Arnold is an excellent falconer, the mountain eagle selected and trained by him is not spiritually under the Andes hound, even the scavenger Clayton has heard of his name and wants to take him under his command, Arnold disdains him as a person and refuses mercilessly.

This makes Clayton, who considers himself a falconer, furious, and threatens to never let him have a good time, but the two are separated by the territory of McGee the Skullbreaker, and in the end, it is gone.

Arnold's contempt for Clayton the Scavenger is not to say how much he is ideologically conscious, how much he hates the slave hunters, but the hatred of the Bastille by the Andes Hill people is just a big concept, mostly referring to those who are plagued by the slave hunters.

And people like Arnold, who have lived and hunted in the depths of the mountains all their lives, only heard from other villages that the slave hunters in the west were very fierce, and many family villages were harmed, and most of the time they just listened to them as stories.

Especially the story of Faetvo and the heart-wrenching song, they all like it, especially like to sit in front of the campfire at night, singing together, it always feels very imposing and passionate, and that's it, after all, they are just a story.

Until the robbers rushed into the village, laughing wildly and killing and plundering unscrupulously, Arnold watched his little grandson, who was just a few months old, being thrown to death in front of him, watching his beautiful wife being dragged into his house by those beasts, and watching his wife break the oil lamp in despair and set fire to his home.

His anger was about to ignite him, but he didn't dare to do it, not because of cowardice, but because he had a grandson and three sons who had fallen into the hands of the demons, and the sword was at their throats.

It was not only his village that suffered, but also the surrounding villages, many of whom were as strong as him, and who did not know what to fear even when facing the Andes Bear alone, had no choice but to give in when the enemy held a sharp blade to the throat of their loved ones.

When he saw the flattering-looking middle-aged mountaineer in the crowd, the flames of anger in Arnold's heart kept rolling like volcanic magma, and he knew for the first time that people could be so shameless.

The middle-aged mountain man was no stranger to him, and even familiar, when he was chasing a mountain deer, he found him dying, carried him on his back for nearly fifty miles of mountain roads, and raised him in his home for nearly half a year before he survived.

Their family treats him well, and the limited meals every day are to let him eat first, and then it is his family's turn to share the food, and after the other party disappeared inexplicably, Arnold also took the whole family to look for him all over the mountains, worried about what happened to him.

Unexpectedly, it was a jackal in human skin that he kindly carried home, and Arnold's anger was not only at the middle-aged mountain man, but also at himself, in the final analysis, it was his own family that was ruined.

Later, Arnold learned that this kind of person was the legendary ghost slave, and there were not a few such people in the entire mountain.

Arnold wanted to drag the middle-aged mountain man named Heber to death several times, but the cunning guy seemed to know that he hated him to the extreme, and every time he avoided him from afar, he could only endure it again and again, even if he asked him to lift the sliding rod for the demon leader, he just accepted it silently.

It wasn't until he sang his favorite tune on the mountain beam, Falwater, that at that moment he had a new understanding of this ballad that had been sung thousands of times, it turned out that the story was not a simple story, when the cruel and merciless evil befell them, was it humiliating acceptance, or did they resist at all costs?

At that moment, Arnold had his own answer in his mind, and then the young man who looked like a mountain leopard appeared and delivered a heavy arrow to his hand.

Arnold didn't hesitate to pull out the heavy arrow, and did what he had been brewing in his heart for the past few days, I don't know how many times, and slit the throat of the jackal.

In the eyes of the other party before he died, he not only saw fear, despair, pleading and other emotions, but also seemed to have this look of begging for forgiveness, he had done all the evil things, and even tried to forgive, if he forgave him, where would he put his poor wife, son, and grandson?

Arnold kicked it off the mountain without hesitation, and then with the assistance of his other companions, he snatched a military bow, kept opening the bow and opened the bow again, and when the quiver was empty, he used the bowstring and the bow body as a weapon to completely vent the anger that had oppressed the road.

In the end, I don't remember how he was dragged out of the battlefield, and as for his son and grandson, who were taken hostage, they were nowhere to be found, and in that chaotic situation, the chances of their escape were less than half a percent, and he was completely alone.

Then Arnold met the leopard-like boy again, and he had a very unique name, Sean, which in the ancient Andys language meant a gift from the mountain god, and it was clear that he had a parent who cherished him.

When the young man asked them if they wanted revenge, Arnold didn't hesitate to join, and now that all the treasures in his life were gone, his life had been completely plunged into darkness, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was revenge, that he was going to kill all the slave hunters in the unfinished business of the hero in Etward.

I have to admit that Sean and the young people he led are the smartest people Arnold has ever seen in his life, even if the wise men in those tribes bow their heads in front of them, and everything immediately changes in their hands, even the mountain hunters who have never received formal training are also rectified in their hands.

Then, over the next few days, they witnessed the miracle of the birth of the seemingly impregnable castle with less than two thousand men, and from beginning to end he simply followed the mountain hunters who had changed their bows like him, and at some point he obeyed the command to shoot the quiver in his hand.

Then everything they did in the Bastille subverted Arnold's previous perception of the world, and they couldn't help but sigh that the food could be so delicious, the weapons and armor could be made like this, and a very ordinary stone could be turned into a treasure that could repel insects and prevent epidemics in the fire for a while.

But his wife and children will never see all this again, and every time they think about it, their hearts ache, and the world that has just appeared a little color becomes extremely gray again.

When the Young Boys began to recruit hunters to act as sentry scouts and fight a sentry battle with the other party, Arnold did not hesitate to sign up, not for the young man, although he was very grateful to the young man and admired the other party's ideas, but not to the point where he was desperately loyal, he fought for his dead relatives, and it had become their fatal obsession to destroy all the slave hunters.

There are not many people who have this kind of thought like Arnold, and they can't mourn more than die, and it's their group of people who are talking about it.

Regardless of their philosophies, Sean treated them equally, armed them to the teeth before the expedition, hunting bows, daggers, axes, thickened leather armor with scales, enough for a week of military rations and dried meat, and even kettles and fire-starting things were specially prepared, Arnold had hunted all his life, and this was the most comprehensive preparation.

Arnold chose to travel alone, and his years of hunting habits developed his withdrawn personality, which became more severe when his family suffered misfortunes.

When he was in the Bastille before, except for the work that was arranged, he sat in a daze all night long, he did not dare to close his eyes, and every time he closed his eyes, his relatives would appear in front of him in blood.

Especially his favorite little grandson who is only a few months old, he is still so little, still so immature, every time he smiles at him with wide eyes, he feels that his heart is melted, and the pain and fatigue on his body have disappeared without a trace, and he will never see it again, and he can't breathe every time he thinks about it.

It was only when he returned to the mountains that Arnold came back to life, and all kinds of elaborate large traps could be arranged with an hourglass of local materials only with his axe.

Arnold did more than one, and along the way he saw no less than a hundred similar traps, and after carefully choosing the route, these traps became more targeted, targeting only one type of prey, people, and even ordinary beasts stepped on it, it was difficult to trigger.

These traps are usually leth-oriented, and it is completely unknown how much damage they can inflict on unknown enemies, and they will not come back to check them in order to cause all kinds of trouble for the enemy.

Unless the outpost battle is placed in a small space, it is definitely not tragic, especially now on the hundreds of miles of the ancient Jacob River, hundreds of people on both sides are thrown into it, like a handful of sand thrown into a big river, once dispersed, it is very difficult for their own people to run into their own people, let alone run into the enemy, which is a very lucky thing.

Anyway, so far, Arnold's luck is not bad, although he has not bumped into the enemy, but he has found a trace left by a slight accident.

The other party is also an old hunter, very cautious, not only to deal with his tracks, but also to bury the traces of life, if it weren't for Arnold's carefulness enough, after grabbing the little tail that the other party unintentionally revealed, he chased after him, but he was afraid that he would miss it.

The rest is a great competition of perseverance, endurance, equipment, tracking, anti-tracking and other comprehensive qualities, once there is a shortcoming in a certain aspect, it will pose a fatal threat to itself.

For example, the one who was targeted by Arnold obviously has a flaw in his anti-tracking ability, at least much worse than Arnold.

In terms of perseverance, endurance, tracking, and anti-tracking, the Andes mountain people led by Arnold had an absolute advantage, and the old Burton's hand-picked marksmen had been rigorously trained in this area.

In these respects, there is no way to surpass the Andis mountain people, who have been immersed in it since childhood, after all, for them, this is a survival skill, and if they do not master this skill, they will starve to death.

Sometimes in order to track down and hunt a large beast, it is normal to lurk hungry for several days and nights, in this case, even the most impatient and unfortunate people will be honed, and as for those who have not been honed, they have already been fed by those large beasts.

If the marksman is a skill in this aspect, then the Andes mountain people are an instinct, which is higher and which is lower, it is self-evident.

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