"I think I'm better suited for this job. This time it was also the chief of military staff who spoke out, but his self-recommendation was somewhat sideways.

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

To be honest, his identity is still a little different from ordinary people.

Although the Walled City Alliance has long since disappeared, and the Three Caves Alliance has also been eaten and digested by the Eternal Night Military Leader, Ben Hebrew's identity as the Eternal Night Military Leader is still somewhat detached, and the potential influence is still not small.

After all, he was born in an old force, and he has not been particularly bad over the years, and many people even if they already have a new life and identity, they still have to respectfully call him the old city lord when they see him.

Something is ingrained in the bones and won't change easily.

What's more, Ben Hebrew is a veteran master-level warlock, and after joining the Eternal Night Commander, he has taken a step further and stepped on the peak of his personal strength, combining a mastery-level warlock and a champion knight, and is the out-and-out number one master of the Eternal Night Commander, which alone also adds a lot of points to him.

As for Darnell, the former leader of the Sword of the Holy Aether, he only preached in the Eternal Night Army, not one of their subordinates, and he might have participated in a war like the invasion of the barbarians in the mountain Kentana, but he would never have touched the matter of marching into the swamp of despair like the one in front of him.

Because in his opinion, the Eternal Night Warlord is playing the role of an intruder this time.

Since joining the Eternal Night, Ben Hebrew has done the same thing as Bull Erickson, living in seclusion, completely cutting off all contact with his former subordinates and bent on becoming his chief of staff.

In doing so, he has earned more respect for himself.

When Bron's voice spoke, everyone looked to Ben Hebrew.

"Look at what I'm doing, in this room we're not father and son, we're colleagues. "He is already a father of three children, and he can take responsibility for his words and deeds." ”

Finally, he added: "If there is a chance to get more opportunities for experience, it is also good, in all fairness, Chief of Staff Rolanne is indeed more suitable than Chief of Staff Kelman, once something happens, Rolanne has a greater hope of escaping." ”

Ben Heber is naturally Brann's identity as a secret-level warlock, especially the dark system, which is said to be the best at hiding traces of magic abilities along with the light system.

"Let's take a long view!" said Sean, putting the question on hold.

According to their usual way of acting, they will not send their own people over so rashly when they know that there is a great danger, and they will definitely formulate plans in all aspects.

It is not too late to wait until the corresponding plan is formulated and perfected, and then determine the candidate.

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

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

Due to the specificity of the reasons for its composition, the Swamp of Despair is still different from the ordinary swamp.

First, the formation age is shorter, the excess water mainly comes from the Andes Mountains, the water has more minerals and nutrients, it is a very typical rich swamp, which means that it can support a large number of plants, as long as there are plants, regardless of whether they are aquatic or terrestrial, all kinds of creatures will naturally not be less, whether aquatic, amphibian, crawling, flying.

Second, although it was known as the Jiangnan Plain back then, it really belonged to the plain area, only less than one-third of the middle and lower reaches, and the other two-thirds were either adjacent to the Cartel Hills or on the remaining veins of the Andes Mountains, which was naturally not so flat.

Those once small hills, like the mountains in the Andes Inland Lake before the re-streaming, have been transformed into swampy islands, which are the main gathering places of the crocodile people.

These swampy islands provide very little cultivated area, and the main source of livelihood for the crocodile people is naturally the abundant catch in the water.

When the water level begins to drop sharply, a large number of aquatic plants die, which in turn leads to the death of a large number of fish.

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

As soon as the catch decreases, they face a food crisis.

At the beginning, the crocodile people didn't take it seriously, and happily went to pick up the aquatic products that were exposed because the water level receded.

Considered a normal weather cycle, this situation has been out of the Swamp of Despair a few times before, but each time it will not take more than two months before it will recover.

Unexpectedly, this anomaly lasted for a year and a half, and after entering the summer when it should have been rainy, the situation became even worse, and countless ponds and swamps were drying up, revealing the dry and cracked ground below.

Faced with these cracked lands, the crocodile's first reaction was not ecstasy, but deep despair.

Just like their ancestors, they faced flooding and rain, if not more so.

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

They have adapted to a new way of life, just like the Andes, who have long forgotten the farming skills of their ancestors, and even in the face of fertile oily land, they do not know how to farm, but sit in the gold mines.

For the first time, the crocodiles no longer cursed the endless rainy season, but hoped for its early arrival.

But this time they were doomed to disappointment, because they were not facing a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

They can no longer go back to the way they have lived for nearly three hundred years.

But the crocodile people in it did not have such a long-term vision, they fought for the food that was getting less and less in front of them, between towns and towns, villages and villages, villagers and villagers, countless corpses became war crocodile rations and nutrients for the dry swamp, and the whole desperate swamp was a miasma.

It was in this situation that Wyndley and his servant and friend Wycliffe, with whom he had grown up, returned to their hometown of Lausander from Gucci City.

Wynd said bitterly: "My dear clansmen, they are about to come to a great disaster, and now they are still fighting for some trivial profits, they have to wait until the dead clan is wiped out before they wake up?"

Wycliffe comforted on the side: "Young patriarch, this is not all their fault, the natural danger of the Desperate Swamp, although it keeps out countless voyeurs, is also a natural cage, trapping our people here, I don't know how to open my eyes to see the outside world, many people have thought that the whole world is a desperate swamp all their lives!"

Wycliffe waved his arm energetically and said: "Fortunately, there are still two of us who have run out, knowing the situation outside, and getting precious news, it is not too late, when the time comes, with the prestige of the old patriarch, ascend to the heights, and it will inevitably be like a cloud, and it will definitely make those greedy peepers die in this land forever." ”

Wynd's face was not good-looking because of the other party's comfort, but he was even more worried: "We ran away at the beginning, and when we meet, my father will not give us a chance to talk at all, and will directly break our legs!"

Wycliffe smiled bitterly in his heart, his own young patriarch was good at everything, but his fear of the old patriarch was too heavy since he was a child, and it has not been alleviated with time.

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

"Be careful. Wynd yanked Wycliffe with a hard hand.

Wycliffe was already on the verge of landing his feet and retracted it stiffly.

By the time he retracted it, half of his foot had already slipped into the wet ground.

"Hell, I didn't expect these mud traps to become even more scary and difficult to identify after the drought. Wycliffe couldn't help but change color slightly, this kick just now was quite troublesome, even with companions, because it was the most troublesome mud trap in the Swamp of Despair.

With only a thin layer of dry soil on top and a muddy ground that has been fermenting and rotting for hundreds of years, it is like the mouth of a greedy monster, and once any creature sinks into it, it will bite until it is completely engulfed, and then it will rot and become a part of its body.

Among the Desperate Swamp crocodiles, there are many legends about them.

It is said that the monsters that live in it feed on innocent lives, and these natural mud pits are the nests and natural hunting traps they have created, and as they grow up, the mud traps will grow with them.

Wynd's and Wycliffe's eyes, who had been out there, scoffed at the argument, believing it to be nothing more than a trick used by the old men to scare the children away from the mud trap.

However, 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 which the blood sacrifice of captives is the highest standard and the most grandiose.

There is also a popular legend that they are the entrance to the netherworld, from which you can directly enter the world of the dead, and some crocodiles who can't think of it will end their lives in this way.

There is also a legend, somewhat similar to the first, which is also a monster, but after the gluttonous monster was killed by the hero, its stomach fell to the ground and turned into a mud trap, still maintaining its greed in life.

Either way, it is directly linked to death, which fully shows their status in the hearts of the crocodile people.

Hundreds of crocodiles die every year, not to mention those who are unfamiliar with the environment.

Due to the unusual weather, the already unrecognizable mud traps were even more camouflaged, and this was the fourth time they had entered the swamp of despair.

It was definitely not the most dangerous one, the last time Wynder had half of his body sunk in, and he was dragged out by Wycliffe.

This is also the reason why the crocodile people have formed a tradition of never acting alone, and most of the natural traps in the Swamp of Despair cannot be broken from on their own.

Just as Wycliffe had just steadied himself, a behemoth silently burst out of the swamp on the other side.

This time, Wycliffe was unfazed, and his short body was extremely mature, and it slammed into the opponent's broad jaw.

The impact of a knight who was only one step away from the big knight was not so easy to bear, and his body lost control on the spot and flew several meters sideways.

At this time, Wynnd's combo also arrived, and a weapon similar to a ship's oar, slammed into its head, causing it to fall into a semi-dazed state, unable to get up for a long time.

Instead of making up for the fatal blow, Wynnd kicked it back into the swamp with a kick, muttering, "Be cautious when you pick your prey next time, not everyone can provoke it." ”

The behemoth writhed in the water for a moment and vanished.

The creature that had just tried to hunt them was none other than the war crocodile, an endemic species of the Swamp of Despair.

War crocodiles are a kind of crocodiles, but there are many differences from ordinary crocodiles, not only because they are larger, often two or three meters, but also because they are more slender, have longer limbs, and have a higher chassis, not only are they swimmers in the water, but they are also not slow to run on land.

The crocodiles talk about the muddy swamps that they can run over as long as they have a certain initial speed, and the secret lies in their wider flippers, which when opened, can spread their weight.

The crocodiles may not have figured it out, but that didn't stop them from crafting swamp boots from them.

There is no doubt that war crocodiles evolved from the complex geography of the Despair Swamp, and they are better adapted to the unique environment of the Despair Swamp - the once Despair Swamp than the crocodiles.

The crocodile people have a very close relationship with the war crocodile, most of the family has the habit of keeping war crocodiles in captivity, for ordinary people, these fierce hunters, whether it is guarding the home and nursing the yard, or fishing and hunting, looking up or fighting in conflict, are good helpers, as long as there is water where they can be free-range, they will solve most of the food on their own.

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

The current situation should be biased in favor of the latter, and even these natural hunters are now faced with the dilemma of food scarcity, and some are hungry.

Also, Wynd and Wycliffe had been away from the Swamp of Despair for too long, and the crocodile-specific aura on them had faded a lot.

"Who?"

As soon as they turned around, the two were surrounded by more war crocodiles.

Unlike the wild ones in front of them, these were kept in captivity by the crocodiles, so they were only eager to try and did not attack directly.

"Hi, hi, brother, don't get excited, we are our own people, our own people...... Pooh, is that you?" Wynd said to the eldest of the crocodiles.

The middle-aged crocodile looked Wynd and Wycliffe up and down, and said with some hesitation, "You are?"

"Uncle Pooh, are you, us, little Wyndder and little Wycliffe. Wynnd waved his hand excitedly, and he was extremely excited to see his people again after nearly ten years.

"Little Wyndder and Little Wycliffe?" The middle-aged crocodile named Vinnie took nearly a dozen seconds to reconcile the two with the faces in his memory, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Wynd, Salofo, Wycliffe, Anre?"

"That's right, that's us, that's us. This time, it was not only Wynd, but also Wycliffe nodded excitedly.

"The god of water is above, it's really the two of you, aren't you two swallowed by the mire?Why did you suddenly appear again?Could it be that you escaped from the world of the dead?" Although the identities of the two were confirmed, Pooh was not too excited, more surprised, but the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Wynd and Wycliffe looked at each other, obviously not expecting that their runaway from home would bring such a misunderstanding.

Having said that, it is normal for such misunderstandings to occur, after all, after they ran away from home, they brought only a handful of letters to their families, and it is unknown whether they brought them or not.