The Origin of Arcane

At the same time, the former owner of the Bastille, His Excellency Bolton, had just received the news that someone had stolen his way. The person who sent him the news was none other than Clayton, the scavenger who escaped overnight from the Bastille.

Sean and McGee made a serious mistake in their judgment of Clayton the scavenger. They only considered Clayton the scavenger's past behavior style, but they ignored one thing——their attitude towards Clayton the scavenger posed threat.

Whether it was Sean's overhead or the outstanding performance of the Boys, Clayton the Scavenger felt a strong threat.

They also overlooked a key factor. The reason why Clayton was able to get along like a fish in water was due to Bastille's contribution.

Clayton's feelings for this city are far more complicated than those of ordinary Andes mountain people. As a person who has not completely lost his conscience, he hates it, but as an extremely selfish person, he doesn't want to The city disappears, thus harming its own vested interests.

He responded to Sean's invitation based on this complicated feeling, and he thought it was Sean's childish and idealistic slapstick this time.

In fact, before the fall of the Bastille, it was not only Clayton the scavenger who had such an idea, but also McGee the Skull Crusher. The other party felt distressed, it was a brilliant victory, and he dared not imagine uprooting Bastille.

This is something that Derrick, who rose like a shooting star and fell like a shooting star more than ten years ago, has an army of tens of thousands, and has the reputation of the king of Andis, has not been able to do it.

When the Bastille was taken down overnight, McGee the Skull Crusher, who was only thinking about uprooting the Bastille, was naturally ecstatic.

As for the scavenger Clayton, who was really dumbfounded, he was completely confused, and made a series of tricks. First, he sent someone to provoke and kill the red-eyed mountain slaves, and then he felt unsafe and hurried He escaped from the Bastille overnight with his own people.

After entering the mountain and being blown by the mountain wind, Clayton woke up from the dazed shock, followed by another burst of confusion, not knowing what he should do, returning to his old nest on Eagle Mountain?

If the old Bolton can seriously injure Sean and Skull Crusher McGee, it will be fine. If the latter wins, it will undoubtedly seek their own death. Their names will be in the sky in the mountains, and it will be a word to want to destroy themselves things.

If three days ago, Clayton had absolute confidence in the old Bolton, but now, no matter how you look at it, the coalition forces of Sean and McGee have the upper hand.

But a hero is a hero, Clayton gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and he appeared here. Whoever made him feel bad, he made life worse than death.

Your Excellency Clayton, this kind of joke is not funny. Old Bolton looked very normal except for his gloomy eyes, If you dare to spread such words to disturb the morale of the army, don't blame me for ignoring our friendship for so many years.

As an old fox who has been in a high position for many years and dealt with those intriguing nobles all the year round, Old Bolton didn't even believe it himself, so how could he easily believe what outsiders said, especially scavengers who sat on the fence, who at first glance Such an absurd statement.

My lord, do you think I'm joking? Clayton, the scavenger, was also extremely aggrieved. It was the first time in his life that he confessed his heart to someone, and he was even suspected by others of ulterior motives. It’s been more than a year, and my Lord City Lord should be clear, if it wasn’t for an emergency, would I have taken such a personal risk?”

Old Bolton's eyes flickered for a moment. Although he didn't talk to him, he had already started to mutter in his heart.

The scavenger Clayton is notorious for his pity on his life. Although the two of them secretly had all kinds of dirty deals, most of them were through the spokespersons of both parties. The number of times the two met can be counted with one slap. Push out your own spokesperson, and pick everything up by yourself.

This is only one aspect. On the other hand, they did lose contact with the Bastille. The liaison officers who had been sent in the morning and evening had not arrived on time for two days.

All the signs indicated that something had happened to his old lair, Bastille, but when it came to the fall, he wouldn't believe it even if he killed old Bolton.

Although he brought out most of Bastille's elite this time, he still left more than 1,500 elites for Bastille, and nearly 3,000 slave soldiers to help defend. The food is even more abundant. Even if you are besieged by tens of thousands of troops, you dare not say it if you defeat the opponent, but you can always do it if you stick to it for a month or two. It took them only five days to go out of the city, and they traveled no more than three hundred miles. If there was such a large army mobilization, they would not be aware of it.

Eriksson the Bull said in a muffled voice: I don't understand a bit, and I would like to ask Sir Clayton to explain that the distance between Bastille and Eagle Mountain is four hundred miles. In terms of location, we are closer. Your Excellency How did you get the news that the Bastille was captured? And at the expense of your own safety, you came here to deliver the message? The friendship between us is not so deep, right?

This... Clayton the scavenger looked extremely embarrassed. He also knew that it would be difficult to win the other party's trust if he didn't provide some real evidence. After hesitating for a long time, he pulled out a long scroll from his arms.

General Eriksson held his saber, stood up abruptly, and stood between Old Bolton and Clayton with just one stride.

Calm down, General. Clayton the Scavenger hurriedly raised his hands and said, The General misunderstood, I just want to show His Excellency the City Lord something.

Erickson, don't be so impulsive. I don't have any deep hatred with Lord Clayton. It's not worth his life to assassinate me. Old Bolton was very calm from beginning to end, he was not old enough degree of force.

Obey. The old wave can be so calm, but Eriksson the bull can't. Clayton the Rotten, his sword would have pierced his throat first if he showed any evil intentions.

The scavenger Clayton could only be more cautious in his actions, so as not to accidentally trigger the opponent's sensitive nerves, and it would be very unfair to strike himself with such a sword.

Portrait of the Countess of Winterhalck!? Old Bolton jumped up, and rushed to the scavenger Clayton with a stride. He took the picture scroll halfway.

That's right, it is indeed a portrait of the Countess of Winterhalke, and it is still a genuine one. He is very familiar with every line on it, because every day before going to bed in the Bastille Castle, he would take time to appreciate his collection. This painting It was his favorite of these treasures, a thing that should not be here, it should hang in Bastille's own study.

Old Bolton's eyes were about to burst into flames, he no longer had the calmness he had before, and his voice raised more than one note: How could it be in your hands.

Clayton, the scavenger, felt bitterness in his mouth, and cursed in his heart, what the hell is going on, since he accepted Sean's invitation, he has been suffering from bad luck, he should have known such a bunch of shit , I shouldn't have accepted Sean's invitation in the first place.

But thinking about it seriously, it doesn't seem right. If I don't accept Xiao En's invitation, I'm afraid I'm still in the valley. When I realize it, I'm afraid the situation in the Andes Mountains has changed drastically, and I will be more passive by then.

Clayton felt that he was stuck in a quagmire now, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. If he didn't struggle, he would also be waiting for death, and it was only a matter of time.

Clayton blamed himself here, and old Bolton's expression became more and more ugly. If eyes could kill, he would have killed Clayton long ago.

I was there when the Bastille was captured. This painting was taken from a study in the Inner Castle. I think this is enough to prove that what I said earlier is true. If you don't believe me, I still have it there. Others. Before the old Bolton broke out, Clayton finally spoke again, but what he said, not only the bull Eriksson almost drew his sword, but even the old Bolton wanted to draw his sword.

Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo! Old Bolton squatted back, panting strangely, his face as pale as snow in winter.

Drink some water, drink some water, take a deep breath, take a deep breath. The bull Eriksson ignored the scavenger Clayton, hurriedly took out the water bag, fed the old Bolton several times, and then pointed at his chest He hammered it hard three times, and every time it was so powerful, Clayton felt pain when he heard it.

I don’t know if this weird treatment method has taken effect, or if old Bolton slowly recovered his breath, and his breathing became stable again. He stared at Clayton the scavenger and said, “Bastille really Was it breached? Are you also one of the culprits?

I was also calculated by others. Clayton hastily described in detail the process from receiving Sean's invitation to his overnight escape.

Naturally, the spring and autumn style of writing is indispensable in this process. He described himself as a pitiful creature who was calculated by others. Only when there was a loophole in Yu, did he regroup his people and escape overnight.

As for the antiques such as those picture scrolls, they were just tokens brought out for the convenience of winning the trust of Old Bolton.

As for whether the old Bolton and the bull Eriksson believed it or not, Clayton didn't know, anyway, he believed it himself.

Old Bolton and Bull Eriksson looked at each other. Even though they couldn't believe it anymore, they had to believe that their old lair, Bastille, had been captured in front of the iron-like evidence.

The one who captured the Bastille was neither an army of tens of thousands, nor his old opponent McGee the Skull Crusher, but a young man who had not yet held his coming-of-age ceremony, leading a mob of only 2,000 people. The Bastille, which they were proud of, fell.

What makes them most unbelievable is that the whole thing was not planned in advance, but a huge trap temporarily constructed by using inconspicuous coincidences. If the Bastille had not fallen, they would not be able to sit here safely Speak--there is a high probability that the blood of the killed will flow into rivers.

The whole thing, no matter how you look at it, has a taste of the Arabian Nights.