The Origin of Arcane

Those crocodile people who had such luck in their hearts rushed towards Brother Port at the fastest speed in their lives. Some, in order to reduce their burdens, even before they set off, those murderous Kingsley soldiers repeatedly confessed that they had to carry them to the bottom of the city and throw them into the moat. Otherwise, even if you go back alive, you will have to die and throw it away in a sack.

Obviously, they don't want to go back anymore.

So they ran towards Brother Port, shouting loudly.

Don't shoot arrows, don't shoot arrows, we are members of the crocodile tribe, we are our own people, brothers, please give us a way to survive, let us go in!

I beg you, open the city gate, we are forced, we are our own people, please give us a way to survive!

For the sake of us having the same ancestors and believing in the same water god, we will be given a way to survive. From then on, we are all willing to be cows or horses.

Open the city gate, open the city gate quickly!

Didn't you say that we are all from the same clan, have the same ancestor, and will be brothers forever? Why do you refuse to save your own clan and brothers? Liars, you are all liars!

Lies, it turns out that your previous propaganda was all lies. This place should not be called Brothers Port, but City of Lies!

The scenes of the ants attacking the city are always so similar, especially when the first wave of driving out the local people to attack the city, the scene is even more strikingly similar.

The situation at this time was exactly the same as the situation when the savages in the mountain Kenta drove the Andes to attack the ice wall defense line.

These delusional crocodile people, speaking their own dialect, begged the people on the city wall to lend a helping hand to them.

At first, it was just begging and begging, but after seeing the city gate standing still.

Threats of abuse began.

The purpose is nothing more than one, that is, to hope that Brother Port can open the city gate and let them in.

And that's what the attacker wants to see.

This is also a siege tactic.

It's called attacking the heart.

Once the defending side shakes and opens the city gate, it will be the moment when the attacking side will deploy their heavy cavalry and attack across the board.

The entire siege battle will instantly heat up.

Any veteran with some experience knows that in that situation, no matter whether the city falls or not, the chances of these civilians siege the city surviving are very small.

In that case.

The siege party didn't care about their life or death at all.

The defenders of the city are too busy to take care of themselves, and there is no way to take care of them.

Bivis didn't understand these truths, including the lame elder crocodile who didn't tell him, but the difficult life experience of the past few months taught him to look at people's hearts with the worst eyes, including Those so-called fellows.

Their demands, abuse, threats, in the eyes of Bivis, how naive and stupid?

To actually place one's life and hope on the other party's kindness, which will only make oneself die faster.

Therefore, Bivis not only did not rush forward, but deliberately slowed down his pace, mixed with the cannon fodder behind, and hid his figure more tightly. Not only did he not lose the sandbag on his body, but one extra.

One on each shoulder and one on the head.

The weight of more than one hundred kilograms, even if he had the strength, he couldn't bear it a little bit, and he began to pant like a cow, feeling that the strength that the porridge gave him these days was all squeezed out.

But Bivis was reluctant to throw away the sack of sand and soil on his body, because it was the only thing on his body that could be called defensive, and only with them could he feel a little bit safe.

Don't ask him why he did this, no one taught him, everything is out of instinct, out of survival instinct.

But Bivis himself didn't know what to do next, and now he could only drift with the tide and follow the cannon fodder.

There was a lot of noise below the city, but there was no movement on the city wall.

Faced with this situation, the Yongye army has experience, but those crocodile people do not.

And they are the main force of longbowmen defending the city, so the rain of arrows in Brother Port was not covered immediately.

This almost twisted the nose of General Andis Tiger Tagore.

Really not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

As soon as the crocodile people got started, they held them back.

Fortunately, the Yongye army leader had concerns about this from the very beginning, and did not put all their eggs in one basket. They also had another long-range attack team—the affiliated engineering regiment.

The longbowmen of the crocodile people are just icing on the cake.

Most of the defensive equipment and archery towers in Brother Port are operated and controlled by affiliated engineers.

The subordinate engineers of the Eternal Night Army, although they have the name of engineers, in fact, they are not much different from many regular troops, and they can be regarded as a type of professional soldiers in the Eternal Night Army.

However, the work they are usually responsible for is very different from that of the main army, and the amount of training is not as good. Most of the time, they are dealing with various chores, or providing long-range fire support to the regular army, and rarely charge frontally.

Following Tagore's order, they began to show their power.

However, those large siege equipment were not used, and the arrows were simply smashed down.

The Andis longbow is not very useful against the heavy armored infantry of the Kingsley family, but it should not be too powerful against these unarmed crocodiles.

Even the soil sacks on their bodies couldn't completely resist this kind of puncture, and they didn't have the concept of defense. They fell down in pieces on the spot like wheat in an autumn wheat field.

Don't shoot arrows, don't shoot arrows, we are our own people, we are your brothers!

Please, let us go, we just want to survive, just want to survive!

Butchers, executioners, cold-blooded monsters, how can you do it? How can you refuse to save them?

Humans are such strange creatures. Facing the brutal Kingsley soldiers, these crocodile civilians were driven away silently and lifelessly, like pigs.

But when facing the fellow clansmen of Brother Port, they cursed one by one, especially after the illusion was disillusioned, the curse was not the culprit of the Kingsley family, but the defenders of Brother Port.

It seems that it is entirely the other party's fault that they ended up in this situation.

This principle is like many people who are useless outside and play rough at home, because they know that people at home will not hurt them.

But this principle is not easy to use on the battlefield.

In this way, the anger they took for granted naturally aroused, and under the control of fear, they vented indiscriminately.

it is as expected.

This was Bivis' first reaction when he saw the rain of arrows pouring down.

At this moment, his mood was more complicated than that of ordinary crocodile people.

I'm kind of lucky, I'm glad that I guessed correctly, I didn't throw away the sandbags and run to the front like those idiots, and became a living target for others, the one who just rushed to the front and shouted the loudest was also the one who died the fastest.

With a bit of indifference, he didn't feel the same way about his companion's death at this moment, perhaps because he knew a long time ago that this would be the fate they would eventually face.

There is still a bit of despair, the Yongye army leader and their clansmen who are very kind in the mouths of other crocodile clansmen have made such a decisive choice at this time, and the possibility of them being able to escape from this purgatory is even lower.

Oh! Bivis snorted and fell headlong to the ground.

He felt a heavy punch hit his left shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw an arrow thick as an adult's thumb sticking out of the sandbag on his left shoulder.

The arrow shaft was polished very smooth, and he seemed to smell the tung oil on it.

What a powerful arrow. Bivis was shocked.

The sandy sack on his body could not completely block the penetration of this sharp arrow, and half of the arrow pierced into his shoulder.

But his caution saved his life.

If it wasn't for this sandy sack, it wouldn't just be as simple as a half arrow, but half an arrow would have shot into his chest and abdomen.

At that time, even if the true god came personally, he could not save him.

The only fortunate thing is that the defensive side did not feed poison on the arrow.

But looking at the surrounding situation, the other party doesn't seem to need this.

These heavy arrows themselves can kill people. After all, feeding poison to arrows is a very cumbersome thing, especially those strong poisons.

Bivis didn't dare to neglect, shrank back, and got behind a companion.

More precisely, behind the corpse of the companion.

Not only was this companion not as smart as Bivis, but he was also not as lucky as him. He was hit by two long arrows at the same time, one of which hit the door directly, and he couldn't die anymore.

Compared with sand sacks, human corpses have a larger covering area.

As for whether this was an insult to the corpse, Bivis didn't care at all, since his own life was about to die, so he didn't have the mood to care about it.

It's him! Bivis glanced over a figure inadvertently, and the somewhat numb eyes that had been tortured by suffering showed a strange color, and it kept expanding, and finally burned blazingly.

He searched hard for several months, but couldn't find the figure, and it was delivered to him in this way at this time.

This crocodile named Kelun is none other than the traitor who betrayed the lame old man.

At the price of betraying his fellow clansmen, this guy won the respect of the Kingsley family and became their running dog thug, helping to manage the cannon fodder of the Crocodiles.

Ke Lun also knew that what he did was very hated. Ever since he gained a little power from the Kingsley family, he immediately recruited a group of people like him, and at the cost of sucking the blood of his own family, in exchange for the Kingsley family More preferential treatment and trust.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of guilt, these ghosts who took refuge in the Kingsley family were completely distorted in their psychology. They treated the former clansmen with harsher and more brutal methods than the Kingsley soldiers.

The hostility and hatred of the crocodile tribe towards them was even higher than that of Kingsley soldiers.

But no matter how much they flattered the Kingsley family, the other party could not accept them sincerely, and only used them and gave them very limited privileges.

When the crocodile tribe began to be driven away as cannon fodder to attack the city, the use value of these ghosts in Kelun basically came to an end, and the Kingsley family drove them into the battlefield mercilessly.

Compared with the cannon fodder of ordinary crocodile people, their only preferential treatment is probably the simple protective gear and weapons on their bodies.

For the Andis longbows of the Yongye Army Leader, the defense they can provide is quite limited. Once they hit, most of them have to lie down obediently.

The reason why Bivis wanted to find Kelun was naturally to avenge the lame old man.

Although the two of them were neither relatives nor relatives, they even had very few real conversations, but Bivis wanted to do this.

Gritting his teeth, Bivis pulled out the long arrow nailed to his shoulder, held it tightly in his hand, and then pulled the corpse shield, moving closer to Column's direction little by little.

Although there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, Bivis didn't jump on it hastily.

The crude weapons and protective gear in Ke Lun's hands may not be able to match the long arrows of the leader of Yongye, but they have an absolute advantage against Bivis, who only has one arrow.

Bivis really wanted to avenge the lame old man, but not on the premise of risking his own life.

Although I don't know what my future is, but if I can live an extra minute, I will live an extra minute.

The past few months of slavery have worn away the edges and corners of Bivis's body and taught him patience. He is like a war crocodile hiding under the water, silently following Colum, waiting to launch a fatal attack. Opportunity.

The cannon fodder below the city had their own ideas, and there was some confusion on the top of the city.

You can't shoot arrows. Who told you to shoot arrows? Our people are outside. How did you do it? Hurry up and order them to stop shooting arrows, open the city gate, and let them in.

General Tagore, wait a moment, stop shooting arrows, and find a way to save our people.

Stop shooting arrows, stop shooting arrows, stop shooting arrows, don't mess around, you are destroying the alliance between the two sides, and there are our clansmen outside, how can you do anything?

After hearing the news, several crocodile elders rushed to the top of the city, pointing fingers at the Andis Tiger Tagore.

The meaning is very obvious, that is to open the city gate and let the crocodile people outside come in.

Tagore's face became even darker, and he roared angrily: You still have the face to come to me, I haven't had time to ask you to be held accountable, why did your soldiers eat up? Why don't you shoot arrows? What do you think you are doing now? Playing house? This is a war, a life-and-death war. Is it the lives of the crocodile people who don’t know the truth or the fake outside that are more important? Or the safety of Brother Hong Kong? You idiots, do you really want to exterminate your race?”

Tagore's angry roar echoed throughout the city.

It's fine if they don't execute the military order, but they dare to run up to him and chatter endlessly, where did they get such a face?

If it were three years ago, according to his violent temper, it would not be as simple as roaring, but punching the old faces of these crocodile elders one by one.

These crocodile elders still didn't understand the true meaning of Tagore.

An elder of the crocodile tribe even said convincingly: You can tell from their accents, they are all authentic crocodile tribe people, they are all our tribe members, you should not kill innocent people like this, this is what your Yongye army leader said The two clans of the family are seriously incompatible, if you continue to behave like this, I will talk to your lord.

Tagore laughed angrily: Arguing with our lord? What reason do you have? A group of stupid laymen, you have tarnished the name of a wise man, get out of here, and don't blame me for being rude if you dare to talk too much.

This Andis tiger has already been tempered by them. If the situation outside was not so tense, he would have kicked them all off the city wall one by one.

How can you do this? A group of cold-blooded butchers, I won't talk to you, the lord is here, let's talk to the lord. The eyes of these crocodile elders brightened.

Not far away, Sean was leading the military staff of the Yong Ye Army to climb up the city wall, leaving Tagore, an unreasonable reckless man, running towards Sean.

In their view, the young lord has always been gentle with the crocodile tribe, which is easier to persuade. After all, the two tribes belong to the same family, and it is all from his mouth.

Bah! Tagore spat at the backs of these crocodile elders, and cursed viciously, No wonder what kind of battle was fought at this level? If the city is really entrusted to them to guard, even if No matter how strong and magnificent, they can take it down with a single charge. What are you doing stupidly? What should you do? Do you want the enemy to charge up the city wall? Longbowmen, don't stop, if one of them approaches the moat, I will Screw your heads off and throw them as tactical football.

General, do you want to stop and see what the lord thinks? Tagore's personal guard adjutant asked cautiously.