The Origin of Arcane

Chapter 253: Open your eyes to see the world

"I think I am more suitable for this job." This time it was also the Chief of Military Staff who spoke out, but his self-recommendation was somewhat eye-catching.

   Because this time it was Bran, the Hebrew son of Ben.

   To be honest, his identity is somewhat different from ordinary people.

   Although the Walled City Alliance has long since vanished, and the Three Hole Alliance has been eaten and digested by the Yongye Army leader, the status of Ban Hebrew in the Yongye Army leader is still somewhat detached, and the potential influence is still not small.

   After all, he came from a veteran force, and these years are not particularly bad. Many people even have a brand-new life and identity, and when they see him, they still respectfully call the old city lord.

   Some things have been rooted in the bones and will not change easily.

What's more, Ban Hebrew is a veteran control-level warlock. After joining the Yongye army leader, he has gone a step further and embarked on the pinnacle of personal strength. Combining a control-level warlock and champion knight, he is the leader of the Yongye army. The number one master of, this alone also gives him a lot of points.

As for the former leader of the Sword of the Holy Ether, Darnell, he was only leading the sermon in the Eternal Night Army, but he did not belong to their subordinates. He might participate in wars like the mountain Kentana barbarian invasion, but the advance is desperate. He never touched the swamp.

   Because in his opinion, the Yongye Army leader is acting as an intruder this time.

  Since joining the leader of the Eternal Night Army, the Hebrew of the Ban has the same behavior as the Bull Eriksson. He stayed simple and completely cut off contact with his former subordinates, and focused on being his chief of staff.

   By doing so, he won more respect for himself.

   When Bron spoke, everyone looked at Hebrew Ben.

   "Look at what I do. In this room, we are not father and son, but colleagues." Ben Hebrew said flatly, "He is already the father of three children and can be responsible for his words and deeds."

Finally, I added another sentence: "If you have the opportunity to get more opportunities for experience, it is also good. In all fairness, Chief of Staff Roland is indeed more suitable than Chief of Staff Kelman. In the event of an accident, Roland has greater hope of escape. "

  Ban Siber said it was naturally Bran’s secret-word-level sorcerer status, especially the dark type, and the light type is said to be the best at hiding traces.

   "Let's consider this matter in the long term!" Sean opened the mouth and put the question on hold.

  According to their usual style of doing things, knowing that there is a huge danger, they will not send their own people so hastily, and they will definitely make all-round plans.

   It is not too late to determine the candidate after the corresponding plan is formulated.

   The swamp of despair stared by countless pairs of eyes is not as peaceful as outsiders see.

   The abnormal natural climate has seriously affected the lives of the crocodile people.

   Due to the particularity of the composition, the Swamp of Despair is still different from the ordinary swamp.

As a result, the age is shorter and the excess water mainly comes from the Andes Mountains. The water has more minerals and nutrients. It is a very typical eutrophic swamp, which means that it can support a large number of plants. As long as there are plants, Regardless of whether the pipe is aquatic or terrestrial, there are naturally many types of creatures, whether aquatic, amphibious, crawling, or flying.

Secondly, although it was known as the Jiangnan Plain at the time, the area that really belongs to the plain is only less than one-third of the middle and lower reaches. The other two-thirds are either adjacent to the Cartel hills or in the Andes Mountains. The veins are naturally not so flat.

   The former small hills, like the big mountains in the Andes Inland Lake before the reflow, have become swamp islands, and this is the main gathering place for the crocodile tribe.

  The farming area that these swamp islands can provide is pitifully small, and the main source of life for the crocodile people is naturally the abundant fish catches in the water.

   When the water level began to drop sharply, a large number of aquatic plants died, which led to the death of a large number of fish.

   And with their fishing and hunting lifestyle, they are destined to not have too much food in stock.

  Once the catch is reduced, they immediately face a food crisis.

   At the beginning, the crocodile tribes didn’t take it seriously, and happily picked up the aquatic products that were exposed because the water level receded.

   is only regarded as a normal weather cycle. In this case, the Swamp of Despair has been out several times before, but each time it does not exceed two months, it will recover.

  Where did I think that this time the abnormality lasted for a year and a half. After entering the rainy summer, the situation became worse. Numerous ponds and swamps were drying up, exposing the dry and cracked ground below.

   Facing these dry and cracked land, the first reaction of the Crocodile tribe was not ecstasy, but deep despair.

   Just as their ancestors faced flooding rain, it was even more intense.

   After all, their ancestors faced changes in the environment, far less than they faced such drastic and rapid changes.

They have adapted to a new way of life. Just like the Andeans, they have forgotten the farming skills of their ancestors. Even in the face of the fertile, oily land, they don’t know how to cultivate, but guard. The gold mine sits in trouble.

   Crocodile people stopped cursing the endless rainy season for the first time, but looked forward to it coming soon.

   But this time they are destined to be disappointed, because they are not facing natural disasters, but man-made disasters.

   They will never go back to maintain their way of life for nearly three hundred years.

But the crocodile people in it did not have such a long-term vision. For the food that was getting less and less before their eyes, they had to fight between towns and towns, villages and villages, and villagers and villagers. Numerous corpses were turned into war crocodile rations. And the nutrients of the drying up marshland, the whole desperate marsh is full of mist.

   In this case, Wynd and his servant Wickliffe, who grew up with him, returned from Gorch to his hometown of Lausanne.

Wynend said bitterly: "My dear people, they are about to be in catastrophe, and they are still fighting for some trivial petty gains. They have to wait until the dead race is extinct before they wake up. ?"

Wycliffe comforted and said: "Young patriarch, this is not all their fault. The natural danger of Desperate Swamp, although it shuts out countless prying eyes, is also a natural cage, trapping our people here. I don’t know if you open your eyes and look at the outside world, many people throughout their lives think that the whole world is like a swamp of despair!"

Wycliffe waved his arms full of vigor and said: "Fortunately, the two of us ran out. We knew the situation outside and got precious news. It's not too late. By then, with the prestige of the old patriarch, we will climb the top one. Phew, the inevitable follower is like a cloud, and those greedy peepers will definitely be buried in this land forever."

Wynd did not look good because of the comfort of the other party. Instead, he was even more worried and said: "We sneaked out at the beginning. When we meet, my father will not give us a chance to speak at all, and will directly break our legs. of!"

   Wycliffe smiled bitterly in his heart. His young patriarch was good at everything, but he was too afraid of the old patriarch since he was a child, and it has not eased over time.

   The righteous indignation and high spirits before departure, as he kept getting closer to his hometown, the fear of the old patriarch seemed to be more severe.

   "Be careful." Wynd pulled Wickliffe abruptly.

   Wycliffe was about to put his feet on the ground, and he took it back abruptly.

When    retracted, half of his feet had already slipped into the wet ground.

"Damn it, I didn't expect these mud traps to become more terrifying after the drought, and it's even harder to identify." Wycliffe couldn't help but change its color slightly. The kick just implemented, even if there is a companion, it is quite troublesome, because it is. The most troublesome mud trap in the swamp of despair.

There is only a thin layer of dry soil on the top, and the muddy ground that has been fermented and rotted for hundreds of years. It is like the big mouth of a greedy monster. Once any creature sinks in, it will bite until it is completely swallowed. Corrosion and decay, become part of its body.

   Among the desperate swamp crocodiles, there are many legends about them.

   It is said that there are monsters that feed on innocent lives. These natural mud pits are their nests and natural hunting traps. As they grow up, mud traps will also grow up.

  Wynd and Wycliffe, who had broadened their horizons outside, sneered at this statement, thinking that it was only used by the old people to scare the children and keep them away from the mud trap.

   But in many crocodile villages, they firmly believe in this legend, and even regard them as indigenous gods and worship them with some living creatures. Among them, the use of captive blood sacrifices is the highest and the most powerful.

   There is also a legend that is also very marketable. It is believed that they are the entrance and exit of the netherworld. From here, they can directly enter the world of the dead. Some crocodile people who cannot imagine will end their lives in this way.

   There is another legend, which is similar to the first one. It is also a monster, but after the gluttonous monster was beheaded by the hero, its stomach fell to the ground and turned into a mud trap, still maintaining the greed of the past.

   No matter which kind, it is directly linked to death, fully demonstrating their status in the hearts of the crocodile tribe.

   Hundreds of crocodile tribes die every year, not to mention those who are not familiar with the environment.

   Due to the abnormal weather, mud traps, which are already illegible, are more camouflaged. This is the fourth time they have entered the swamp of despair.

   is definitely not the most dangerous one. The last time Wynd’s body was sunk, Wycliffe was dragged out.

   This is also the reason why the Crocodile tribe has formed a tradition of never acting alone. Most of the natural traps in the Swamp of Despair cannot be freed by their own ability.

   Just as Wickliffe had just gotten firm, a behemoth rushed out from the swamp on the other side silently.

   This time Wycliffe was not flustered, his short stature was extremely twisted, and it hit the opponent's wide jaw firmly.

   The impact of a knight who was only one step away from the great knight was not so easy to withstand. His body lost control on the spot and flew several meters.

   At this time, Wynd’s combo has arrived. It is a weapon similar to a boat oar. He slapped it heavily on its head, causing it to fall into a semi-dazzled state and unable to get up for a while.

   Wynend did not make up for the fatal blow, but kicked it back into the swamp with a kick, and muttered: "The next time you choose your prey, be careful, not everyone can provoke it."

   The behemoth tossed in the water, then disappeared.

   The creature that just tried to hunt them was the war crocodile, a species unique to the Swamp of Despair.

Fighting crocodile is a kind of crocodile, but there is no small difference from ordinary crocodile, not only because of their larger body, two or three meters, but also because they are thinner, longer limbs, taller chassis, not only swimming in the water Masters, running on land is not slow.

  The mud swamp that the crocodile people talked about, as long as they have a certain initial speed, they can also fly over it. The mystery lies in their wider fins, which can spread their weight after opening.

   Crocodile tribe may not understand the principle, but it does not prevent them from making swamp boots based on them.

   There is no doubt that the war crocodile evolved based on the complex geographical environment of the Despair Swamp. They are more adapted to the unique environment of the Despair Swamp than the Crocodile Clan—the former Despair Swamp.

The crocodile people have a very close relationship with the war crocodile. Most of their families have the habit of keeping war crocodile in captivity. For ordinary people, these ferocious hunters, whether they are looking after the house, fishing, hunting, or fighting, are A good helper, as long as there is water, you can raise them freely, and they will solve most of the food by themselves.

Moreover, the IQ of war crocodile is higher than that of most dogs. Even wild war crocodile has formed a mode of peaceful coexistence with the crocodile tribe. As long as food is not scarce or urgent, the two sides will not hunt each other. .

   The current situation should be biased towards the latter. Even these natural hunters are now facing the dilemma of scarce food, and some are hungry.

   Another thing is that Wynd and Wycliffe have been away from the Swamp of Despair for too long, and the crocodile-specific aura on them has faded a lot.

"who?"

   turned around, UU reading www.uukanshu.com two people were surrounded by more war crocodiles.

  Different from the wild one above, these were raised in captivity by the Crocodile tribe, so they were only eager to try and did not directly attack.

   "Hey, hey, brother, don't get excited, we are our own people, our own people...Pooh, is that you?" Wynend said to the oldest of the several crocodiles.

   The middle-aged crocodile looked up and down Wynd and Wycliffe, and said hesitantly: "You are?"

   "Uncle Pooh, it's really you? It's us, Little Wynd and Wycliffe." Wynd waved his hand with some excitement. After nearly ten years, seeing his people again made him extremely excited.

"Little Wynd and Wycliffe?" The middle-aged crocodile named Pooh took nearly ten seconds to superimpose the two with the faces in memory. His eyes widened in surprise: "Wynd Saroph? Wycliffe Anri?"

   "Yes, it's us, it's us." This time not only Wynd, but also Wycliffe nodded in excitement.

"The God of Water is above, it's really the two of you. Didn't you two be swallowed by the mud? Why did it suddenly appear again? Could it be that you escaped from the world of the dead?" Although the identity of the two was confirmed, Pooh Not much excitement, more surprise, but the tension is somewhat relaxed.

   Wynd and Wickliffe looked at each other, obviously they didn't expect that their running away from home would have caused such a misunderstanding.

  Speaking of which, it is normal to have such a misunderstanding. After all, after they ran away from home, they brought very few letters to their family members, and it is unknown whether they brought them.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like