Lord Roar

Chapter 123 The Mystery of Duff's Identity
In Allen's eyes, desolation has long become the only scenery on the Great Wasteland.

But in the eyes of the Bloodhoof tribe, this land that gave birth to them is poignant, magnificent, and the most beautiful scenery in their eyes.

They never longed for the south of the wilderness, nor did they envy the four seasons of the human race that are distinct in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

They also don't yearn for the northern part of the wilderness, nor do they envy the vast land owned by the Beamon orcs.

It seems that the most barren wasteland in the Saint Cassis Continent is the paradise that the barbarians always long for in the eyes of the barbarians.

Whenever the sun rises, all the people of Bloodhoof will stand at the gate of the camp, looking at the great wasteland not far away.

Alan, who was standing next to Cologne, looked at the group of silent clansmen, and suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

"You said, would they blame me?" Allen asked softly.

Cologne hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head helplessly.

As a member of the human race, Cologne couldn't understand the unreasonable attachment of the wilderness barbarians to their homeland. What is there in the wilderness?The answer is nothing.

At least Cologne couldn't think of anything good on the wasteland.

Not suitable for planting, not suitable for grazing, not suitable for any intelligent race to live on this barren land all year round.

If the chief of the wasteland, Manstein, hadn't distributed the living supplies needed by the tribes on time every month through various channels, Cologne even felt that these barbarian tribes would starve to death sooner or later.

The clansmen of the Bloodhoof Tribe chose to retreat strategically under Allen's persuasion, but this also meant that they abandoned their former homeland after all.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the proud Bloodhoof people will never forget their former homeland, even though it has long been destroyed by the flames of war.

Cologne believes that Allen's choice is extremely correct, and then look at the camp that has just been established today, with sufficient and healthy water sources, moist land, and natural strategic barriers that can be attacked, retreated, and defended. The loess camp is infinitely better.

Not to mention the superior geographical location here, where you can advance, attack, retreat, or defend. This alone will greatly reduce the sacrifice rate and unnecessary losses in future battles.

These principles are not only understood by Kron himself, he believes that other Bloodhoof people also understand.

But so what if they understand, although the Bloodhoof clansman publicly declared their independence with the great chief, but their homeland still stands in the wasteland, what about now?

Now they were driven to the edge of the wilderness, the land under their feet was no longer loess, and the wind blowing in the sky was no longer violent.

Whenever he saw the sad and unwilling expressions of the Bloodhoof people looking at the wasteland, Cologne felt very uncomfortable.

Maybe they will get used to it after a while, Cologne comforted himself secretly,
Even Cologne himself didn't notice it. Unknowingly, he regarded the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe as his family members, and he felt the same for all of this.

Allen clenched his hands into fists and said firmly: "I believe that one day, I will lead the bloodhoof clansmen and walk on the wasteland unimpeded again. At that time, no one will stand in front of the bloodhoof clansmen and say Half a word."

Colon nodded. He believed that the man in front of him would do what he said, and he also firmly believed that under the leadership of his new boss Allen, the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe would not be too busy waiting for that day to come. Long.

"By the way, you and Old Duff have been living in the Bloodhoof Tribe, are you still used to it?" Allen seemed to ask nonsense inadvertently.

There was an inexplicable expression on Ke Long's face, but he immediately covered it up, and said unnaturally: "I've been with the boss and the Bloodhoof tribe for so long, and I'm used to it."

"Really?" Allen smiled, and continued to ask, "What about Old Duff?"

Colon pretended not to care and said, "Mage Dufu should be the same as me. He has nothing to do with the human race. I think he seems to enjoy life in the Bloodhoof tribe."

"You knew Duff before?"

Cologne said suspiciously: "Don't you know? Back then we escorted the business group as companions, but we didn't have a deep understanding of each other."

"I mean before."

Cologne was a little puzzled, hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't know it, and I haven't heard of it. Boss, what do you mean by asking this?"

Allen waved his hand and said: "Don't get me wrong, I always feel that you seem to be very wary of Old Dove recently and seem a little scared. Don't you trust him?"

"No, boss, you are overthinking." Cologne quickly explained: "Although Mage Dufu doesn't act like a strict orthodox magician, his contribution to our tribe is obvious to all. How could I be wary of him? Woolen cloth!"

"Cologne, I believe that you have experienced so much with the tribe, and now you never leave the tribe, it is no longer because of that ridiculous transaction at the beginning." Allen said lightly, what he meant was that Cologne was captured back then At that time, after accepting the Warcraft crystal nucleus, he had no choice but to stay in the Bloodhoof Tribe as a free instructor.

Colon nodded, as acquiescence.

Allen looked serious, and then said: "Since you have developed feelings for the Bloodhoof Tribe, as a chief, I have always regarded you as my brother. If you treat me as a fool, it would be too chilling for me."

A tangled expression appeared on Cologne's face, he hesitated for a while, finally sighed, and said slowly: "It's not that I want to hide something, but I found that Mage Dufu is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

"What do you mean?" Seeing what happened to Cologne, Allen was secretly startled. Old Dufu, a bad old man, is he still a peerless master. He didn't really kill dragons like De Niro's stick said. ?
Damn, if that's the case, the Bloodhoof tribe will be developed. Since the dragons have been slaughtered, Johnny's lion tribe is nothing. As long as the old Du Fu doesn't hide his strength and helps, he can take his tribe back to take revenge now. avenge.

After thinking for a while, Allen felt that something was wrong. When he robbed the human business group, the old hooligan didn't seem to be hiding his strength. Even later, he was humiliated by himself and his tribe in the tribe, and he didn't see the old hooligan's anger and humiliation. His expression seems to be faked.

Cologne was waiting for Allen to continue asking, but when he saw his new boss in front of him, his face changed from surprise to confusion, and then suspicion, completely immersed in his inner world like a neurotic.

"Ahem!" Cologne interrupted Allen's obsession, and continued: "When he rescued the bear leader that day, he probably didn't use water magic, it was a bit like blood magic!"

"Blood magic?" Allen asked suspiciously: "I know something about it. My butler used to be a dual-line magister of blood and undead."

Cologne rolled his eyes, thinking that his new boss' bragging was simply superb.

"How should I put it? I've only heard that blood magic is regarded as heresy by the Mage Association and the Holy See. Anyone who finds out that they practice blood magic will be sent to the stake to be burned to death."

Allen nodded secretly. Different people have different opinions on this kind of thing. If others regard it as heresy, it may not be really evil, especially those hypocrites in the name of morality. He didn't think his old housekeeper Lacey was so bad. It's as wretched as Du Fu. Could it be that people who practice this kind of magic will become particularly wretched?

Don't say that Old Dove really practiced this kind of blood magic, as long as he can be a free thug of the Bloodhoof tribe, he raped the Pope's own daughter, and it has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that Allen seemed very excited and looking forward to it, Colon hesitated for a long time before saying: "I don't know if Mage Dufu practiced blood magic, but I only heard a legend about a blood magician the legend of."

Hearing this, Allen has basically equated the blood magician in the mouth of Old Duff and Cologne. Sadido is not a human power, and the number of magicians in the whole country can be counted with two hands. , and there must be very few guys who cultivate such a partial blood-type magic. How can it be such a coincidence that Du Fu knows blood-type magic.

Allen asked excitedly: "What legend, dragon slaying? Or did he destroy a town by himself? What did the old hooligan do that made him disappear?"

Cologne's face was as constipated. He didn't expect the new boss to have such high expectations for the old Duf. He really couldn't bear to interrupt Alan's beautiful fantasy, and said as gently as possible: "That's not true, but this blood magic At the beginning, the master sneaked into the palace of Sadido Kingdom. It is said that he was full of alcohol and slept with the old queen at that time. He was exposed on the spot. After being discovered, he was besieged by guards and court magicians. The blood magic caught him by surprise and escaped."

"Go and do your work." Allen squatted on the ground and said disappointedly: "I want to stay alone."

He felt that this kind of incident of drinking too much and impulsively raped the king's mother was very in line with the old Dufu's usual style, drunk and cowardly.

Colon hesitated to speak, shook his head, turned and left.

Originally, he wanted to continue talking, but looking at the new boss's appearance, he seemed very hurt. He didn't expect that he would have no chance to talk at the beginning.

Cologne secretly thought that the climax was yet to come. If the blood magician was really old Du Fu, he probably also had the strength to slay dragons.

Although it was just a legend, at the beginning, Archbishop Stewart, who is now the cardinal of the Holy See, was still the chief magician of the court of the Kingdom of Sadido at that time.

Archbishop Stuart, at the level of a magister, he would have been beaten to death by that blood magician. If he hadn't teamed up with three or four court mages and hundreds of court guards, Stuart specifically said that he would become a red-clothed archbishop, and now he might have to rely on a wheelchair to live.

However, the new boss was obviously not in the mood to talk nonsense anymore, so Cologne had no choice but to leave wisely, secretly guessing whether the old Du Fu was the blood magician.

Just a few steps away, a dwarf ran over with two short legs, and shouted as he ran: "Boss, the boss is not good, our elder De Niro and the old bastard are fighting, you go quickly!" have a look."

"Which old bastard?" Allen asked depressedly, why are there so many things happening every day, and who is going to fight with De Niro again, let alone old Zack, De Niro's small body, I guess he will rush back Yes, the corpses are cold.

"Who else is there, that bastard who is a water magician." The dwarf said angrily.

(End of this chapter)