Lord Roar

Chapter 107

When the eyes of more than a hundred people focused on him, Allen didn't care at all, but contemptuously hooked his fingers at Johnny who stood out from the crowd.

This insulting action immediately made the lion tribe warriors gathered around Johnny all bearded and haired.

Johnny didn't move in the slightest, looking at Alan covered in blood, he waved his hand to stop the tribesmen who were going to beat the enemy into meat paste, jumped off the "giant axe" neatly, and walked towards Alan slowly.

The clansmen of the Lion tribe knew their chief's temperament well, and consciously stepped aside, even the giant shield fighters and a few vindictive fighters from the human camp also dodged wisely.

When the distance between the two was less than ten meters, Johnny stabilized his figure, looked at the almost dim battle ring under Allen's feet with interest, and asked curiously: "Bloodhoof battle ring?"

Allen laughed and said, "I don't know if it's the Bloodhoof War Ring, but it's just a War Ring."

"Where's that old guy, Bloodhoof Zack?"

"You said your father, I don't know." Allen shrugged, trying to provoke him.

Before that, Old Zack and Babylon the Great had repeatedly told him that Johnny the Great Axe, the chief of the Lion Tribe, was powerful, and if it was not necessary, it was best not to confront him head-on.

And there are more or less tracking masters in every barbarian tribe. The main task of Allen and the warrior after the end is to hold each other back, and if they can't hold back, they will retreat as soon as possible.

Allen didn't take old Zack's words as a deaf ear, he regretted that his life was tight, but he was a little unbelievable after adding dragon power and comprehending the battle ring. He was very confident in his brute strength, even if his body was already overdrawn It's just that his physical strength is not as good as before. Seeing that the members of the Lion tribe seem to have found some clues, he is also very anxious hiding in the dark. body.

"I've seen a lot of people who are overconfident. There are fighting spirit masters of the human race, elite warriors of the barbarian race, and the giant race. They lack a heart to fear the strong." Johnny paused and continued: "I will help them Liberated, there is no trace of their existence in the world anymore!"

After listening to it, Allen pondered for a long time before he could react, and said as if he had encountered a strange thing: "Damn, it turns out that you are threatening me. Your bragging is fresh and refined."

"Do you think you can stop me with your own strength? Stop so many elite fighters from the Lion Tribe?"

"I can't stop it!" Allen shook his head: "But it is still possible to let you have a long memory and retreat in spite of difficulties."

After finishing speaking, Allen put his hand to his mouth, and a loud and piercing whistle rang throughout the camp.

Dozens of warriors from the Bloodhoof tribe all jumped out of the big pit where they were hiding, regardless of whether there were people or horses around them, they all fell down after running over.

Except for a few vindictive fighters and most of the elite fighters of the lion tribe who responded quickly, the giant shield fighters of the human camp were the first to bear the brunt, and those who were beaten by the barbarian fighters who jumped out suddenly were thrown off their feet.

As the giant shield holders who hold giant shields to resist the impact of barbarian warriors, their average height is more than 1.8 meters. Even in the regular human army, they are considered to be strong. Unfortunately, when they meet them, their thighs are thicker than their waists, and their average height is two meters. When the bloodhoof tribe fighters in their 20s were like a naked and shy girl meeting a senior rapist, they had no power to fight back and could only cry and pant secretly.

If the giant shield fighters gathered together and marched in formation like before, the bloodhoof warriors who fought on their own might have no way to deal with them, but these poor human ghosts, because of Gart's order, would sooner or later be weighed down. Thirty kilograms of giant iron shields were thrown outside the camp. Not to mention the lack of giant shields, the team was too scattered, and they couldn't gather quickly in a hurry.

In terms of numbers, they don't have it.

Tool advantage, they don't.

They have no advantage in size.

So the result was that the Bloodhoof Warrior was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, beating up these unlucky ghosts and screaming again and again.

As the commander of the human fighters this time, Garter really still has two brushes. After experiencing the panic for the first few seconds, he quickly commanded, shouting again and again: "All giant shield fighters gather together, and the fighting spirit fighters hold this Help the barbarians!"

It's a pity that Babylon the Great didn't give him so much time to give orders. He was a little dizzy from the bad breath of his companions. When he heard Allen's whistle, he was a little slow to react for a few seconds. However, as the tribe warrior closest to Gat , The distance of a few meters is but an instant to him.

The big Babylon jumped out after pushing away the chaotic rocks. Gad was the only one in his eyes as big as copper bells.

Ignoring a few grudge fighters flying over from a distance, Babylon the Great rushed towards Gart like a mad cow. The distance of only a few meters was fleeting, when Gart found a tall figure covering him. When all the sun was shining in the sky, Babylon the Great had thrown him down.

Gart felt that he had made many mistakes, especially the last one in his life, which cost him his life.

As a commander, why didn't he take steps at every step, why did he order all the giant shield fighters to throw down their giant shields and spread out to move around, why did he dismiss the vindictive fighters around him who were protecting him, why was he so careless?
With a "poof", Babylon the Great punched Gat's head, and scarlet plasma splashed all over him.

After wiping his face, Babylon the Great aroused the barbarian battle ring, and rushed towards the grudge fighter next to him.

In the originally quiet and dilapidated camp, there were countless screams and fierce fighting sounds.

As the elite warriors of the Lion Tribe, the master of all battles, their reaction was even faster than that of human vindictive warriors. Seeing that their chief had already singled out Allen, they also rushed to the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The Lion Tribe, one of the four noble tribes, has more than 1000 tribal fighters, and everyone is an elite. There are no women, children, elderly people, or disabled people in the tribe. Some are just a bunch of killing machines, and countless bones are piled up Let their fierce name resound through the wilderness.

The Bloodhoof Tribe, the former heroic tribe, the chief of the previous generation, Bloodhoof Zac, took his battle guardian beast "Ash" across the wasteland for several years, and even led the tribal warriors under his command to fight head-on with the previous generation of the Holy See's Dragon Army. Shaken, the prestige is unparalleled for a while, and everyone in the barren land and other human countries around it knows it.

Warriors from different tribes belonging to the two wild lands finally met in this dilapidated camp.

Sadly, as the same race, they did not fight against the enemy together, but killed each other.

The lion tribe has its own reasons. They want to prove that their tribe is the strongest in the wilderness.

The Bloodhoof tribe also has their own reasons, they want to protect their homeland and their people.

The elite warriors of the lion tribe did not rush forward, but one by one. They followed the ancient way of fighting between barbarians. The strongest warriors of the two tribes fought to the death without any helpers, and no one could intervene. However, whoever intervenes is the common mortal enemy of both sides, even if it is their chief, even if it is a temporary alliance of human fighting spirit fighters and giant shield fighters.

A few unlucky human beings tried to sneak up on the bloodhoof tribe fighters from behind, but were ruthlessly broken by the lion tribe warriors who were watching the battle.

The leaderless human camp saw that all the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe were entangled by the Lion Tribes, and they quickly gathered together. The few giant shield fighters and vindictive fighters quickly withdrew from the camp and surrounded the fire mage , leaving this battlefield to these barbarians.

Although they combed the hair of an adult and put on handsome suits, the barbarians like little giants fought with each other, and weak chickens like them could not participate.

At this time, the human camp has suffered heavy losses, especially the giant shield hand. There are not a few people alive now. Except for those who were quietly killed by Allen, some were beaten to death by the Bloodhoof tribe, and some were killed by the males. The one that was maimed when the lion department was chasing the bloodhoof warrior, and the one who was accidentally bumped into by two gangs of barbarians, also lost arms and legs.

After all, they are the worst.

Surrounded by humans, Cass, the great fire mage in the middle, looked at the camp and smiled strangely: "Let them kill each other, these disgusting barbarians!"

(End of this chapter)