Seriously speaking.

Old Burton knew nothing about Sean.

Everything in Bastille is closely related to the Andes Mountains. Just as Andes people always pay attention to the movements of Bastille, Bastille also pays attention to the Andes Mountains all the time.

Especially after more than a decade of old Borton no longer waited for the ghost slave to emerge, but instead began to consciously cultivate the ghost slave, his control over the information in the Andes Mountains reached a new level.

Of course, this kind of intelligence is not real-time intelligence. It usually has been a year and a half when various information arrives in his hands, but overall it is enough. After all, he only needs to grasp whether there are large forces in the mountains to rise.

In recent years, Sean Tang has frequently appeared in his information, but there is nothing big about it, and it is more of a variety of good names.

He has a good reputation among young Andes Mountains, and is a natural awakened flame warrior. He is said to be born with wisdom, knowledgeable and wise, and is kind and generous since childhood, and enjoys teaching orphans.

Old Borton's attention to him was limited to this. After living for so many years, he had seen many geniuses of all kinds. Most of the geniuses of the same era were taller. Geniuses were often accompanied by various struggles. While they became famous, they also brought them many unexpected dangers. When they played with fire, they naturally caused fire to burn themselves.

There are also some geniuses who will eventually disappear from everyone as they grow older. Many geniuses brag about themselves. Even if you really have some skills, when you are addicted to the halo of genius, it is natural to be left behind by others over time. It is undeniable that there are geniuses who have achieved success in this world, but there are very few.

The biggest genius among Andes Mountaineers was Derrick, the king of Andes, who had risen so quickly at that time. Before he could fully react, the opponent was already at the city, but he died faster. After a tough battle that was not bad, the genius fell like a meteor, but it still fell in his hands.

Now it seems that he underestimated this young man.

"Send a sentry detective, send a few more sentry detectives, no, send a sharpshooter team to send all the sharpshooters out. You must find out the current situation in Bastille." Old Borton did not avoid Clayton. Generals with a little military knowledge would not formulate their own combat plans based on other people's intelligence, and it is inevitable to send their own people to verify the information.

The scavenger Clinton was not only not displeased, but was very happy. This means that the other party attaches great importance to the information he brought. His mature and steady style means that the other party has not been hit by this bad news and has increased his confidence a little bit. He is now forced to tie him up with Old Borton. He sincerely hopes that he can win the final victory of this war.

"Yes." Bull Eriksen took the order and left. His anxiety was no less than that of Old Bolton. Bastille was not only Bolton's lifelong hard work, but also his lifelong hard work. If it weren't for the conditions that would not allow him, he would have wanted to lead the team to check the situation in Bastille himself.

"Tell me about that young genius." As a man who has experienced countless storms, Old Borton quickly regained his emotions because he knew that anger and anger could not change the fact that had already happened.

"I don't know much about this... I have dealt with him many times. I haven't dealt with him many times."

"Then you know how much you say." Old Borton focused his attention on Sean. McGee, the skull-breaker, knew too much. He was just a brainless reckless man who could not accomplish anything. Bastille was captured. The core problem was still on this young man who was the dominant person, trying to restore the person's style of doing things from the other party's past behavior, but he was destined to be disappointed.

Clayton, the scavenger, knows that Sean is indeed limited. Apart from knowing that he is a talented sorcerer, a sorcerer mother, has good medical skills, and adopts a group of orphans in the mountains, the rest are heard from him, and he himself cannot tell the truth or falsehood. Most of them are praises, and most of them are about medical skills.

This is not much different from the information that Old Botton has, which undoubtedly shows a problem. Although the other party is a young boy, his style of doing things is perfect, which is something that many old foxes cannot do. They are definitely a difficult opponent.

After a brief discussion, Old Borton did not immediately return to Bastille, but divided his troops into two places. Old Borton led the main force to station on the spot, while Bull Eriksen led two school guards to the site of the Great Knight Ager at night to carry out rescue work.

The plan could not keep up with the rapid change. The sudden change in Bastille made the fourth heir of the Feren family who was still waiting for rescue in the mountains turn from a hot potato into a hot commodity. When necessary, he could use him to exchange for corresponding help from the Feren family. No matter whether the fourth heir lying in the mountains is welcomed or not, as long as he holds the name of the Feren family, the Feren family cannot completely ignore it.

Secondly, there is a real knight there. They lost Bastille because they rescued them. If Old Borton counterattacked Bastille, it would be reasonable and reasonable, the other party should provide help.

At this time, the joining of a big knight will be of great help to them. With the Bull Erikson, they will have two big knights in charge. At that time, they will form high-end force oppression on enemies with only the Skull Brokener Mackey and one big knight. The big knight who does not have corresponding high-end force restraint will be a human-shaped formation-breaking machine on the battlefield.

The straight-line distance between the slave hunting team was no more than one hundred miles away. Even though the road was a bit circling, the Bull Erikson was marching in an emergency, and before sunset the next day, he had already found the simple camp of the slave hunting team. The tragic situation inside was that even a veteran like Erikson, who had been through a long battle formation, could not bear to look at it.

The riot in the mountain ridge was protected by armor, even if you roll down the mountain ridge, the probability of the slave soldiers surviving was as high as 50% or 60%.

Things that seemed extremely lucky became extremely cruel when there was a shortage of medical treatment and medicine. The wounds that had not been treated in time began to suppurate and rot, emitting a disgusting smell.

Various flies and insects are flying all over the sky. It is already late autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large. It is obviously not suitable for most insect activities, but there are so many insects coming out from where, many wounds are white, and fat maggots are coming in and out, which makes people shudder.

Ajel had already started with those who were not injured and established another smaller camp not far away, but the location was not very good. The camp was also filled with a strong smell of rotten smell. Many soldiers' faces were a little wrong, and there were colds, fevers and swelling everywhere.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat, hurry up!" Bull Erikson retreated from the camp at an astonishing speed like a rabbit driven by a hunter.

"Save us, please, give me some water. It's so hot, really hot, give me a little cold water." Some of the still-moving hunting soldiers stood up staggeringly when they saw outsiders coming, hoping to seek help.

"Shoot the arrows, hurry up and don't let them approach us." Bull Erikson's expression changed wildly, and he yelled a little out of control.

"But they are our own people and we want to respond." The adjutant said with a little ugly expression.

"Idiot." Bull Erikson pulled out a guard's spear and threw it out with his backhand. The reason why the knights and the big knights are terrifying is not only because of their terrifying physical fitness, but also because of other things derived after reaching a certain level of physical fitness. After reaching the level of the big knight, the perception of the five senses will be greatly improved.

This is fully demonstrated in the use of technical long-range throwing weapons such as bows and arrows and spears.

To be precise, the accurate head increased greatly. The hunter soldier at the front was thrown into his chest and nailed to the spot. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood. I wonder if it was because of the darkness of the night. The blood sprayed out by the other party was dark, and the fishy smell in the air became even stronger.

Epidemic!

At this time, all Erikson's guards reacted, and at the same time a terrifying noun jumped into his mind. All hesitation and pity disappeared. He sent out the spear and bow in his hand without hesitation, and nailed those former companions to their original position.

"Save us, we are our own people!"

"Help! Help!"

"Our reinforcements are here, and the reinforcements are here!"

Hearing the movement, more hunter soldiers, supported by their strong desire to survive, dragged their bodies full of illness and rushing towards this side, hoping that the new reinforcements would carry holy water to cure diseases and help them get rid of the sea of ​​pain, but what awaits them is the sharp arrows of their companions - death may also be a good way to relieve pain.

"Don't fight, go." Bull Erikson issued a retreat order. Out of caution, his army set up a camp several miles away. He only brought a dozen personal guards to see the situation. Judging from the current situation, his caution allowed them to escape. He knew that the one they were fighting with was not these hunting soldiers, but the demons in the bodies of these soldiers. They had no chance of winning, and the longer they fought, the greater the possibility of their failure.

The bull Eriksen returned to the camp without stopping, without delaying a minute, and retreated for more than ten kilometers overnight. If it weren't for the mountain that it was not suitable for night walks, he would have retreated to Bastille in one breath.

Just as the sky was dawn, the bull Erikson couldn't wait to urge the army to get up and rush on the road. When the word "bacteria" spread among the soldiers, no soldier made a complaint, only regretting that his parents had fewer legs. He really ran as fast as he could and ran as far as he could.

"Sir, that group of people have been following us from afar. Should we gather archers and shoot them?" Erikson, the somewhat stubborn adjutant, finally became smart this time. Not only did he set off a whistle detective in front of the team, but he also left his eyes behind his team.

Because no soldier was willing to fall behind, he led the team to stay behind. Unexpectedly, there was a real harvest. Since they came out of the hunting team's camp, a group of more than a dozen knights have followed them not far or near.
Chapter completed!