The Origin of Arcane

When Sean received the news that the enemy had come out of the Fort Bastille, he relaxed instead.

The most dangerous arrows are always unshot arrows. Once they leave the string, the threat level will be greatly reduced.

Old Bolton's behavior did not exceed Sean's predictions. The Bastille Fort was the focus of their defenses. The two sides fought fiercely at the gate of the Bastille Fort, and hundreds of people surrounded them in a small space.

The sound of killing shook the sky, every time the weapon was swung, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and every time was the most direct collision between the flesh and the armor.

Old Bolton set the fire, but he didn't expect Sean to smear tung oil on the combustibles in a sinister manner. Originally, he only wanted to light one or two buildings as a signal for coordinated operations, but in the end the entire inner fort was ignited. Turn yourself into a prisoner of fire.

It's not that Bolton doesn't want to retreat, it's just that no one will build the secret road as wide as the main road. The narrow space only allows one or two heavily armed soldiers to pass through, and there are still a large group of unsuspecting soldiers rushing in. If this side goes back Well, the consequences can be imagined.

Old Bolton was decisive, leading his soldiers to rush towards the gate of the inner castle. As long as he mastered this place, the battle would still be fought.

The Inner Fort of Bastille is the main object of suspicion. In addition to smearing tung oil on flammable objects to set up traps, there are also two hundred guards from the Skull Crusher Legion at the gate of the Inner Fort. They are on duty 24 hours a day. They are ordered to defend the city. A door, whether the people outside want to go in or the people inside want to go out.

Personal martial arts are irrelevant, even if your skills are superb, turning around is either an enemy or a comrade-in-arms, and you can't show it at all.

At this time, it is a competition whose weapon is sharper, whose armor is stronger, and whose will is stronger.

In terms of weapons, there is almost no difference between the two. They are both produced in Bastille. The only difference is the difference in type. One side is mostly half-handed swords, and the other is mostly heavy weapons.

It's hard to say who has the advantage, both of them are wide open and close weapons. In this case, the swing can't be round, so let's talk about power. In the end, both sides drew out short spare weapons to fight, but the effect was very little.

Because one side is a well-forged plate armor, and the other is a hoplite wearing three-layer armor. Even if these short weapons are blunt, there is nothing they can do against the opponent. If you want to kill the opponent, you must first tear off the opponent's defense Only then.

At this point, the skull-crushing soldiers have the upper hand. They are tall and burly, they are condescending, and they can grab the enemy's helmet with precision. Once the helmet is pulled off, this person is basically sentenced to death. He died a minute earlier and died later. It's a matter of a minute.

The Bastille soldiers soon learned to be smart, and bowed their bodies to drill into the arms of the Skullbreaker soldiers. The dagger in their hands was specially drilled into the gaps in the armor. The moment the sword seals the throat.

The fierce battle lasted for less than half an hour. Thick blood flowed wantonly like a stream, almost covering their feet. The Bastille soldiers led by Old Bolton had already turned into a dying struggle.

Because the Andis people were shocked and not chaotic, under the coordinated command of Xiao En and the Boys Army, the skull-crushing soldiers stationed at other positions were rushing over continuously. They did not join the battle blindly. The space was too small to invest No amount of hands will help the situation.

They re-arranged their troops outside the inner fort, with the Skull Crusher Legion in front, the Boys Army and the Affiliated Engineer Corps in the rear, all with the same Andes longbow, and the Centurion that was crowded together like sardines was also withdrawing one after another. battlefield.

Under the urging of their superiors, the Bastille soldiers were also regrouping for the final struggle.

Who's Sean Don Augustine? Speak up.

The regrouped Bastille soldiers opened a gap, and the old Bolton in silver plate armor came out at a gallop. The blood stains on the long sword and armor told the world that they were not pure decorations, and shouted to the outside Said, You don't even have the courage to have a face-to-face conversation with an old man, do you?

Don't go! Marshall tugged Sean's arm, It's just an old sleepy beast, there's no need to talk nonsense with him, just order the arrow to be released.

It's okay. Sean smiled and said, I really want to know why he still wants to see me at this time.

In fact, Sean is also curious about what this devil, who has plagued the Andes mountain people for more than 30 years and made countless Andes people hate and gnash their teeth, looks like. He has heard his name thousands of times, but he has never met him in person.

Be careful. Although Marshall didn't stop Sean again, he let four skull-crushing soldiers holding tower shields follow him inseparably.

What they hold is not so much a tower shield, but four cast iron plates. The four soldiers are also carefully selected Hercules, who can be selected as low-level officers in the Skull Crusher Legion.

It was McGee the Skull Crusher who specially arranged for Sean. Since the capture of the Bastille, in McGee's eyes, Sean's value has doubled, and of course he should be protected as a treasure.

Sean didn't refuse either. Playing cool has long been removed from his life dictionary, satisfying his curiosity, and doing it under the premise of ensuring his own safety.

Sean was greatly disappointed by Bolton's appearance. He was neither a wretched face nor a heroic one. He was just an ordinary Byron who couldn't be more ordinary.

After taking off the dazzling armor, he couldn't pick it out among the crowd, which proved once again that there is a huge gap between reality and imagination.

While Sean was looking at Bolton, Bolton was also looking at this young man who had driven himself to a dead end in just half a month.

young.

This was Bolton's first impression. Although he had heard this comment from more than one person, he was still shocked by the other person's age. The reason why he had such a feeling.

It's not that Sean is really young. There are many people at his age who start a family and start a business. Many people younger than him are already veterans who have experienced battles. It's that Sean's achievements during this period are too brilliant. There is no way to do it in a lifetime, so there is a strong psychological contrast.

Mature.

This kind of maturity has nothing to do with age, but it comes from his words, deeds and eyes. If you ignore the other person's face, just from the eyes, old Bolton feels that he is facing an old fox who has become a spirit .

He was not mistaken about this point. Calculated with his fingers, the combined age of Xiao En and the two kings is not younger than him.

I'm Sean.

Younger than I expected.

Thank you! I think some things have nothing to do with age. Your Excellency the City Lord asked me to come out, not just to see what my enemy looks like!

I really think so! Isn't it possible? When I go to heaven, I don't know who sent me there. Wouldn't it be embarrassing.

Your Excellency the City Lord, do you think you can still go to heaven?

Why can't I go to heaven? Is it because I built the Bastille? The slave trade? Don't forget, we are enemies.

Do you know what it was like thirty years ago? Do you know what we call the Andes people? Human locusts, they are a group of locusts. Every harvest season, they rush out of the mountains in groups and rob us of everything. The fruits of years of hard work, kill all the men, and take the women and children away.

I witnessed the tragic death of my parents, elder brother, and younger brother at their hands. Our manor was turned into a heap of ashes. From that day on, I swore revenge. I want those locusts to never leave the mountain, even if it is my bet. Life is no longer spared.”

Old Bolton's face was full of inextricable hatred, and his body contained a soul that was completely distorted by hatred. Facing such a person, Sean had nothing to say. Not ready to listen to what he has to say.

Do you think that if you defeat me, you can really own this city? You are so wrong. It won't be long before the iron cavalry of the Faerun family will smash this place, and then you will face the most terrifying army leader of Manyu. Your army, with your mob, has no choice but to roll back to the mountains.

Is this the aggressive method of yours? Sean asked a little uncertainly, whether the old Bolton was stimulated and went crazy.

As he spoke, he hammered the hammer here and there, and the last few sentences finally tasted. This old man wanted to dig a hole for himself, and wanted to fight with the iron cavalry of the Faerun family, but his level was too low. , It can also deal with McGee's one-sided idiot.

Why are you so scared? Old Bolton performed very excitedly, There are still many people like me. You Andis people will never try to stand up.

Whether the Andis people can stand up or not is up to us, not you. Even if there is such a day, you won't be able to see it! A murderer is a murderer, and it will not be because of the justice you advertised. There is a change, heaven, you can't go up! Shoot the arrow!

Sean felt that he and an outright racist avenger would not find any common language, so he ended this conversation cleanly, and it was time to end this conversation and go back to sleep early.

When hundreds of Andis longbows and heavy arrows were thrown down, this war could have come to an end in advance—as for these Andis longbows and heavy arrows, they were a small part that Sean had intercepted in advance. Enough to equip a hundred guards, in order to deal with the sudden situation in front of us.

The effect of Andis' long bow and heavy arrows against plate armor is obviously much worse. It is not as invincible as it is against chain mail and scale armor, but it cannot hold up to a large number.

When more than 2,000 heavy arrows fell, some unlucky guys were always hit at the vital points of the defense, and the Bastille soldiers who had just assembled suffered heavy casualties.

Unfortunately, the old Bolton was not left behind, and he returned to the inner castle again.

When he was found again, his face had been burnt beyond recognition, only the plate armor remained to show his identity.

It doesn't matter whether the charred corpse is Old Bolton himself, as long as Eriksson the bull outside the city and his thousands of soldiers recognize it. Completely become the past tense of Bastille.

When he saw the adapted engineering soldiers of the Boys' Army, Eriksson sincerely sighed, Use yourself to judge others, and you will not complain when you lose.