Lord Roar

Chapter 100
Tro, who sat down in the hood, asked with interest: "I would like to ask a question, why does your tribe need so much steel?"

"Build a house, it's too cold." Allen said nonsense with his eyes open.

"I think building a house is fake, but building equipment is real." Before the other party denied it, Troo squinted his eyes and said, "I guess that's right, the new chieftain of the Bloodhoof Tribe?"

Allen found that this Griffon Knight always liked to squint his eyes and talk. He had always thought that the other party was a hidden master, but just now he discovered that this guy is still highly myopic, and he can't even hold the wine glass on the table. Like an old blind fortune teller, he fumbled with his hands.

It was only then that Alan remembered that he had paid attention to this problem when the two met for the first time. At that time, he thought that the wasteland had too much advantage and the other party was not used to it.

What the hell, this kind of blindness can become a Griffin Rider. There is no talent in the Western Diocese, Alan shook his head secretly.

Allen didn't bother to explain so much: "How do you know that I am so domineering? Can you even see it if you are blind?"

"As the western parish bordering the wilderness, we still have some understanding of the leadership structure of the barbarian tribes. I can basically guess it from the attitude of the tribe's soldiers towards you."

It’s fine if it’s not an inner ghost. Alan secretly thought that he was being overwhelmed, but he also knew that this kind of thing would not be hidden for long. Besides, the Bloodhoof tribe is not a big tribe. It is estimated that the Holy See will not pay attention to changing the chief. He and the Bloodhoof tribe didn't care if they couldn't be recognized by the chief chief's tribe. Anyway, they were deadlocked.

"You, aren't you a native barbarian?" Troo, a fortune teller, asked again with his eyes narrowed.

Allen still didn't deny it, and said with a smile: "Ha, is it so obvious? Your eyes are so good, you can see everything!"

"Your body shape, style, demeanor, although you hide it very well, you can't hide it from my eyes! The most important thing" Trow pointed to his head and continued: "Intelligence, a command that other barbarians do not possess .”

"You are so smart, does your mother know?" Allen joked: "Actually, my real identity is a baron nobleman, do you believe it?"

Troll rolled his eyes, pretending he was farting, and changed the subject: "Lord Cardinal Lando admires you very much. The barbarians have no way out, so they might as well join Lord Lando's command. Although I don't know much about you, you can Climbing to the position of chief in a short period of time as a foreigner has to be impressive, you are really smart."

"Well, I'm really smart." Allen suddenly changed his hippie smile, and said with an inexplicable expression: "I'm smart and I guessed another thing. If I guessed right, I didn't want to keep the materials outside. Are you going?"

Hearing this sentence, Troo's face was obviously a little unnatural, and he forced himself to ask calmly: "Chief Bloodhoof, what do you mean by this sentence?"

"How many people did your lord bishop send this time? Hehe, did the old coffin of the great chief also get involved? Which tribe participated? Did the four noble tribes intervene?"

Tro's head was aching, and he immediately recalled all the details from stepping into the camp in his mind, carefully recalling what went wrong.

"It would be great if you could exchange things back. When you go back, report the information about our camp, and then drive back with a large force and destroy us in one fell swoop, right?" Allen teased, "If the situation changes, other The few griffins in the team quickly went back to report the news, right?"

Every time Allen said something, Trow's heart beat wildly. Looking at the other party's half-smile face, he had to wave his hands in denial, and hurriedly said, "How could that be? If so, why should I be alone in danger?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll break the jar and burn everything? The last time I destroyed a magic beast crystal nucleus in a fit of anger, you will remember it. Aren't you dragging me!"

Hearing this, Troo gave a wry smile helplessly, and finally changed his face and clapped his hands, saying with some appreciation: "My proposal just now is always valid, and you will have a place under the Cardinal's command."

"Old Yue, aren't you worried about yourself?"

"Of course I don't have the strength to kill all the tribal fighters in a camp, but it's okay to hold you back." After Troo finished speaking, he retreated violently and pulled out his portable sword, wrapping the sword in a dark red fighting spirit.

"Duqi is so bad, is it just a person?" Allen slowly stood up, stretched his waist, and seemed not to take the other party seriously.

"A chief without tribal fighters is useless." Troo seemed unwilling to give up, and continued to persuade: "If you really have to wait until Lord Lando's troops and the chief's men join forces to slaughter your tribe, then you still have What value, the new chief of Bloodhoof really doesn't think about it?"

"Your boss is quite big-hearted. He wants me to be a puppet? Are you going to fund the development of our Bloodhoof tribe, and then turn the wasteland into the back garden of the Holy See?"

Troo admired the guy in front of him more and more, nodded appreciatively, and asked curiously, "How did you see that?"

Allen pointed to his head with his finger, and said lightly: "Humanity!"

Troo didn't quite understand the answer given by the other party, so he continued: "Master Lando has enough resources for you to grow and develop independently, but you are willing to sit and watch the chief continue to suppress you?"

Allen smiled: "I'm really tempted, but even if I surrender with my brothers, can you trust me?"

Troo really admired the other party's mind this time, and shook his head: "There are many ways to control a person."

"Is it some kind of pill that you human alchemists fiddled with? Or some kind of soul imprisonment contract?"

Troo promised again and again: "As long as you are willing to be used by Mr. Lando, you can give you whatever you want."

Allen said disdainfully: "Come on, I'm not ignorant of Song Jiang's fate."

"Who is Song Jiang?"

"I learned from the Western Paradise!" Alan yelled, quickly grabbed the wine glass on the table, threw it on the ground fiercely, and then tried his best to pretend to be a coquettish expression that the strategy was under my control. . .

Then, Allen slowly lowered his head, looking dumbfounded at the intact wine glass on the ground.

In fact, he is not afraid of this vindictive Griffon Knight, not to mention that he has just mastered the barbarian battle ring and dragon power, even if Dina is standing outside the tent, it is a piece of cake for him to beat a Yorkshire who is short-sighted. .

The main reason is that he thinks that he is no longer a tribal chief, and he is also a regional leader. Although there are only a few hundred people in the tribe, he can't just roll up his sleeves when he fights with others. Ah, so he is going to learn from those more powerful figures in history, and make a name for throwing a cup or something, and then eight hundred knives and axemen rush in and chop the opponent into meat sauce, that's so cool.

Having said that, he doesn't expect 800 knives and ax hands. A full camp of tribal fighters plus a bunch of dwarf radishes is less than [-] people, but it's okay to rush in with more than a dozen tribal fighters to satisfy his vanity or something. .

Who knew he forgot that the wine glass on the ground was made by a dwarf, it was a product of absolute conscience, and the quality was excellent.

The things made by this group of short mules have always been known for being unpretentious and durable. As a result, Alan fell without too much force, the wine glass was intact, and a hole was smashed on the ground.

Tero was also dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on with the madness in front of him.

"Damn!" Allen yelled anxiously: "Fucking people, a bunch of idiots, you can't hear me throwing something."

In an instant, five tribal warriors headed by Babylon the Great rushed into the tent and surrounded Tro.

The Great Babylon still didn't open which pot and which pot to lift, and asked foolishly: "Chief, didn't we agree to throw a cup as a sign? Why are you shouting again!"

"roll!"

Tero was not in the mood to watch the other party get nervous, put his finger to his mouth, and hurriedly blew a loud whistle, his body was like a bow of a full moon, ready for battle.

"Go, tell De Niro, and keep the group of birdmen outside for me." Allen kicked the table over with one foot, stepped on the ring and rushed towards Troy.

(End of this chapter)