Lord Roar

Chapter 105 The Broken Camp

When Johnny led a hundred barbarian warriors approaching the Bloodhoof camp, the scene in front of him made everyone full of doubts.

Although they had already heard that the Bloodhoof Tribe is now sparsely populated, they never expected it to be so dilapidated. The scene in front of them was a tribal camp with hundreds of people. Hundreds of giants ruined the scene after a pass.

A circle of rickety wooden piles was scattered around the campsite, and a dilapidated earth wall was erected around it, with broken weapon fragments piled up on it.

And the simple animal skin tents scattered all over the campsite were all stitched and patched with holes, and rocks of different shapes were scattered and discarded.

Seeing the scene in front of him, not only Johnny was a little dumbfounded, but the human commander Gart who came after him was also completely dumbfounded.

The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, choked for a long time and couldn't speak.

Johnny looked at Gart and the human camp warily, and couldn't help but think to himself, could it be that the strength of the Griffin Riders is so strong that ten Griffin Riders can bring down a barbarian tribe with hundreds of people?
After a while, he himself felt that this idea was too ridiculous. After overthrowing this idea, looking at the dilapidated camp in front of him, Johnny became more and more puzzled.

But who cares about Gart at this time, what does Johnny think, he still doesn't know what kind of stuff those so-called Griffin Riders are?It's just a group of scouts under the name of the Griffin Knights.

No matter what he said, he would never believe that everything in front of him was caused by the Griffon Knight. The only possibility was that the chief may have sent other tribes to attack the Bloodhoof tribe, but the scene in front of him did not seem like any large-scale battle had taken place. .

But he didn't have time to worry about so much. What he cared about now was whether those monster crystal nuclei were still intact.

"Those steels! Warcraft crystal cores! Magic props! Supplies! Where are the things? What about the things Lord Lando wants?" After a long while, Gart shouted like a frightened village girl, "Go in and find it, blood What about the people from the Hoof Tribe? Why don’t they even have a corpse? Where’s the monster crystal nucleus? Let me go in and find them all.”

Human warriors, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do for a while.

"What are you doing in a daze, go in and find me! You guys want to go back empty-handed? Humph, I believe you all know how Master Lando treats those who fail to complete the task!" Gart threatened his subordinates. After a while, he took the lead in jumping off his mount, and rushed into the dilapidated camp like a madman.

In desperation, a large group of human warriors holding huge shields also put their giant shields on the ground, and walked into the Bloodhoof Tribe camp slowly.

However, the current result is actually not bad for the giant shield fighters who act as cannon fodder. After all, if a battle breaks out and the barbarians on both sides fight, they are likely to bear the brunt of the impact. Not everyone can withstand the impact of the barbarians. It is not impossible to break a foot, or even die.

And the other fighting spirit warriors also had to act as Gate's guards. Except for a few people left behind to protect Cass, the fire magician, they all rushed into the camp with Gate.

Johnny hesitated for a moment, and followed the camp with the soldiers suspiciously.

As the once powerful Bloodhoof Tribe, the camp covers an area of ​​about three to four square kilometers.

Two groups of people from different races, just like that, lowered their heads and shrugged, looking around dejectedly.

Thinking about it, it’s true. After planning for so long, spending so much money, ambushing with bait, and using so many supplies and steel to paralyze the other party, the end result is that the supplies are all gone, not to mention even a living person. less than.

Gat's eyes were empty as if his parents had died. He looked at the scattered human warriors, and stood there like a wooden stake for a long time.

Unlike Gart, Johnny doesn't believe that the Bloodhoof tribe will come to camp alone. The wasteland is so big, and each tribe's territory has been divided. He doesn't believe that any tribe dares to brazenly Take in the members of the Bloodhoof tribe.

With the growing doubts in his heart, Johnny saw that his clansmen were also silent, as if their morale was very low, and he shook his head secretly.

The people of the tribe are all ready to come over and the bayonets are red. They have seen that they can't even see the hair of an enemy. It's a hell.

This group of elite barbarian warriors, who were like war madmen, also dispersed on their own, looking for a place to sit down and rest by themselves. Seeing a group of humans and wild dogs looking around, it was time to watch the excitement.

Gate saw that the search circle was getting bigger and bigger, and the soldiers were getting more and more scattered. He yelled at a few vindictive warriors who were protecting him, "What are you doing here? You also look for it, I don't need you Protect, protect the ass."

A few fighting spirit fighters gave a wry smile, and began to walk around the camp like wild dogs, with their buttocks pouted.

Gart thought that if he really returned to the western parish with nothing, Lord Lando would never let him off easily, and his heart became more and more frightened, and his body paralyzed and he sat on the spot.

But what he didn't know was that less than three meters away, there was actually a big pit more than two meters deep where it was covered by a large pile of rocks.

"Great Babylon, are you sure this is the leader?" A barbarian warrior who was hiding in the pit asked quietly.

Holding his breath, Babylon the Great replied in a low voice with some uncertainty: "It should be, look at that human being, standing up and yelling twice, others have to hurry to work, isn't our chief doing the same thing?"

The barbarian warrior next to him nodded in deep agreement.

"I'm so anxious, why didn't the chief make a move?" Babylon the Great and another barbarian warrior squeezed into the small cave, very uncomfortable, and when they moved a little, their faces were close to each other.

"Great Babylon, breathe softly, your mouth is too stinky."

"Fart, I still said, what are you eating in your mouth, why is it such a big smell."

"Shut up, you're killing me."

"You just shut up."

Big Babylon is an actionist. After holding his mouth tightly shut for a few seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a big breath at the other party, and then smiled foolishly: "Ha, I'll smoke you to death!"

"You..." Another tribal warrior next to him was not far behind, and hastily held back for a few seconds, imitating the smoke and going back.

In this way, two barbarian men two meters away, you smoke me, I smoke you, and start hurting each other

Like Babylon the Great, the more than 40 tribesmen who stayed behind were all arranged by Allen to hide in the caves surrounding the camp.

At this time, Allen, like a hunter waiting for his prey, lay motionless under a pile of rocks, with only a pair of eyes exposed, constantly staring at the humans approaching him.

His goal is very simple. It is best to kill those vindictive fighters and the opponent's commander in one blow. If he is entangled, try to draw as many enemies to his rear. At that time, it will be up to Du Fu .

(End of this chapter)