The Origin of Arcane

Later, Dickron played a new trick again. He didn't take it with a certain team, but with an elite team, running around.

　　Which team will flow into, which team is his direct line, in his hands he has the ability to turn corruption into magic, and his combat effectiveness has soared several levels.

　　 Akmeser has read in history books before, about the description of those legendary commanders, saying that they have the ability to change an army by one person, and always sneered at that time, thinking that this was an exaggerated description of later generations.

　　 After personally commanding the army, I was more certain about this. A commander's role in it is very limited. It is more about the training level of the army and the qualities of middle and low-level officers. The combination of these can form the true combat effectiveness of an army.

　　 Dickron completely shattered his previous cognition.

　　 The opponent seems to have magical magical powers, which can bless the army he leads, not only making them more cunning, but also making them stronger, just like the ancient artifact of the Lancelot royal family's sword of courage.

　　 This kind of guess is obviously even more unreliable, it is better to say that the other party can do this by virtue of its own command ability.

　　 When dealing with such an opponent, you must not be anxious, because if you are anxious, it is easy for the opponent to take advantage of it.

Acmeser had little hope of catching Dirkron directly. After all, he could not keep the opponent seriously injured, let alone the opponent has fully recovered. A champion knight wanted to run. In this complex mountain environment, no one can stop.

　　 Dickron’s only weakness should be in humanity. His stubborn co-existence and death with the main force of the slave rebels proved this point.

　　 He seems to recognize this now, he rarely put himself and his team in the Jedi, and when the situation is not good, he scattered and broke through.

　　 doesn't care about the team being broken up, because in a few days, he will start a new team.

Akmeser now turned his attention to the defeated slave rebels, and as long as they were cleaned up bit by bit, Dickron would be a champion knight at best, even if he had great abilities. The waves are relatively limited.

　　 The man who made Akmesser, the commander-in-chief from a famous family, had an extremely headache, had quietly left the Carter leader and appeared on the bank of the Jacob River in his hometown of Manyu.

Looking at the endless river, Dirkron, the champion gladiator who was the best in the gladiatorial arena and one of the world-famous Ssangyongs of the slave rebel army, couldn’t help feeling full of emotions. He said for a long while, “If this river comes early. More than thirty years!"

　　 When I first heard about the re-flow of the Jacob River, Dickron’s reaction was the same as most people, that is, he did not believe it.

　　 Especially when it is said that this is caused by human power, the kind of unbelief is more serious.

　　 Throughout history, the triumph of manpower over the sky is unprecedented and unheard of.

　　 Now Da Jiang is in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

　　 His mood at the moment is much more complicated than that of ordinary people. No matter what, Man Yujun is also the hometown where he was born and raised.

　　 Although most of the pain left by this hometown in his memory is pain, he has also brought pain that cannot be erased to his hometown.

　　 But after being displaced, he found that he still has an indescribable affection for the leader of Man Yu. No matter how disgusting you are, your mother will be your mother after all. This can never be changed.

　　 What's more, this broad mother is not wrong in her own right, but only the people living here and what happened here.

　　 Such complicated feelings are all in this short sigh.

If the river had arrived thirty years earlier, the leader of Man Yu would not be so troubled. The newly appointed Grand Duke Borg would not take another shortcut and vigorously develop the slave trade and gladiator industries. Naturally, he would not have a life full of ups and downs. , There will not be so many disputes.

　　 "Then my general was born fifty years earlier." A young man beside Dickron smiled.

　　 is the same noun, but Dirkron knew that the other party was not talking about himself, but a young man who was dormant in the mountains like a dragon.

　　 Dickron’s eyes shrank slightly, and the complex emotions on his face were gathered, and he restored the appearance of a general who was not shocked. He had just made some mistakes and said something that should not be said.

　　 But when I think of the identity of the other party, it seems unnecessary.

Dickron was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "If I remember correctly, Egard, you have been following me for ten years. When you entered the arena, there was no mine. With a high chest, when did you join Yongye?"

　　 Dickron still remembered the young man named Egard, who showed himself that the opponent was the leader of the Yongye Army, that kind of state of mind that could not be expressed in words.

　　 That is a kind of coldness from the heel to the top of the head.

　　 It feels like this for everyone.

　　 As a sibling, as a family member, as a brother, it turns out that he is a spy placed by another force.

The last trace of reason in Dickron’s heart suppressed the impulse to split him in half with a knife, and told himself over and over again that if the subject wanted to harm him, he didn’t have to wait until now. He was thrown in the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain. Just there.

　　 Yes, in order to cover the main force to disperse and break through, Dickron was seriously injured. It was the young man in front of him who never left him and memorized the badly injured him step by step.

　　 But the more it is, the more difficult it is for him to accept it.

"I thought the general would never ask." The smile on Egard's face that never seemed to disappear diminished, and he replied very seriously, "Whether the general believes it or not, I have never done anything to betray the general and my brothers. Things, you are my brothers, but General Sean is my family member. If it weren’t for him, I would never have the chance to grow up. I would have fed the beasts in the mountains a long time ago, so naturally it is impossible to fall into the hands of slave hunters and be trafficked. As a slave gladiator, this kindness, kindness and re-creation, feelings, also pay attention to first come first."

　　 "Understood!" Dickron nodded.

Egard was born in the Andes Mountains and was sold by the slave hunters of the Bastille to the gladiator training grounds led by the Manyu Army. This has never been concealed by the other party. Even his unique growth experience, Dickron is also Know a little.

　　 What Dickron didn't expect was that the mysterious general led by the Yongye Army was the same person as Edgar's elder brother.

　　 This can only be said to be a person’s blind spot. Many clues are there, and I don’t want to think about it, or subconsciously think it’s just a coincidence.

　　If you think so, there are many people in the slave rebel army who are suspicious, especially those young people who have similar experiences with Egard.

　　 Fortunately, the relationship between the Slave Rebel Army and the Yongye Group Army has been good at the beginning, and there has been no idea of ​​hitting the other party, otherwise I would not know how to die.

　　 But the slave rebel army has become a thing of the past, and it doesn't seem to make much sense to think about it. I am now a first-rate dead person, and there is nothing worthy of the other party's plot.

　　 The other party did not hesitate to reveal the identity of Egard and invited himself to come. Why?

　　 "The ship is coming." Aegard's whisper broke Dickron's contemplation.

　　 In the dim night, a clipper came through the waves, watching it slowly and fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came to them, and a long bridge was placed in front of them.

　　 "The general, don't come without problems." A person from the bow of the Clippers greeted them from a distance.

　　 "Don't come without trouble." Dirkron recognized the identity of the opponent at a glance. The finance minister of the Eternal Night Army, and the transaction with the slave rebels were all done by him.

　　 It seems that the other party paid enough attention to this meeting. Those who came to greet them were all important ministers of the Yongye Army. Only one person could eventually meet-the mysterious Supreme Commander of the Yongye Army, Sean Don Augustine.

　　 Dickron's doubts in his heart grew stronger, and he couldn't figure out what the other party was making.

At the time when the slave rebel army was at its strongest, Starbucks wanted the neck of the Kayongye group army and asked to discuss cooperation with their supreme commander. The other party didn’t even have birds. They chilled them for half a year. In the end, it was the slave rebel army. The aspect can't stand it first.

　　 Now when he was most down, the other party showed up instead.

　　 "Will you go all the way?" Marshall asked.

　　 "It's okay, Akmeser only looked at places with many people, and a few people passed the border. It was impossible to prevent it. There are different mountains here, and there are roads everywhere." Egard replied.

Ever since he got on the boat, Dickron looked at the river in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking. He was originally a bad-spoken and introverted person. After the slave rebels were defeated, he spoke even less. Often alone in a daze.

　　 Marshall and Egard briefly talked a few words, but they were speechless.

　　In terms of speaking, the two are not only old acquaintances, but have lived together for one or two years.

　　 It is just years of different life experiences that have allowed them to embark on a completely different path. It is difficult to find common topics, and some sensitive things cannot be said in front of Dickron. It is better to remain silent.

　　 Soon, a huge figure appeared in front of everyone.

　　 That is a loft standing on the surface of the river. Compared with that, the Clippers they just took are just an inconspicuous little thing, not even a tenth of it.

　　 It has a special name-Lou Chuan.

　　 The Explorer, one of the three building ships led by Yongye.

　　 Dickron quickly glanced, and the faint lights above the ship were enough for him to get a general idea, out of the instinct of a commander, he made an assessment of his combat power.

　　 It is a staircase-shaped pavilion, and there are four floors including the deck. Each floor has a female wall shooting hole that is half a person high. These four floors alone can carry thousands of archers.

　　Dickron's first battle to fame, the Andis longbow, which is indispensable, was traded to him by the other party. No need to ask, it must be installed, and the mountain people are famous for shooting.

　　 This whole is the moving arrow array on the water, wherever the arrow rain will cover.

　　 As for the collision angles on both sides, it goes without saying. Just looking at the shape, a fierce aura hits your face. Such a fierce beast on the water can hardly be able to withstand its collision.

What attracts the most attention of Dirkron is the deck and the top layer, and the unknown objects covered with oil cloth one by one. From the point of view of their size, they should be war equipment such as small catapults or ballistas. According to the Yongye Group Army The usual style is definitely not good-looking.

　　 "The name of the general is like Lei Guaner, and we finally meet today." A young man who was so tall hurriedly greeted him with a warm smile on his face.

"Are you Sean Don Augustine?" After Dickron gave a handshake with the other party, he had to take a step back before he could talk to the other party. Compared to the other party's height of nearly two meters, he was just over one meter tall. A little frustrated, must look up at the other party.

　　 When this question was asked, Dickron knew that it was unnecessary, and the expressions of the people around him explained it together.

　　 Dickron couldn't help but take a closer look at this young man who was born out of nothing, pulled the great power of Connaught with one hand, and did something famous in the world, but few people know that Egard will spare his life to convince him.

　　 This is definitely an unforgettable young man.

It's not that he is outstanding in height or his appearance. In terms of appearance, he can only say that his nose is not particularly strong. The eyes are not so deep. The overall outline is too flat and the lines tend to be soft. People have the feeling of laughing first without saying a word, not to mention that the other person is smiling from beginning to end.

　　 If it weren't for this kind of occasion, Dickron would have no way to connect him with the supreme commander of the Yongye Army, but a big boy next door.

　　 What really touched Dickon was the temperament of the opponent.

　　 can also be said to be a certain aura.

　　 This kind of thing may not be felt by ordinary people. When it comes to great knights, especially champion knights, it is real, and sometimes the aura is a more intuitive reflection of a person.

　　 Sean’s aura is in sharp contrast with his appearance. What hides under the first laugh without saying a word is a kind of tenacity, with a sense of peace and stability that does not match his youthful appearance.

　　 Dickron was the most eye-catching, at first glance he could not accurately assess the opponent's strength.

　　 Ruoyuowu exudes a unique breath of champion knight~www.wuxiaspot.com~ which is a bit scary.

　　 The opponent is in his early twenties at best, possessing great knight-level strength, which is already appalling, and the champion knight is unheard of.

　　 "It's like a fake." Xiao En replied with a smile, "Don't stand and talk, please, I have already set up a banquet for the general."

　　 When Dickron was looking at Sean, Sean was also evaluating him.

　　 Compared with the Gladiator champion who was sharp-edged in the arena of the past, Dickron's words and deeds are now full of military style.

Five or six years of war career did not leave too many traces of time on him. His appearance is exactly the same as that of the past, but the war has left indelible traces on him. There are only two more marks on his face. Scars, let alone on the body.

　　Everything is silently telling the dangers of the war in the past few years, and it is by no means as simple as the few spies that Sean read.

　　 "Let's go directly to the topic. If we don't make things clear, even the best wine will not taste." Dickron said straightforwardly.

　　 "Okay, the general is quick to speak, let's talk about business first, and it's not too late to eat." Dickron's reaction did not surprise Sean.

　　 Dickron has a high IQ and a low EQ. He has long been famous all over the world with his outstanding record. Playing with such a person's power and politeness is to find himself uncomfortable.

　　 Therefore, after the two sides moved into the meeting room, Sean went straight to the subject and said: "I don't know what the general plans to do in the future?"

　　 "What are you going to do?" Dickron chewed on Sean's question in his heart and fell into a long contemplation.