Lord Roar

Chapter 190 Ancient Magic Elements
Feeling the surging magic power in his body, Allen looked absently at the many chiefs under the altar, and explained in a few words: "Whenever the moon is full in the wild ancient plain, wizards and chiefs from all tribes can come to the Bloodhoof Camp to worship the gods. A tribe with more than a thousand people can send ten underage children of the tribe to receive guidance in martial arts and magic. Except for the wild bear, the cubs such as the saber tiger and giant gray lion in the beast forest can be regularly assigned to each tribe for domestication. For the Guardian Beast."

Seeing everyone whispering below, and some even showing disappointment, Allen said again: "Every year in the cold winter months, any fellow tribe with barbarian blood can come to the Bloodhoof Camp to worship the God of War statue."

Only then did Manstein show satisfaction on the faces of all the chiefs, but Manstein smiled wryly. Looking at Allen's treacherous face, he found that a large group of chiefs who only knew how to fight shirtless were not Chief Bloodhoof at all. The opponents, these sticks don't even think about it, what is the cold winter moon on the wild ancient plain, there are wild sand and wind gusts everywhere, who is so fucking stupid, even if you are pious, you still have enough energy to spare, the nearest night from here The Eagle Tribe was fine. The tribe farthest from here would have to travel for at least two days and three nights. In that bad weather, if they were not careful, they would die on the way.

Allen saw Manstein's wry smile and gave him a tacit look.

He thought to himself: Hehe, on the Great Wasteland, not to mention other tribes, even the Great Chief tribe doesn’t have a God of War statue. Our Bloodhoof Camp is the only one. Almost everyone in the Great Wasteland is devout of the God of War Kakalu. Believers, with the passage of time, the Bloodhoof Camp will become a holy place on the Great Wasteland, a holy place where all grassroots gods of war worship. There is no way, no matter what believers believe in any god in Saint Cassis Continent, they are too pious Yes, this is the value and place of religion.

Allen understands that things are rare and expensive, and the more they are unavailable, the more mysterious they are, and everyone will care more. If the statue of the God of War and the creatures of Hammer Castle break the hammer, there is no such thing as a lonely person at the gate of Hammer Castle. Any fighter would care.

But if you change the angle, even if the broken hammer has no effect at all, even if it is a condom that leaks after three or four uses, as long as it is mysterious enough, as long as there are enough gimmicks, it will become a dwarf that everyone wants to see One side of the holy things.

So Allen's intention is very simple, a statue made of a few tons of steel and stone plus some magic elements to rough Lanzhi, constantly adds a mysterious veil to the Bloodhoof Camp, and can even split the already unstable dominance of the Great Chief tribe .

Allen understands this truth. As a hundred thousand barbarians and a bigwig on the Great Wasteland, why doesn't Manstein understand it?

Not only Manstein understood, Tatar Renn and some chiefs with quicker brains understood Alan's intentions after a little thought.

But so what if he understood, Manstein went to expose Allen's little trick?
In doing so, the only consequence is that the War Chief ends up bearing the name of a villain and villain.

As for Tatar and Ren, the two of them didn't even bother to poke Alan. They were completely subdued by Alan. The Bloodhoof camp is purely a piece of iron bucket. It needs people, people, equipment, equipment, and technology. If you have technology, it’s a big deal for people to get rid of everyone and do it alone. I believe that by then, most tribes will not be on their side.

As for the chiefs of other tribes, even if they can figure it out, they don't care, because what they care about now is how to please Old Zack and the Bloodhoof tribe, get some benefits and go back to the tribe to live a good life for a few days.

Besides Manstein, Giselle's father, Gonzalez, the number two figure in the barbarian chieftain tribe, must be the one who turned the fastest.

However, Gonzalez was not in the mood to care so much. He always felt that his eldest daughter and Chief Bloodhoof had another story that had to be told, and they squatted in the corner worrying about gains and losses.

"Okay, that's it. For other specific questions and details, you can discuss with the chief elder of the tribe, Montal Zach." Allen waved his hand and walked off the altar.

After stepping off the altar, Allen ignored the people who started to become chaotic and left quickly, and gave old Zach an apologetic look before leaving.

There is no way, he just wants to find out what happened to his body in order to procrastinate. Ever since he crossed, he has been terrified by these inexplicable things.

The dumbfounded old Zach looked at Alan who was leaving, and would be overwhelmed by the figures of many chiefs in an instant. A group of rough old men shouted loudly, and the old chiefs who almost didn't make any noise inspired the blood hoof battle ring.

Looking at a group of chiefs who were licking their old faces and making demands, old Zac wondered if he would whistle a few times to call the giant Claw Tree Lai, and just slap them to death with one paw.

If you want to say something that doesn't agree with the copy guy, you can do it. Old Zac doesn't blink his eyes, but such high-tech tasks as public relations, diplomacy, and material distribution are not what the old chief is capable of, let alone he can't. , Babylon the Great and all the barbarian warriors in the tribe could not.

This is the same as a beggar and a monopoly. The monopoly gives the beggar one billion yuan and lets him figure it out. You can give it away or invest as you like. What do you ask the beggar to do?
Of course, old Zach was the beggar who was suddenly so rich that he was at a loss.

Sometimes old Zack thought before going to bed, what the hell, when can every warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe take a bath every day?When will the Bloodhoof Tribe be able to pick a battle guardian beast at will?When will the Bloodhoof tribe be able to pile up tons of steel all over the ground?When will the Bloodhoof tribe be able to completely beat the cavalry beast army of the pagan crusade army of the Holy See?

Later, old Zach simply stopped worrying about these things, because he felt that if he continued to think like this, more and more things he couldn't understand would accumulate until he collapsed.

Dylan, chief of the Nighthawk tribe who had a good relationship with old Zack, put his arm around old Zack's shoulders, and the lion opened his mouth and said, "Three siege crossbows, there are more than 40 underage children in our tribe, How about sending them all at once? By the way, the wasteland bears will be given to me... No, no, I almost forgot this, so just get a few saber tiger and giant gray lion cubs and send them to me ,How about it."

Old Zach stared at old Dylan dumbfounded, and didn't speak for a while.

The faceless and skinless old Dylan changed his face, and said viciously: "Old Zack, have you forgotten which tribe secretly sent you food and animal skins when the whole wasteland isolated you Bloodhoof? That old Gonzales Did the guy tell you, at that time, our Nighthawk tribe was the first to respond to the call of battle to help you guard the Roaring Valley."

Old Zach, who wanted to slap Nighthawk Dylan, was completely speechless when he heard what the other party said.

Most of the wild people are simple and honest, especially old Zack, although he is not stupid, he is very affectionate and righteous. Hearing what the other party said, he couldn't directly refuse, but what kind of request did Nighthawk Dylan say? None of which Allen hoped he would agree to.

If you don't know your father, Mo Ruozi, little Zach ran over meanly, opened his mouth and called Nighthawk Dylan uncle, and after furtively winking at his father, he pulled Nighthawk Dylan enthusiastically His big hand moved aside.

Old Zach looked relieved at the silly son who couldn't help turning his head and making faces at himself, and believed that he would not let the Bloodhoof Camp suffer. After all, little Zach had learned a lot from Alan's side.

Old Zack doesn't know whether this phenomenon is good or bad, except for little Zack, a group of barbarian warriors such as Babylon the Great have also become smarter and smarter recently. . .Or cunning?
However, a large group of chiefs cheered and surrounded Old Zach again, and he couldn't tolerate so many useless thoughts.

But at this time, in a corner where no one was around, little Zach changed his appearance as a sensible junior, and almost had a heart attack when he was so angry with Dylan Nighthawk.

"Convince the other tribes to form five noble tribes, and Bloodhoof will occupy one of the seats, so I will send you three ridged sword tiger cubs?"

"Little Zack, your father doesn't dare to say that, the three-headed saber tiger cub wants me to offend Manstein and the Great Chief tribe?"

"Forget it, I believe the Blood Snake Tribe will agree to this request."

"That guy Billy is not stupid, little Zach, are you bluffing me?"

"Hey, anyway, the rations for 500 people for ten days can be exchanged for one cub. I see if he agrees or not."

"What, all tribes need cubs in exchange for rations?"

Little Zach looked at Nighthawk Dylan with a look of disgust, old guy, are you stupid, how can there be such a good thing in the world, and give it to you for nothing?Let's dream!
After thinking about so many rations, and thinking about the spine sword tiger cub nighthawk Dylan who can 100% become a battle guardian beast, he is completely entangled!

Little Zach urged impatiently: "Uncle Dylan, hurry up, if Brother Alan comes back later, it will not be the current condition."

Nighthawk Dylan suddenly slapped little Zac on the back of the head, and said viciously, "Damn it, I've made you a fool!"

Allen walked quickly into the stone house where Conslet lived, and found that there was no one else in the house, and even the few apprentices who were almost inseparable from him were far away from the stone house.

It was the first time Allen saw Conslet so nervous, and asked with a smirk, "Master, why don't you test my magic power?"

Conslet rolled his eyes at him, and cursed with a rare smile: "Dina has already told me that I think I am as stupid as the mage who died because of your magic in the outpost county."

"Dina's bad mouth is really leaking everywhere." Allen smiled, not caring that his little trick was exposed by the other party.

But Allen was just joking. He is not like the newly built Bloodhoof Camp that was blown to pieces. Who knows how much magic power he has in his body now.

"Let's get down to business, I want to ask you something, and you have to tell me honestly." Sitting upright on the stone table, Conslet continued, "Do you believe in a god from another world?"

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be doing anything, Conslet pondered for a moment and asked again: "Or I can ask you, are you a native of Saint Cassis mainland?"

"Hey." Allen laughed dryly, neither denying nor admitting, he knew what the handsome old man meant, but he didn't bother to explain so much.

Conslet is so smart, he gave a dry laugh, walked up to Allen, stared at Allen's pupils tightly, and said after a while: "The ancient magic element, that's right."

Conslet, as a sub-holy magician with the ability to tear apart space, travels around all the planes all year round looking for magic apprentices who can learn the dual systems of darkness, whether it is the low-magic world of the Green Goblins or the uninhabited unknown place. On the other hand, he has even been to the demon plane of the Demon Race, the biggest rival in St. Cassis' continent, but he can't figure out which plane Alan is from, or what race he is. After all, Alan is long Undoubtedly, the human race is nothing more than being a nobleman of the Locke Kingdom, who looks too strong, more like a gladiator than a nobleman.

"What do you mean?" Facing Conslet's inquiry, Allen immediately began to play dumb.

He knew that this was his biggest secret. After time travelling, he never revealed even the slightest bit about his identity to Dina, who was closest to him.

It's ridiculous to think about it. Back in the outpost county, because of protecting Dina and fighting against the bears of the Beamon clan, at a critical moment, she was inexplicably attracted by Chaos, and gained a dragon power from then on, but it also made the Holy See He was labeled as the Son of Chaos, No. 1 on the most wanted list of the Holy See, and was eventually besieged by the dragon army led by Hurent.It is estimated that the Locke Kingdom and surrounding countries now think that he is the son of chaos, the incarnation of the devil in another world.

After traveling from the ferocious beast forest to the wild ancient plain, he settled down in the bloodhoof tribe. After the tribal chief's coronation ceremony, he somehow comprehended the barbarian battle ring and became the bloodhoof chieftain as a foreigner. , All the Bloodhoof tribesmen regard Alan as the savior of the tribe, the messenger sent by the Great God Kakalu.

Afterwards, in the Plain of Gania, he did not know why he picked up the sacred hammer. Master Dogan and De Niro of Hammer Castle agreed that he was the incarnation of the golden dwarves, and he shouldered the responsibility of protecting the dwarves. Glorious mission.

The Son of the Grand Duke, the Son of Chaos, the Chosen Chief of the Barbarians, and the Inheritor of the Golden Dwarf Bloodline, so many titles that cannot be matched, are all held on Alan's head.

Now that he has absorbed the ancient magic elements inexplicably, Allen covered his head a little disturbed.

Faced with Conslet's constant questioning, Alan didn't know how to explain it. He was still in a state of confusion until now, and the sub-sage and dark dual-line magician in front of him also came to Bloodhoof with another purpose. , and everyone is not familiar with it.

Allen had no choice but to ask about the relevant content of the ancient magic elements.

Conslet sat on the stool, took a sip of water, and then explained everything he knew.

It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, on the continent of St. Cassius, the magic power in the space was very full. At that time, no matter what species, they could summon the magic power elements between the heaven and the earth for their own use, and the advancement of magic power is also a must. It was as easy as turning the palm of your hand to observe the patterns. Later, for some reason, the first magic tide ushered in the mainland. The magic elements in the world began to change, and the magic elements in the space began to gradually thin out, as if there was a law. A magic tide occurs once every thousand years, and there are fewer and fewer magic elements in the space. Until now, except for the giant dragons and elves who can master magic from birth, the ratio of other races that can directly master the power of elements is extremely low.

Now Saint Cassis Continent and other planes, regardless of any element power, are divided extremely meticulously, just like the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth on the mainland today, as well as the ghost element and spiritual impact of the demons.

As the name suggests, ancient magic elements only existed tens of thousands of years ago. This kind of magic elements can only be referred to collectively and does not belong to any branch, which means that it includes all genealogy.

Strictly speaking, it does not exist in the space of Saint Cassis Continent. Even if it exists, it is very thin. For thousands of years, it has never been heard that any magician has sensed this element, even the holy rank.

But now a barbarian chieftain with a powerful hob actually absorbed so many ancient magic elements, how could Kangslet not be shocked.

"What do you mean? I'm awesome?" Allen asked a little proudly, "I'm the number one in the whole continent?"

"En!" Conslet nodded and continued, "It can be said that, as far as I know, you should be No.1 in the past thousand years."

"Aha!" Allen asked proudly, "Then what level am I at now?"

"I'm not sure about this, because what I said is also learned from some ancient books."

Conslet was a little surprised, how could a magician not even know his own rank, but he didn't know much about this ancient element, so he shook his head and looked at Allen again.

Seeing this human aristocrat whose body was as fleshy as a barbarian, Conslet really couldn't understand how such a guy could become a magician.

"Then what level are you now?"

"Me?" Allen smiled awkwardly, and said very shyly, "Magic apprentice, hehe!"

"Pfft!" Conslet spewed water on the ground: "Are you the magic apprentice?"

Allen continued awkwardly: "And a spell won't be released."

Conslet was completely speechless. The guy in front of him was really a freak. He thought he was a rare magician who was a double-cultivator of magic, but he didn't expect it. . . .

Thinking that he once compared the fool in front of him with himself, Conslet suddenly felt very worthless.

Waving his hand weakly, Conslet said helplessly, "However, ancient magic elements are not trivial. Try to use magic power to see if you can release some apprentice-level spells."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I can't cast a single spell."

After finishing speaking, Allen looked at Conslet's expression like a dead fish, and felt that the current atmosphere was really too embarrassing.

Thinking that he became the first magician to master the ancient magic element in thousands of years, Allen became confident in an instant, and said with a proud face: "It's okay, after I fully understand what this ancient magic element is, In the future, kill the holy steps in minutes."

"Haha!" Conslet looked at Allen teasingly, and asked jokingly, "Then, ancient holy magician, who will teach you how to use ancient spells?"

Allen was completely misfired, shit, what a f*cking chicken rib.

(End of this chapter)