Everything about the Bastille is closely related to the Andes Mountains. Just as the Andean mountaineers pay attention to the movements of the Bastille all the time, the Bastille also pays attention to the Andes Mountains all the time.
Especially in the past ten years or so, after the old Bolton no longer waited for the ghost slaves to appear on their own, but began to consciously cultivate the ghost slaves himself, his control over the information in the Andis Mountains reached a new level.
Of course, this kind of information is not real-time information. By the time various information reaches him, a year and a half has usually passed, but overall it is enough. After all, he only needs to know whether there is a large force rising in the mountains.
Already.
In recent years, Sean Tang has frequently appeared in his information, but it's nothing major, more of a variety of good reputations.
He has a good reputation among the young Andis mountain people, and he is a born awakened flame warlock. It is said that he is born with wisdom, erudite and wise. He has been charitable since he was a child and enjoys teaching orphans.
Old Bolton's attention to him was limited to this. After living for so many years, he had seen many kinds of geniuses. The grass on most of the graves of geniuses of his generation was already growing taller. Geniuses were often accompanied by various people.
This kind of fight not only made them famous, but also brought them many unexpected dangers. If they play with fire too much, they will naturally get burned.
There are also some geniuses who will eventually disappear from the crowd as they grow older. Many geniuses are self-proclaimed. Even if you really have some ability, when you are addicted to the aura of genius and cannot extricate yourself, you will be eliminated as time goes by.
It is inevitable that people will be left behind. It is undeniable that there are successful geniuses in this world, but they are rare.
Old Bolton had seen that the greatest genius among the people of Andis was undoubtedly Derrick, the king of Andis. His rise was extremely fast, and before he could fully react, the opponent had already reached the city, but died.
Even faster, after a not so tough battle, this genius fell like a meteor, still in his hands.
Now it seems that he underestimated this young man.
"Send sentinels, send a few more sentinels, no, send out the sharpshooters team, send out all the sharpshooters, and be sure to find out the current situation in Bastille." Old Burton did not shy away from Clayton.
No general with a little bit of military knowledge will formulate his own battle plan based on other people's intelligence. It is inevitable to send his own people to verify the information.
Clinton the Scavenger was not only not displeased, but also very happy. This meant that the other party attached great importance to the information he brought. His mature and steady style meant that the other party was not shocked by the bad news. This increased his confidence somewhat.
Point, he is now forced to be tied to Old Bolton, and he sincerely hopes that he can win the final victory of this war.
"Yes." Bull Eriksson took the order and left. His inner anxiety was no less than that of old Bolton. Bastille was not only Bolton's life's work, but also his life's work. If conditions didn't allow it,
, he even wanted to lead a team to check the situation of Bastille in person.
"Tell me about that young genius." As expected of a man who has experienced countless storms, Old Bolton quickly regained control of his emotions because he knew that anger and anger could not change the fact that had already happened.
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"Well... I really don't know much. I haven't dealt with him as many times as I have with the Lord of the City."
"Then tell me as much as you know." Old Burton focused his attention on Sean. He knew Skullcrusher McGee too well. He was just a brainless fool who could not achieve great things. The Bastille was captured.
, the core problem is still with this young man who is the leader. Trying to restore this person's style of doing things based on the other party's past behavior, but you are doomed to be disappointed.
Scavenger Clayton’s knowledge of Sean is indeed limited. Apart from knowing that he is a gifted warlock, has a warlock mother, has good medical skills, and has adopted a group of orphans in the mountains, the rest is all hearsay.
, he himself couldn't tell the truth from the false. Most of them were words of praise, and most of them were about his medical skills and his conduct as a person.
This is not very different from the information that Old Bolton has. This undoubtedly illustrates a problem. Although the opponent is a young boy, his style of doing things is impeccable, which is something that many old foxes cannot do. He is definitely a difficult opponent.
After a short discussion, Old Bolton did not immediately return to the Bastille, but divided his troops into two places. Old Bolton led the main force to station on the spot, while Bull Erikson led two school guards and rushed to the great knight Ajie at starry night.
Er's stationed area to carry out rescue work.
The plan could not keep up with the rapid changes. The sudden changes in the Bastille turned the fourth heir of the Phelan family, who was still waiting for rescue in the mountains, from a hot potato into a piece of meat. If necessary, he could be used to ask the Phelan family to help.
In exchange for corresponding help, no matter whether the fourth heir lying in the mountain is welcomed or not, as long as he bears the name of the Phelan family, the Phelan family cannot completely sit idly by.
Secondly, there is a real great knight there. They rescued the Bastille they lost. If the old Bolton counterattacked the Bastille, the other party should provide help due to circumstances and reasons.
At this time, the addition of a big knight will be of great help to them. With the addition of Bull Erikson, they will have two big knights in charge. Then they will face a team with only one big knight, Skullcrusher McGee.
The enemy is oppressed by high-end force, and the great knight without corresponding high-end force will be a humanoid formation-breaking machine on the battlefield.
The straight-line distance between Old Bolton and the slave hunting team was no more than a hundred miles. Even though the road was a bit roundabout, Bull Erikson had already found the simple camp of the slave hunting team before sunset the next day under the circumstances of Bull Erikson's rapid march.
Even a veteran like Erikson couldn't bear to look directly at the miserable conditions inside the formation.
In the riot on the mountain ridge, due to the armor protection, even if they rolled down the mountain ridge, the probability of the slave hunters surviving was as high as 50 to 60%.
What seemed to be an extremely lucky thing at first became extremely cruel in the absence of medical treatment. The wounds that were not treated in time began to fester and rot, exuding a disgusting smell.
All kinds of flies are flying all over the sky. It is obviously late autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge. It is obviously not suitable for most insects to move, but so many bugs appear out of nowhere. Many wounds are covered with white flowers, and fat maggots are coming in and out.
, which makes people shudder.
Ajer had already led those who were not injured to start anew and established another smaller camp not far away. However, the location was not well chosen. This camp was also filled with a strong rancid smell, and many soldiers looked a bit grim.
Something is wrong, there are many people suffering from colds and fevers.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat, hurry up!" Bull Erikson was like a rabbit chased by a hunter, retreating from the camp at an alarming speed.
"Save us, please, give me some water, it's so hot, it's really hot, give me some cold water." Some slave hunting soldiers who could still move stood unsteadily when they saw outsiders coming.
I got up and wanted to seek help.
"Fire the arrow, fire the arrow quickly, don't let them get close to us." Bull Erikson's expression changed wildly, and he yelled a little out of control.
"But, they are our own people, the ones we need to deal with." The adjutant said with a somewhat ugly expression.
"Idiot." Bull Erikson pulled out a guard's throwing spear and threw it out with his backhand. The reason why knights and great knights are scary is not only because of their terrifying physical fitness, but also their physical fitness.
After reaching a certain level, other things derived from it will greatly improve the five senses after reaching the level of a great knight.
This is clearly demonstrated in the use of technical long-range throwing weapons such as bows and arrows and spears.
To be precise, the accuracy was greatly improved. The slave-hunting soldier at the front was thrust into the chest with a spear on the spot and was nailed to the spot. A mouthful of hot blood spurted out. I don't know if it was because of the dark night, but the blood spurted out by the other party appeared dark in color.
, the fishy smell in the air became stronger.
Disease!
At this time, Erikson's guards all reacted. At the same time, a terrifying term jumped into their minds. All hesitation and pity disappeared. Without hesitation, they sent out the throwing spears and bows in their hands, killing those who had been there.
His companion was nailed to the spot.
"Save us, we are our own!"
"Help! Help!"
"Our reinforcements are coming, our reinforcements are coming!"
Hearing the commotion, more slave-hunting soldiers, supported by a strong desire to survive, rushed here dragging their ailing bodies, hoping that the new reinforcements would carry the holy water to cure diseases and help them recover from the sea of illness.
Relief, but what awaits them is the sharp arrows of their companions - death may also be a good way to relieve pain.
"Don't be obsessed with fighting, let's go." Bull Erikson gave the order to retreat. Out of caution, his army set up camp a few miles away. He only brought a dozen personal guards over to see the situation. From the current situation,
Judging from the situation, his caution allowed them to escape. He knew that what they were fighting now was not these slave-hunting soldiers, but the demons in these soldiers. They had no chance of winning, and the longer they fought, the more likely they were to fail.
The greater the sex.
Bull Ericson returned to the camp without stopping, without wasting a minute. He broke camp and retreated for more than ten kilometers overnight. If the mountains were not suitable for traveling at night, he would have retreated to the Bastille in one breath.
As soon as it dawned, Bull Ericson couldn't wait to urge the army to get up and go on their way. When the word of epidemic spread among the soldiers, not a single soldier complained at all. He only regretted that his parents had not given birth to him.
With two legs, you can really run as fast as you can and as far as you can.
"Sir, that group of people has been following us from a distance. Do you want to gather the archers and shoot them?" Erikson's somewhat weak adjutant finally became smarter this time. Not only did he
Sentries were sent out at the front of the team, and eyes were left behind their own team.
Because no soldier wanted to be left behind, he personally led the team to stay behind. Unexpectedly, it was really fruitful. Ever since they came out of the slave hunting team's camp, a group of more than a dozen knights had been following them at a short distance.