Let's talk about it seriously.

Bolton Sr. was not ignorant of Sean.

Everything about the Bastille is closely related to the Andes, and just as the Andes people are always watching the movements of the Bastille, the Bastille is always paying attention to the Andes.

Especially after the old Bolton no longer waited for the ghost slave to emerge by himself for more than ten years, but consciously began to cultivate the ghost slave, his control of information in the Andes Mountains has reached a new level.

Of course, this kind of information is not instant intelligence, and by the time all kinds of information reaches him, it has usually been a year and a half, but on the whole, it is enough, after all, he only needs to know whether there is a large force rising in the mountains.

In recent years, Sean Tang has frequently appeared in his intelligence, but it is not a big deal, more of a variety of good names.

He has a good reputation among the young Andes mountain people, plus he is a natural awakened pyromancer, and it is said that he was born wise, erudite and wise, and has been a philanthropist since he was a child, and enjoys teaching orphans.

Old Bolton's attention to him is limited to this, after living for so many years, he has seen a lot of all kinds of geniuses, and most of the geniuses of his era have grown tall, and geniuses are often accompanied by various battles, which makes them famous at the same time, but also brings them a lot of unexpected dangers, playing with fire and playing big, naturally they will be burned.

There are also some geniuses who grow older, and eventually disappear from everyone, many geniuses are self-boasting, even if you really have some ability, but when you indulge in the halo of genius and can't extricate yourself, it is inevitable to be left behind by people over time, it is undeniable that there are successful geniuses in this world, but they are rare.

Old Bolton has seen the biggest genius among the Andes mountain people is the king of Andes Delik, the speed of the rise is called a fast, before he can fully react, the other party has already come to the city, but the death is faster, a hard battle is not hard, this genius fell like a meteor, or fell in his hands.

Now it seems that he underestimated the young man.

"Send sentinels, send a few more sentries, no, send the marksmen out, send all the marksmen, and make sure to find out what is going on in the Bastille. "Old Bolton did not shy away from Clayton, a general with a little military common sense would not make his own battle plan based on other people's intelligence, and it was inevitable that he would send his own people to verify the information.

Clinton, the scavenger, was not displeased, but was very happy, which means that the other party attaches great importance to the information he brings, and his mature and steady style means that the other party has not been hit by this bad news and lost his proportion, which has increased his confidence a little, and he is now forced to tie himself to old Bolton, and he sincerely hopes that he can win the final victory in this war.

"Yes. Bull Erikson took the order, his inner anxiety was no less than that of old Burton, the Bastille is not only the work of Bolton's life, but also the work of his life, if it were not for the conditions, he would like to personally lead the team to check the condition of the Bastille.

"Tell me about that young genius. As a man who had been through countless storms and waves, the elder Bolton quickly regained control of his emotions, because he knew that anger and anger could not change what had already happened.

"This ...... I don't really know much, and I haven't dealt with him as much as I have dealt with the Lord of the Castle. ”

"Then you know how much to say. Old Bolton focused on Sean's body, McGee, the skullcrusher, he knew too well, it was just a brainless reckless man, he couldn't make a big deal, the Bastille was captured, and the core problem was still on this young man as the leader, trying to restore this person's style of doing things from the other party's past behavior, but he was doomed to disappointment.

Clayton the Scavenger does have a limited understanding of Sean, except that he is a gifted warlock, has a warlock mother, has good medical skills, and has adopted a group of orphans in the mountains, the rest is hearsay, and he himself can't distinguish the truth from the false, most of them are praise, and most of them are about medical skills as people.

This is not much different from the information that old Bolton has, which undoubtedly shows a problem, although the other party is a hairy boy, but the style of doing things is leaky, which is something that many old foxes can't do, and he is definitely a difficult opponent.

After a short discussion, the elder Bolton did not immediately wave his army back to the Bastille, but divided his troops into two places, the elder Bolton led the main force to be stationed on the spot, and the bull Eriksson led the two school guards, and rushed to the camp of the great knight Ajel in the starry night to carry out the rescue work.

The plan can't keep up with the rapid changes, and the sudden change in the situation of the Bastille has made the fourth heir of the Feron family, who is still waiting for rescue in the mountains, turn from a hot potato to a piece of fragrant glutton, and when necessary, he can be used to exchange for corresponding help from the Feron family, no matter whether the fourth heir lying in the mountains is treated well or not, as long as he bears the name of the Feron family, the Feron family cannot completely sit idly by.

Secondly, there is also a real knight there, they are because of the rescue of the Bastille they lost, if the old Bolton counterattacks the Bastille, it is reasonable that the other party should help.

At this time, the addition of a big knight is very helpful to them, plus Bull Erickson, they have two big knights in charge, and when the time comes, they will form a high-end force oppression on the enemy who only has a big knight McGee the Skullbreaker, and the big knight without the corresponding high-end force will be a humanoid formation breaker on the battlefield.

Old Bolton was no more than a hundred miles away from the slave hunters in a straight line, even if the road was a little detouring, and the bull Erickson's elite troops were in a hurry, before sunset the next day, they had already found the simple camp of the slave hunters, and the tragic situation inside, even a veteran of Erikson, could not bear to look at it directly.

In the riot in Shanliang, because of the protection of armor, even if they rolled down Shanliang, the probability of survival of the slave hunters was as high as fifty or sixty percent.

What seemed to be extremely fortunate became extremely cruel in the absence of medical treatment, and the wounds that were not treated in time began to suppurate and rot, exuding a disgusting aura.

All kinds of flies and insects are flying all over the sky, it is already late autumn, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, it is obviously not suitable for most insect activities, but there are so many insects from nowhere, and many wounds have white flowers and fat maggots in and out, which makes people shudder.

Ajar had already set up a smaller camp not far away with those who were not injured, but the location was not very good, and the camp was also filled with a strong rancid smell, and many soldiers looked a little wrong, and colds and fevers abounded.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat, hurry!" "Like a rabbit being chased by a hunter, Erickson the bull retreated from the camp with alarming speed.

"Help us, please, give me a little water, it's hot, it's really hot, give me a little cold water. "Some of the slave hunters who were still able to move saw an outsider coming, staggered to their feet, and tried to ask for help.

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

"But they are our own people, the people we have to answer. The adjutant said with an ugly look.

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

Nowhere is this more evident than in the use of technical long-range throwing weapons, such as bows and spears.

To be precise, the head of the head increased greatly, and the slave hunter soldier at the front was thrown a spear through his chest on the spot, nailed to the spot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, I don't know if it was the reason for the darkness of the night, the blood spurted out by the other party was dark, and the fishy smell in the air was even stronger.

Epidemic disease!

At this time, Erickson's guards all reacted, and at the same time, a terrible term jumped into his mind, and all hesitation and pity disappeared, and without hesitation, he sent out the spears and bows in his hands, and crucified those former companions in place.

"Save us, we are our own people!"

"Help!

"Our rescuers are coming, rescuers are coming!"

Hearing the movement, more slave hunters rushed to this side with their sick bodies supported by a strong desire to survive, hoping that the new reinforcements could carry the holy water to help them free themselves from the sea of illness, but what awaited them was the sharp arrows of their companions - death may also be a good way to relieve their pain.

"Don't fight, go. "Bull Erickson gave the order to retreat, out of caution, his army set up camp a few miles away, he only brought a dozen guards to check on the situation, judging from the current situation, his caution allowed them to escape, he knew that they were now fighting not these slave hunters, but the demons in the bodies of these soldiers, they had no chance of victory, and the longer the battle, the more likely they were to lose.

Bull Erickson returned to the camp without delay, without delaying for a minute, and retreated more than ten kilometers overnight.

As soon as the day dawned, the bull Erickson couldn't wait to urge the army to get up and hurry, and when the word of the epidemic spread among the soldiers, none of the soldiers complained half-heartedly, only hated that his parents had given birth to two legs, and he could run as fast as he could, and as far as he could.

"My lord, that group of people has been following us from a distance, do you want to gather the archers and shoot them?" Erickson, the somewhat lacking lieutenant, was finally clever this time, not only releasing a sentry at the front of the group, but also keeping an eye on the back of his own group.

Because no soldier was willing to be left behind, he personally led the team to stay, but he didn't expect that there was really a harvest, since they came out of the camp of the slave hunting team, there has been a group of knights of more than a dozen people not far and close to follow them.