The Origin of Arcane

Arnold is an excellent falconer. The mountain eagles selected and trained by him are not inferior to Andis hounds in spirituality. Even Clayton, the scavenger, has heard of his name and wants to He took him under his command, but Arnold despised him and refused mercilessly.

This made Clayton, who regarded himself as a falconer, furious, and threatened that he would never let him have a good time, but there was a territory of McKee the Skull Crusher between the two, and nothing happened in the end.

Arnold looked down on Clayton, the scavenger, not because of his high level of ideological awareness, how much he hated the slaves, and the hatred of the Andes Mountaineers against the Bastille is just a big concept, most of which refer to those who were harmed by the slaves people.

And people like A Nuo who have lived and hunted in the depths of the mountains all their lives, just heard from other villages that the slave hunters in the west are very violent, and many family villages have been harmed. Hear it as a story.

Especially the story of Faetwo and the soul-stirring song, the whole family likes it, especially like sitting in front of the bonfire at night and singing together, it always feels very powerful and passionate, and that’s all, after all, they are just a story .

Until those robbers rushed into the village, laughing wildly and wantonly killing and plundering, A Nuo watched helplessly his little grandson who was just a few months old was thrown to death in front of him, and watched his beautiful wife being dragged into the village by those beasts. He left his own room and watched helplessly as his wife smashed the oil lamp in despair and set his house on fire.

Anger was about to ignite him, but he didn't dare to make a move, not because of cowardice, but because he had a grandson and three sons who fell into the hands of those demons, with sharp swords at their throats.

It was not only his village that suffered the scourge, but the surrounding villages were not spared. Many mountain hunters who were as strong as him, even facing the Andis giant bear alone, did not know what to be afraid of. When they touched the throats of their relatives, they had no choice but to succumb.

When he saw the middle-aged mountain man with a flattering face in the crowd, the flames of anger in A Nuo's heart kept churning like volcanic magma. For the first time, he knew that people could be so shameless.

He is no stranger to that middle-aged mountain man, and he is even familiar with him. When he was chasing a mountain deer, he found him dying. He carried him for nearly fifty miles on the mountain road and kept him in his home for nearly half a year. survived.

Their family treated him fairly well. He was fed with the limited daily meals before it was his family’s turn to share the food. After the other party disappeared inexplicably, A Nuo took the whole family to search all over the mountains and plains. Worried about what happened to him.

Unexpectedly, it was a jackal in human skin that he kindly carried home. A Nuo was angry not only at the middle-aged mountain man, but also at himself.

It was only later that A Nuo found out that this kind of person was the legendary ghost slave, and there were not a few such people in the whole mountain.

A Nuo wanted to drag the middle-aged mountain man named Heber to die together several times, but that cunning guy seemed to know that he hated him to the extreme, and he avoided him every time. He could bear it again and again, even if he was asked to lift the sliding pole for the demon leader, he would just accept it silently.

Until someone on the mountain ridge sang his favorite song - Falwater, at that moment he had a new understanding of this ballad that had been sung thousands of times. It turned out that the story was not a simple one. When cruel and ruthless crimes befall them, should they accept humiliation, or stand up and resist at all costs?

At that moment, A Nuo had his own answer in his heart, and then the young man who looked like a mountain leopard appeared, and delivered a heavy arrow to his hand.

A Nuo pulled out the heavy arrow without hesitation, and did what he had been thinking about countless times in his heart these days, cutting the jackal's throat.

In the eyes of the other party before he died, he not only saw emotions such as fear, despair, and begging, but also seemed to be begging for forgiveness. He had done all the evil things, and he even tried to forgive him. Where are his poor wife, son, and grandson?

A Nuo kicked him off the mountain ridge without hesitation, then grabbed a military bow with the assistance of other companions, and kept opening the bow and opening the bow again and again. When the quiver was empty, he used the bowstring and The bow is used as a weapon to completely vent the anger that has been oppressed all the way.

In the end, I don’t even remember how he was dragged out of the battlefield. As for his son and grandson who were taken hostage, they were nowhere to be found. In that chaotic situation, their chances of escaping were less than half, and he was completely successful. left alone.

Then Arnold saw the boy who looked like a mountain leopard again. He had a very unique name, Sean, which in ancient Andes meant a gift from the mountain god. It was obvious that he had parents who cherished him.

When the young man asked if they wanted revenge, Arnold joined without hesitation. Now all the precious things in his life have disappeared, his life has been completely plunged into darkness, and there is only one thought in his mind , that is revenge, he wants to do the unfinished business of the hero in Etwo and kill all the slave hunters.

I have to admit that Sean and the young people he led are the smartest people Arnold has ever seen in his life. Even the wise men in the tribe bowed their heads in front of them, and everything changed in their hands immediately. Taste, even mountain hunters who have never received formal training, have been rectified in their hands.

Then in the next few days, they witnessed the birth of a miracle with their own eyes. It took less than two thousand people to capture the seemingly indestructible castle. From the beginning to the end, he just followed those who changed like him. The mountain hunter with a new bow obeyed the order at a certain moment and shot the quiver empty in his hand.

Then everything they did in Bastille subverted Arnold's previous understanding of the world, and he couldn't help but sigh every time. It turns out that food can be so delicious, weapons and armor can be made in this way, and an ordinary stone can be burned in the fire. After a while, it turned out to be a baby that can repel insects and prevent epidemics.

But his wife and children will never see all of this, and every time they think of this, they feel pain in their hearts, and the world that has just emerged a little color becomes extremely gray again.

When the Youth Army began to recruit hunters to act as sentinels to fight a sentry battle with the opponent, Arnold signed up without hesitation, not fighting for that young man. Although he was very grateful to that young man and admired him very much However, it has not yet reached the point where he will be loyal to him wholeheartedly. He is fighting for his dead relatives, and eliminating all the slave hunters has become their obsession.

There are not many people who hold this kind of thinking like Arnold, and they are the group of people who are more sad than heartbroken.

No matter what ideas they took the initiative to fight, Sean treated them equally, and armed them to the teeth before going out, hunting bows, daggers, mountain axes, thickened leather armor with scales, and a week's worth of military rations. The kettle and fire starter were also specially prepared. Arnold has been hunting all his life, and this is the most comprehensive preparation.

Arnold chose to go alone. Years of hunting habits have developed his withdrawn personality. When his family suffered misfortune, this personality became more serious.

When he was in Bastille, he sat in a daze all night, except for the assigned work. He didn't dare to close his eyes. Every time he closed his eyes, his relatives would appear in front of him bloodied.

Especially my little grandson, who is only a few months old, who I love the most, he is still so little, so immature, every time he opens his eyes and smiles at him, he feels his heart melted, and the pain on his body The fatigue disappeared without a trace, and I will never see it again. Every time I think about it, I feel so distressed that I can't breathe.

Only when he returned to the mountains, Arnold came back to life. With his pair of skillful hands, he could set up all kinds of exquisite large-scale animal traps in an hour only by using local materials with a mountain axe.

There is more than one like Arnold, and he saw no less than a hundred similar animal traps along the way. After carefully choosing the route, these traps became more targeted, only targeting one kind of prey—humans, even ordinary people It is also difficult to trigger when the beast steps on it.

These traps are usually focused on killing, it is completely unknown how much damage they can cause to unknown enemies, and they will not come back to check, the purpose is to cause all kinds of troubles to the enemy.

Unless the skirmish is placed in a small space, it is definitely not a tragedy, especially now on the Jacob's Ancient River, which is hundreds of miles long, and hundreds of people from both sides are thrown into it, like a handful of sand thrown into a big river. Once dispersed, it will be very difficult for one's own people to run into one's own people, let alone bump into the enemy, which requires a lot of luck.

Anyway, so far, Arnold's luck is not bad. Although he didn't run into the enemy, he has already found a trace left by the enemy's carelessness.

The other party was also an old hunter, and he was very cautious. He not only dealt with his own traces, but also buried the traces of his life. If Arnold hadn't been careful enough, he would have caught the small tail that the other party had unintentionally exposed, and chased after him. Don't give up, I'm afraid I'll miss it.

The rest is the competition of perseverance, endurance, equipment, tracking, anti-tracking and other comprehensive qualities. Once there is a short board in one aspect, it will pose a fatal threat to oneself.

For example, the one who was targeted by Arnold obviously had shortcomings in anti-tracking ability, at least much worse than Arnold.

In terms of perseverance, endurance, tracking and anti-tracking, the Andes mountain people headed by Arnold have an absolute advantage. Even the sharpshooters carefully selected by Old Bolton have undergone rigorous training in this area.

In these aspects, there is no way to surpass the Andes mountain people who have been immersed in it since childhood. After all, for them, this is a survival skill. If they do not master this skill, they will starve to death.

Sometimes in order to track down and kill a large beast, it is quite normal to lurk hungry for several days and nights. In this case, even a person with no patience or perseverance will be tempered. Those who can be tempered have already given extra meals to those large beasts.

If the sharpshooter is a skill in this respect, then the Andis Mountain Man is an instinct, which is self-evident.

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