did.
They have adapted to a new way of life. Just like the Andis people, they have long forgotten the farming skills of their ancestors. Even when faced with fertile and oily land, they do not know how to farm it, but instead keep it.
The gold mine is located in the city of Pengchou.
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 face 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.
However, the crocodile tribesmen among them did not have such a long-term vision. They fought fiercely between towns and cities, villages and villages, and villagers for the dwindling food in front of them. Countless corpses were turned into war crocodile rations.
and the nutrients of the drying swamp, the entire Despair Swamp is full of smoke.
In this case, Wyande and his servant and friend Wycliffe, who had grown up with him since childhood, returned to their hometown of Lausanne from Getch.
Wyande said sadly: "My dear people, they are about to face a disaster. Now they are still fighting for some trivial profits. They will not wake up until their race is exterminated."
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Wycliffe consoled him from the side: "Young patriarch, this is not entirely their fault. Although the natural dangers of the Despair Swamp keep out countless prying eyes, it is also a natural cage that traps our people here.
Without opening their eyes to see the outside world, many people spend their entire lives thinking that the whole world is like a swamp of despair!"
Wycliffe waved his arms full of energy and said: "Fortunately, there are still two of us who ran out, knew the situation outside, and obtained precious information. It is not too late. By then, with the prestige of the old patriarch, we can climb a height."
Huh, there will definitely be followers like clouds, and those greedy peepers will definitely be buried in this land forever."
Wyande didn't look good because of the other person's comfort. Instead, he said even more worriedly: "We ran away secretly. When we meet, my father won't give us a chance to speak and will directly break our legs."
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Wycliffe smiled bitterly in his heart. The young patriarch of his family was good at everything, but he had been too afraid of the old patriarch since he was a child, and it did not lessen as time went by.
I was full of indignation and high spirits before setting off, but as I got closer to my hometown, my fear of the old patriarch seemed to be getting worse.
"Be careful." Wyande pulled Wycliffe fiercely.
Wycliffe's foot, which was about to hit the ground, forcefully pulled back.
When I took it back, half of my feet had already slipped into the soft ground.
"Damn it, I didn't expect that after the drought, these mud traps would become more terrifying and even harder to identify." Wycliffe couldn't help but change his color slightly. He had just implemented this step. Even with a companion, it was quite troublesome, because this was
The most troublesome mud trap in the Swamp of Despair.
There is only a thin layer of dry soil on top, and below is the mud that has fermented and rotted for hundreds of years. It is like the mouth of a greedy monster. Once any creature sinks in, it will bite until it is completely swallowed up, and then
It corrodes and rots and becomes part of its body.
Among the Despair Swamp crocodile tribe, there are many legends about them.
It is said that monsters that feed on innocent lives live inside, and these natural mud pits are the nests and natural hunting traps they create. As they grow up, the mud traps will also grow up.
Wyande and Wycliffe, who had broadened their horizons outside, sneered at this statement, thinking that it was just used by the old people to scare children and keep them away from the mud traps.
However, many Crocodile tribesmen villages firmly believe in this legend and even regard them as indigenous gods and worship them with some living animals. Among them, the blood sacrifice of captives is the highest standard and the most powerful.
There is also a popular legend, which believes that they are entrances and exits to the netherworld, from which one can directly enter the world of the dead. Some unimaginable Crocodile tribesmen 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, but it still maintained its greed in life.
No matter which one, it is directly linked to death, which fully demonstrates their status in the hearts of the crocodile people.
Every year, hundreds of crocodile tribesmen are buried in it, not to mention people who are unfamiliar with the environment.
Due to the abnormal weather, the already difficult-to-identify mud traps were even more camouflaged. This was the fourth time they entered the Swamp of Despair.
It's definitely not the most dangerous one. Last time, half of Wyande's body got stuck in, and he was forcefully dragged out by Wycliffe.
This is also the reason why the Crocodile people have a tradition of never acting alone. Most of the natural traps in the Swamp of Despair cannot be broken out by one's own ability.
Just when Wycliffe had just stood firm, a huge creature silently rushed out of the swamp on the other side.
This time Wycliffe did not panic, and with an extremely mature short body, he hit the opponent's broad jaw firmly.
The impact of a knight who was only one step away from the great knight was not easy to bear. He lost control of his body on the spot and flew several meters away.
At this time, Wyande's combo also arrived, a weapon somewhat similar to a paddle, hitting it hard on the head, causing it to fall into a semi-dazzled state and unable to get up for a while.
Wyande did not deal a fatal blow, but kicked it back into the swamp, muttering: "Be careful when choosing your prey next time, not everyone can offend it."
The huge creature tossed in the water and then disappeared.
The creature that just tried to hunt them was the war crocodile, a species unique to the Swamp of Despair.
War crocodiles are a type of crocodile, but they are quite different from ordinary crocodiles, not only because they are larger, often two or three meters tall, but also because they are slimmer, have longer limbs, and have a higher chassis, making them not only suitable for swimming in the water
A strong athlete is not slow when running on land.
As long as they have a certain initial speed, they can fly across the mud swamps that the crocodile tribe talks about. The secret lies in their thicker flippers, which can spread their weight when spread out.
The Crocodile Tribe may not have understood the principles, but that didn't stop them from making swamp boots based on them.
There is no doubt that War Crocodiles evolved based on the complex geographical environment of the Swamp of Despair. They are more adapted to the unique environment of the Swamp of Despair - the former Swamp of Despair - than the Crocodiles.
The crocodile people have a very close relationship with war crocodiles, and most families have the habit of raising war crocodiles in captivity. To ordinary people, these ferocious hunters, whether they are looking after homes and homes, fishing and hunting, admiring or fighting in conflicts.
Good helpers, they can be kept free-range as long as there is water, and they will solve most of their food by themselves.
Moreover, the IQ of war crocodiles is higher than that of most dogs. Even wild war crocodiles have long formed a pattern of peaceful coexistence with the crocodile tribe. As long as food is not scarce or they are in a hurry, the two sides will not hunt each other.
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The current situation probably favors the latter. Even these natural hunters are now facing the dilemma of scarce food, and some are not selective about what they eat.
Also, Wyande and Wycliffe had been away from the Swamp of Despair for too long, and the unique aura of the Crocodile Tribe in them had faded a lot.
"Who?"
As soon as they turned around, the two of them were surrounded by more war crocodiles.
Unlike the previous wild one, these were kept in captivity by the crocodile tribe, so they were just eager to try and did not launch a direct attack.
"Hey, hey, brother, don't get excited, we are our own people, our own people... Pooh, is that you?" Wyande said to the oldest of the several crocodile tribesmen.
The middle-aged crocodile tribesman looked at Wyande and Wycliffe up and down, and said hesitantly: "Who are you?"
"Uncle Winnie, is it really you? It's us, little Wyande and little Wycliffe." Wyande waved his hands excitedly. He was extremely excited to see his own people again after nearly ten years.
"Little Wyande and Little Wycliffe?" The middle-aged crocodile tribesman named Winnie spent nearly ten seconds to overlap the two people with the faces in his memory. His eyes widened in surprise and said: "Wyande
?Sarov? Wycliffe? Anre?"
"Yes, it's us, it's us." This time, not only Wyande, but also Wycliffe nodded excitedly.
"Honorable Water God, it's really you two. Weren't you two swallowed by the mire? Why did you suddenly appear again? Could it be that you escaped from the world of the dead?" Although the identities of the two were confirmed, Pooh
There was not much excitement, more surprise, but the tense atmosphere was somewhat relieved.
Wyande and Wycliffe looked at each other, obviously not expecting that their running away from home would lead to such a misunderstanding.
Having said that, it is quite normal for such misunderstandings to occur. After all, after they ran away from home, they brought only a handful of letters to their families, and it is unknown whether they have brought them to their families.