Lord Roar

Chapter 129 Raiders
As the messenger of the Great Chief's tribe, Haldon is also the messenger between the Western Diocese and the Great Chief. At this time, he stepped on the wasteland under his feet, and felt emotional for a while.

He went to see the camp of the Bloodhoof Tribe that had been destroyed by the flames. The dozens of charred corpses inside were all human, not a single Bloodhoof Tribe warrior.

The Western Diocese and Cardinal Lando can be counted as heavy losses this time.

So much steel and living supplies, as well as the previous Warcraft crystal nucleus and magic props are all missing, not to mention these extraneous things, even the enshrined mages of the parish fell on the wasteland.

The Western Diocese, who was informed of the news, pushed all the responsibilities to the chief tribe.

But what about Great Chief Manstein, the Bloodhoof tribe has long since disappeared, and even Johnny the Great Axe's Lion tribe has lost dozens of elite warriors.

The big chief and Johnny couldn't swallow this breath, and Lando, who suffered the most serious loss, couldn't be.

But this time, Heldon secretly accepted the summon of the great chief, and there was only one order given to him, which was to lead the human magicians to find the new camp of the Bloodhoof tribe.

Johnny's clansman had already reported the location of the Bloodhoof Tribe to the chief, and the chief had been pressing Johnny not to let him act rashly, just to give the western parish a chance to kill his enemies.

Haldon was suddenly a little at a loss. Now, he also knew that when he went to the Bloodhoof Tribe for the first time not long ago, the strange new face was the new chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

It was that guy who was a head shorter than himself, who single-handedly killed more than a dozen fighting spirit fighters and dozens of human giant shield players. Even Johnny, the recognized warrior in the wilderness, didn't take advantage of the other party.

Perhaps only the members of the Bloodhoof tribe still retained their bravery and pride, and refused to accept the mercy of humans and the great chief.

I believe that for other tribes, facing the double threat of the chieftain and the western parish, they may have already compromised, instead of fighting like the bloodhoof tribe.

Looking back at the three carriages behind him, Haldon felt that he was less and less like a barbarian, but more like a cunning human being, and even reduced to a lackey of human beings.

In the leading carriage sat court mages from the Western Diocese, and one of them was the blood brother of the fire mage Cass who fell in the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Brett, who is also a fire magician, has already advanced into a magician. This time, the human beings are easy to follow because he has a magic scroll of "Flame Hell and Star Rain". The tribes clashed head-on, but summoned the magic in the magic scroll from a distance, and wiped out the Bloodhoof tribe in one fell swoop.

The chief told Haldon that this magic scroll was the key trump card for Brett to avenge his brother.

As long as he arrives at the Bloodhoof Tribe camp with the magician and his escorts, Brett will definitely kill and avenge his brother.

There are no magicians in the Bloodhoof Tribe, and no one will notice the changes in the magic elements in the space. Perhaps when the fellow tribe of the Bloodhoof Tribe notices the danger, what will befall them will only be countless fire rain and rain from the sky. flames.

Thinking that in the near future, Bloodhoof's fellow clansmen would die under the conspiracy of human magicians, Haldon was filled with a sense of powerlessness and guilt.

The inner torment did not last long, and the group had already reached their destination.

Brett wore a fiery red magic robe. After getting out of the carriage, he helped another old man dressed as a scholar to get off the carriage tremblingly.

Haldon glanced suspiciously, this gray-bearded old man didn't look like a magician, instead he looked like a helpless little old man, although magicians were relatively weak in physique.

Brett took the monocular from the guard, and quickly found the entrance of the Bloodhoof Tribe in the middle of the continuous forest.

After a sneer, Brett turned around and respectfully said to the old man dressed as a scholar, "Master Fan Di, I'm sorry to trouble you!"

The old man known as Master Fan Di sighed: "Brett, you have to think about it, after the spell is summoned, it cannot be stopped, and it is very likely to cause an endless fire in the beast forest. How many lives will be burned? Is it worth it?"

Brett nodded grimly: "It's worth avenging my brother, no matter how many people die."

Fan Di shook his head helplessly, pulled out a set of tools from his pocket, measured the direction, and said sadly: "Northwest wind, the distance is 375 meters, just use your magic eyes to lock directly under Hong Guangxing."

Only then did Haldon understand that this little old man is a geometer in the human world. It is said that these old guys are rarer than magicians. They are rich in knowledge and know everything, especially during legion battles. Help archers and magicians accurately locate the target position.

As we all know, there is a limit to magician's magic gaze locking. The farther their casting distance is, the easier it is for the target to deviate. However, with the help of geometers, the error rate can be greatly reduced.

Brett nodded to the followers around him. The guards all drew their weapons and stood beside him tightly. Even Heldon was pushed away by the two vindictive warriors tens of meters away.

Heldon looked up at the sky and prayed secretly: "Great God Kakalu, please forgive me for letting down the barbarian blood in my body as your people. If you are watching us from the sky, please save the Bloodhoof tribe." of the same race!"

No one noticed Hayden's prayer to the sky, and they all stood beside Brett who had already started chanting the incantation.

Once a magician casts a spell, especially a large spell that requires a magic scroll to activate, if it is forcibly interrupted, it is very likely that the magic backlash will kill him on the spot.

Bright has strong confidence in this revenge action. There are more than a dozen vindictive fighters around him. Even if those barbarians find him now, his guards can buy him enough time.

The Bloodhoof camp in the distance didn't seem to find the slightest crisis, and it was still silent.

Fan Di, an old scholar who sighed, suddenly felt that the ground under his feet began to shake slightly, and many small pebbles kept bouncing back and forth.

Even Casting Fablebright was a little distracted and almost missed the spell.

"Aw~~~~" A roar came from far to near.

Several vindictive warriors suddenly turned their heads. When they saw the scene in the distance clearly, their faces were pale with big mouths, and their jaws almost dislocated.

More than a dozen fat and strong wasteland bears ran over happily, screaming.

Not only that, but behind him was a terrifying giant sapling, waving the ten-inch sharp claws on its claws, running wildly as if drunk.

Three wilderness wolves and two saber tigers on both sides, chasing and biting the giant tree's butt.

And at the end of this group of beasts, a green giant more than ten meters high, holding a huge rattan whip in his hand, like driving a flock of sheep, kept driving away the group of beasts trying to escape from the group.

Glancing back at the strange Brett behind him, he almost had a heart attack from fright, his upper and lower lips seemed to be fighting, not to mention reciting spells, his legs were trembling.

Seeing that these huge beasts were about to rush over, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance from the Bloodhoof camp, and shouted: "Benima's playing, come back for dinner."

All the ferocious beasts braked on the spot, as if they had received an order, they turned around and ran towards the Bloodhoof tribe.

Before everyone could recover, the green giant, more than ten meters tall, looked down at the little ones not far from his feet while running.

When passing by Brett, the giant said without emotion: "It is forbidden to play with fire around the forest." After finishing speaking, a tree vine grew out of his thick arm in an instant, and the magic scroll in Brett's hand was rolled up with a light roll. past.

With a sound of "Gudong", the giant threw the scroll into his mouth, followed the fierce beasts and ran to the camp, not forgetting to turn around and say, "You're welcome!"

Brett spit out a mouthful of blood on his back, and fell unconscious on the ground.

(End of this chapter)