Lord Roar

Chapter 171 The Bloodhoof Camp That Changes Every Day

It turned out that after waiting anxiously for a while, Sokas found that the barbarian warriors gathered not far away seemed not eager to launch an attack, so he had no choice but to let the senior fire magician Circe beside him take the lead.

And Chekel, who was eager to show off, was worthy of enshrining a mage in the diocese. Although he was extremely ugly, he had two strengths after all. He chanted the spell in his mouth and waved the staff in his hand again and again. The advanced spell "Flame Falling Fire" was summoned, and the fire magic elements in midair burst and turned into countless fire rains, smashing towards the Bloodhoof camp.

Circe looked into the distance with a sneer on his face, preparing to see how those ignorant savages were burned and fled.

Sokas frowned tightly when he saw nearly a thousand barbarian warriors rushing to the rescue, turned around and ran back to the Bloodhoof camp under the "flame and fire".

The elite warriors of the barbarians have also fought against magicians before, but didn't they all rush forward under the baptism of magic? Why did they retreat back into the camp this time?
Seeing that the rain of fire was about to fall and the sudden change suddenly occurred, hundreds of round green unknown objects flew out of the Bloodhoof camp, each of them was as big as a head.

Circe's mouth grew so wide that his jaw nearly dislocated.

Sokas's smile also appeared extremely stiff.

Those countless green circular objects all intercepted the fire rain in mid-air without any surprise, not one more, one not less.

The green round object hit the fire rain in mid-air, and exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of green juice, which neutralized the fire element and extinguished the fire rain.

As the fire rain extinguished, a voice resounding through the sky came from the depths of the camp: "Fires are prohibited around the forest!"

Squatting on the ground, the mage Rooney stood up suddenly, and shouted with an incredulous expression: "Magic interception, wood spell interception!"

Everyone around looked at Rooney, confused.

Then Rooney said to Sokas: "Send someone to bring back some juice from those plants, hurry up!"

"Plant?" Sokas didn't have time to ask, nodded to the ascetic next to him, turned around and shouted loudly: "The Holy Armor Crossbow Team is ready to cover!"

One of the ascetics dressed in sackcloth ran out like a ghost until he ran not far from the Bloodhoof camp. The barbarian warriors seemed to be unable to see him, and just ran back to the Bloodhoof camp with their heads down.

The ascetic dipped some of the green juice on the ground with his hands, and returned to Sokas again.

Rooney walked up impatiently, stroking the green juice with his hands like a treasure.

The ascetic watched blankly as the old guy stroked his hands like a lover.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Rooney said with an incredulous expression, "Wood spells can be used to such a peak."

Circe blushed a little, and yelled, "Impossible, how can there be a magician in the barbarian tribe who can intercept my spell? Impossible, you are lying!"

Rooney looked at him contemptuously and said, "I don't have much knowledge, there are obviously some wood magic elements left in these juices, are you blind?"

"Impossible!" Sokas also said with a startled look on his face, "I have never seen a magician's magic interception be so precise and the number is so scattered. It is absolutely impossible. It is not a single-body spell, how can a group of spells be so accurate?" ? Why? Master Rooney, what is going on?"

Several ascetics also looked at each other in blank dismay. No matter how Sokas denied it, they did feel the remaining magical elements on the juice.

"What the hell are these juices?" Sokas looked at the unmoving Bloodhoof camp, and suddenly felt a little cold in his body. This is the first time he has seen and heard of this large-scale interception of indiscriminate magic. Said, it's just horrifying.

The herald, who had been silent by the side, said weakly with some uncertainty: "My lord, I, I seem to know him."

"What is it?" Several people around looked at him with burning eyes.

The herald stepped forward nervously, scraped some of the juice with his fingers, sniffed it with his nose somewhat uncertainly, and said with a strange expression: "Yes, yes, it is the fruit of pompon, my hometown is in Sadido In the Principality, this kind of fruit is everywhere in the outskirts of the beast forest, and they are usually used to feed guinea fowls and saros!"

"Are you sure?" Circe gritted his teeth and looked at the herald.

The herald nodded helplessly.

Sokas and the ascetics were completely dumbfounded.

The wild vegetables used to feed the animals actually intercepted the magic of the fire magician?

They suddenly feel that their three views have collapsed, and they can never be rebuilt.

"It's amazing!" Rooney sighed again: "It's unheard of! What kind of magic element control is this, it's amazing!"

There were several magicians present. Besides Circe and Rooney, the Holy See also brought three magicians this time, and they were resting behind the legion.

But the one who knows the wood spells the most is the wizard Rooney.

Sokas looked at Rooney puzzled, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

Rooney sighed and said: "It seems that we underestimated the Bloodhoof Tribe. With the magical interception shown by the wood magician who did not show up just now, we underestimated the enemy. This wood magician is the lowest, the lowest And a magister!"

In fact, Rooney secretly complained in his heart. Originally, he thought that dozens of wood mages intercepted it in an instant, but the magic elements are all single after use, so he ruled out the possibility of this fantasy, let alone a barbaric Human tribe, whether there are so many wood mages in the mainland is unknown.

The words stirred up waves, and Sokas and the others were all shocked.

What Rooney said is too shocking. Saint Cassis Continent has the highest magic cultivation, except for the two holy ranks, it is the five great magisters. Not to mention the small bloodhoof camps, even other human powers may not have one. A magister serves.

What's more, the magister, like the holy rank, is the person who is closest to the gods. How could such a rare extreme powerhouse participate in this kind of secular war.

"Impossible!" Circe objected in a voiceless voice: "There is no magister in the Saint Cassis Continent who practiced the wood system, and throughout the history of the Millennium Continent, there is no one who has advanced to the wood system magister!"

Rooney did not ridicule Circe this time, but said disappointedly: "Yeah, I haven't heard of it either, I thought I was the one with the deepest wood-type magic on the mainland. It's like ascending to the sky, it's really an outsider's world!"

Sokas gritted his teeth and looked at the ascetics, and said fiercely: "Please, ascetics, be sure to entangle that wood-type magister for a while."

Through this sentence, it can also be seen that Sokas believed what Rooney said.

And Sokas can't help it. The reason why he said that he is entangled rather than killed is also a helpless move. The magister is not something that a second-line army leader like him can handle. If he can deal with the magister, if it is not the same level Magician, or Dragon Knight and Juggernaut.

Unless the cardinals and temple paladins in the western suburbs are notified now, no one will be able to trap the magister at all.

But the ones with the deepest cultivation on the scene, apart from the foreign aid Rooney, are the three ascetics, and even if the ascetics and Rooney join forces, they may not be opponents.

The three ascetics nodded expressionlessly, as if they hadn't heard the word magister. For them, there are only two kinds of people in the world, one is the believer of the Holy Father, and the other is the pagan. .

Rooney opened his mouth to say something, finally sighed helplessly and walked to the distance in silence.

"Assemble the catapult, smash the Bloodhoof camp flat for me, and force them to come out for a decisive battle." Sokas shouted: "Be fast."

The herald turned and left. . .

When the Tatar people led nearly a thousand soldiers into the Bloodhoof camp, they finally understood why little Zac said that they don't need to meddle in their own business.

"Bloodhoof Camp..." Gonzalez said with emotion as he walked, "It's really different every day."

Little Zach pointed to the ferocious beast forest behind the camp, and shouted impatiently: "Let your soldiers retreat there, don't delay our affairs, it's really adding to the chaos, and we have to protect you."

This time, Tatar, Billy Lane and the others didn't have any extra nonsense, and let the fighters of the three tribes retreat according to Little Zach's intention.

No way, they didn't realize until now after they entered the camp that their group was just worrying about nothing, and they were indeed making trouble for others.

Eight tall catapults have been set up at the gate of the camp. Gonzales knows this kind of catapult. In the past, barbarian warriors were beaten by human catapults. Huge boulders weighing several tons fell from the sky and fell into one piece. The barbarians The semi-petrified skin of the soldiers has no resistance at all. If a hundred soldiers carry a few catapults against the enemy, there may not be ten left.

Some of the dwarves who were debugging the catapult had threatened Tatar with crossbow arrows before, and when they saw their old acquaintances, these dwarves greeted them with a smile.

In addition to the catapult, there are thirty adult wildland bears sitting cross-legged not far away. The overlords of this group of ferocious beast forests even put on a pair of armor. Judging by the thickness, it is estimated that they are worn on the extremely powerful barbarian warriors. It may not be enough to eat.

A closed iron box was also built on the shoulders of each wasteland bear, which contained smaller dwarves. Each dwarf held a delicate crossbow in his hand. The crossbow was already loaded, although there were no magic runes on the crossbow. , but by looking at it, you can tell that it is definitely an armor-piercing weapon. The tip of the triangular crossbow flashes with a blue light, and it can be seen that it has been rubbed with poison.

Tatar, who has been infested with poison all year round, took a closer look, and his eye sockets began to twitch violently.

The dwarf sitting on the bear's shoulder said triumphantly: "The God of Chaos No. [-], the effective killing range has been increased to [-] yards, it breaks the devil and breaks the armor, and the top is stained with the blood of the blue fire monitor. Seeing the blood coagulate, it only shoots big shots. , especially big shots who don’t have long eyes.”

After speaking, the dwarf pointed the crossbow arrow at Tatar intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at the great barbarian wizard with a playful smile.

A chilling scene appeared in the minds of a group of foreign aids. During a large-scale battle, the wasteland bears with big arms and round waists and full body armor rampaged like meat grinders on the battlefield. There is an iron box, and inside the iron box are sitting one by one holding poisoned crossbow bolts

Tatar wiped the sweat off his chin unnaturally, turned around quickly and was about to leave, but bumped into the tree shepherd East head-on.

East just stood up after pouring water, and accidentally kicked Tatar out.

Tatar, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at the shepherd, only to realize that this green giant, more than ten meters tall, was carrying a giant cylinder with a strange shape on his shoulders.

The little old man Fan Di, who was riding on the head of the tree shepherd, pointed to the cylinder and said with a smile: "The enhanced version of the dwarf net throwing bucket, I modified it a little, it is specially designed to catch large beasts, and the hammer at the bottom is infused with wood spells. , After hitting the object after shooting, the steel wire mesh opened, and it began to shrink after three seconds. Back then, Chief Alan of Bloodhoof asked me to rub the poison. I didn’t agree, because I thought it was too cruel. hook steel nails at grid intervals."

Tatar felt that this little old man of the human race was not a good thing. The more the steel nail struggled, the deeper it pierced, and the more painful it was.

The little old man Fan Di continued: "The entire network can be extended up to 50 meters, and it is specially used to catch those disobedient beasts."

Tatar's heart thumped when he heard this, let alone catching monsters, you can even catch giant dragons, at least he has never seen anything longer than 50 meters on the mainland. . . .

A simple and honest Bloodhoof tribesman pulled Tatar up.

Tatar, who was treated courteously wherever he went, finally felt the hard-won kindness in the Bloodhoof camp at this time, and just wanted to say a few words of thanks.

This simple and honest Bloodhoof tribesman was pulled up by him, then pulled aside by him, and scolded with an unfriendly expression: "Look more, you are blind, don't you know you are sitting on my shield?"

It was only then that Tatar noticed that there was a huge black shield on the ground, with the totem of the God of War painted on it. The shield was huge, as high as a barbarian warrior, half a meter wide and nearly ten inches thick, as if loudly declaring how big the Bloodhoof tribe was. richness.

"Prodigal son, prodigal son!" Tatar yelled inwardly.

"Bloodhoof second-generation equipment, imitating the standard giant shield of the Locke Kingdom, designed by Master Fan Di." The bloodhoof tribe picked up the giant shield, put it on the elbow and continued: "Standing it on the ground can completely resist the impact of human knights. Fifteen spikes shoot out from the rear exterior."

"God of War!" Tatar suddenly felt that the Bloodhoof tribe had been led by Mental Lun, and it was going further and further away, and more and more sinister.

"Woo~~~~" A deep hissing sound caught Tatar's attention.

The old Zach, who had finished his clothes, was riding majesticly on the back of the giant claw tree, with an unconcealable evil look on his face.

The giant sharp claw tree is like the wasteland bear, with a simple armor on the chest and back, but the original ten-inch claws on the claws are actually plated with a layer of iron, and there are two blood-draining lines on the iron skin. Slot, the side of the blood trough is densely covered with small sawtooth.

This design is not insidious. The iron sheet can maintain the sharp claws and effectively defend against blows. The most insidious thing is the two blood-inducing grooves. Once the small serrations of the needles come into contact with the human body, they will cause wounds that cannot be closed.

The little old man Fan Di hurriedly bowed his head to Tatar and explained: "I didn't come up with this, it was designed by their chief, that bad septic master, and it's none of my business."

Tatar gave a wry smile, and once again looked enviously at the dozens of large armed adult beasts behind Old Zac, with a sour expression on his face, like soldiers of the three major tribes looking sourly after being armed until the delay. The same as the Bloodhoof Warrior.

These three tribal warriors looked at the well-equipped bloodhoof warriors who were armed to the teeth, and then looked at themselves with nothing but animal skins, and suddenly wanted to dig a pit on the spot to bury themselves alive.

A dwarf who was debugging a catapult pointed to other tribal warriors who were more than one meter taller than him and said, "Hey, I said you and Bloodhoof are both barbarians, why is there such a big gap, you just came here shirtless to help? Isn't it embarrassing? Come to help us, sorry?"

Already other tribal warriors started to squat on the ground to dig a hole to bury themselves, because he felt that he was really ashamed to face others, and the mouths of these dwarves were too vicious, which really hurt his heart.

Even Zack, the most sloppy king in the camp, looked at the soldiers of the three tribes with distaste, and said angrily: "You are poor and don't say anything, why are you still so dirty? How long has it been since you took a bath? ?”

The dwarf who finished debugging the catapult ran over and said with a smile: "Oh, my little master, how can they compare with us, how can there be extra water for them to bathe in the wilderness, I guess they are used to not using it all year round. Take a shower."

"Well, who's to say it's not." Little Zach wiped the snot from his face and onto his pants and said, "They're really ugly!"

After finishing speaking, little Zach yelled at them even worse: "You all have more eyes, we have a lot of things in our camp, let me grab your hands and chop off your paws directly!"

Nearly a thousand warriors from the three major tribes all lowered their heads, wishing they could hide in their crotches. There were indeed many warriors from other tribes who were jealous of the steel equipment everywhere, but now they really didn't have the guts.

Since the rise of the Bloodhoof Tribe, many members of the tribe have begun to doubt life, and even their chiefs have gradually doubted the concept of fighting they have established since childhood.

Since the Bloodhoof Tribe was fully armed and beat the lion tribe all over the place looking for teeth and knocking off a leg, many barbarians accused the Bloodhoof Tribe of abandoning their fighting beliefs and imagined that if they were wearing such fine armor and holding such sharp weapons, Once entering the battlefield with a good physique, can he be invincible like a human being, gain a place on the mainland and have more respect and a better living environment.

Little Zac saw the envious expressions of Tatar and the others, as if he wanted to show off, took four or five little friends behind him, pulled out a hard bow from behind, and started to lift off with the poor magic power in his body.

"It's made of the rubber band after the horned python's skin has been peeled off." Little Zach shouted at Tatar: "Bows and arrows can be infused with magic power during battle. The magic eyes are locked, and you can hit every shot. Hey, he specializes in long-distance shooting magicians. Big bastards and the like, just ask if you are afraid?"

Tatar ignored little Zach, the barbarian shoots arrows, are you stupid?

Just about to laugh at a few words, he suddenly remembered that the rubber band of the ancient horned winged python is said to be able to be stretched dozens of times as much as the body. With the natural power of the barbarian warrior, as long as he locked his eyes with magic, within a few hundred meters It is not impossible to shoot a magician to death.

After thinking of this, Tatar suddenly remembered what the Great Chief Manstein and the Great Prophet had told him.

"If the Bloodhoof Tribe is the light of hope in the wasteland, then their chief Mental Power is the fire in the center of the light source, let the light shine on you and warm you, not let the light shine into your eyes, let alone blind your eyes Let the fire in your heart burn your soul!"

(End of this chapter)