Lord Roar

Chapter 210 Traces
A teleportation device, combined with the elemental blockade of Beamon Priest.

Allen thought helplessly that this golden combination is simply a strategic weapon. It first cut off your signal, and then ran to your door to kill and set fire, so that you couldn't even make a call for help.

When people finish their work, they can continue to go to the next family after packing up their things. Even if they can't beat them, they can retreat after delaying the time. If they can't do it, they can come back in two days.

Allen looked at the huge stone tablet exuding the power of sacrifice and a dozen battle flags with some jealousy. If the Bloodhoof Tribe had these things, he could sneak into the holy mountain without anyone noticing, and then release a large Gang of giants, after setting fire to a big roll, I guess when the enemy reacts, I will be singing and dancing in the Bloodhoof camp to celebrate the harvest.

What the hell is this called? I went out to find little Zack and the handsome old man, and unexpectedly encountered tens of thousands of orcs attacking the southern parish.

Old Lacey walked over with a worried look on his face and said, "Fortress of Holy Light is about to run out of support. While there is still time, let's inform the Outpost County and the Principality of Lothar."

Allen nodded. Compared with the large-scale invasion of the Beamon orcs, the bloodhoof camp and the Holy See are really nothing. After all, it concerns all the tribes on the south side of the Saint Cassis continent, and he was born in Locke Kingdom, once the major countries fall into a passive position, Daddy Cheap will definitely lead the battle.

Rooney doesn't care much about these things. Whether it's the Bimon orcs, the Holy See or the human race, it doesn't matter in his eyes, they are not good things.

Rooney, who turned back into human form, pointed in the direction of the Beamon orc and said, "Master Conslet and Little Zack, shall we still look for it?"

Allen sighed, it seems that he still thought things too simply. At first, he just thought that the handsome old man was ambushed at most. As long as the holy mage of the holy mountain did not go out, the chances of the two of them surviving were still very high.

But seeing the tide-like Beamon army, don't say that Kangslet is just a sub-sage, even if he is a saint, the Beamon army can pile him up and kill him, let alone Beamon's side came prepared and blocked him. The huge Fortress of Holy Light is fine, let alone imprisoning the magic power of a sub-sage.

Although the Beamon orcs are terrifying, this incredible combat mode is even more terrifying. If the Locke Kingdom cannot be warned in time, Allen estimates that the cheap daddy Grand Duke Claire will be the first to suffer.

Old Lacey and Thackeray had the same worries as Allen.

Although the former was born in the royal family of the Principality of Lothar, he has been living in the Kingdom of Locke after hiding his name, and has a close relationship with Grand Duke Claire.

Allen was able to guess the direction of the matter, but the old Lacey, who was almost mature, couldn't figure it out.

After pondering for a while, Old Lacey hesitated and said, "Little Zach and Master Conslet, it seems..."

The old butler didn't continue, but everyone around him understood what he meant, and their expressions were very sad.

"Old Duf went to inform the frontier army of the outpost county and let them be responsible for notifying other countries and the holy mountain." After thinking about it, Allen said to Thackeray: "Go back to the camp and inform the tribesmen to prepare for battle at all times, although this gang The guy may not return to the Great Wasteland, but tell the old chief not to relax, let Halton inform the chief chief's tribe, and, once the orcs invade, don't fight, and quickly retreat to the beast forest."

Thackeray nodded, and asked with some doubts: "What about you? Aren't you going back?"

Allen shook his head and looked at Rooney and said, "You and old Lacey are waiting for me here, and you will be there for me in case of any accident, and Babylon the Great will follow me."

Except for the happy face of Babylon the Great, everyone showed puzzled expressions.

Alan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I promise the old chief will definitely bring little Zack back."

Big Babylon couldn't stop laughing, and then he remembered that the young master Bloodhoof was still missing. Like Allen, he didn't care whether the handsome old man was dead or alive, because as soon as he came to the handsome old man, he felt the gloomy surroundings. , which disgusted Babylon the Great, who thought he was a sunny boy.

Allen patted Big Babylon on the shoulder and said: "I believe that even if the Beamon orcs catch Conslet and Little Zack, they won't kill them easily. After all, the handsome old man is the great wizard of the undead, and they all know He is the opposite of the Holy See, such an anti-society old terrorist, how could the Beamon orcs be willing to kill him."

Everyone nodded and found that what Allen said was indeed right, the enemy's enemy is a friend.

"Okay, let's go for what you should do."

Seeing that Alan was about to leave, the old Du Fu grabbed Alan's shoulder and said with a worried look: "At least you have to tell us your plan, right?"

"Sneak in and find out about Little Zach and Conslet!"

"Can you understand the language of the Beamon orcs?"

Allen laughed twice: "Did you forget my nickname?"

The old butler Lacey next to him laughed, isn't it, Allen was once a baron of waste materials.

What is a baron of waste materials, that is, not to learn except what is useful, and to learn what is useless.

Before Alan crossed over, the biggest hobby of the owner of this body was reading books, reading all kinds of books, and learning everything.

In addition to the languages ​​of various races, he is also proficient in Beamon beast language.

"Okay, time is urgent, so it's settled."

Although everyone had objections, they did not stop them. After all, no matter whether it was the big group of Bloodhoof or their small group, they could only make one voice, and that voice must be Allen.

Allen made a gesture towards Big Babylon, and the two of them ran down the hill at a fast pace with cats on their waists.

Seeing the two leaving, everyone was about to leave in desperation, when Old Du Fu suddenly stopped them with his hand, sniffed his nose vigorously and asked doubtfully, "Have you heard that?"

Rooney turned back into a werewolf again, sniffed his nose vigorously and said, "It seems to be a strange fragrance, very strong, I smelled it in the Bloodhoof camp."

"Did it come from the Beamon orc army?"

Rooney shook his head and pointed to the distance, "It came from the hills on the northwest side."

Old Dove looked in the direction where Alan and Babylon the Great left, and found that the two had already disappeared from sight.

Old Duff, who has been in the Bloodhoof camp for the longest time, knows that this scent is a unique means used by barbarians to convey information, but because he is not a barbarian, he cannot distinguish the meanings expressed by various scents, and the only one An orthodox barbarian, that is, Babylon the Great, also left with Allen.

"Lead the way!" Old Du Fu said to the crowd, "Go and see if they are from other tribes."

Everyone nodded and followed Rooney to find the source of the fragrance.

At this time, Conslet smiled and looked at the little Zach with a black and gray face, with an unconcealable kindness on his face.

"My little apprentice, is this useful? Don't attract the Beamon orcs."

"Teacher, don't worry. Although this smell can be smelled from a long distance, it won't be noticed by others except us barbarians."

"En!" Kangslaite nodded, and turned his gaze to the battlefield again.

The commander of the Beamon orc army was very smart. He divided the regiment into three groups, and the liger and tiger guards at the end became the reserve team instead. The three groups of Beamon orcs attacked three city gates, and the handsome old man could see The door was just a feint, and the orcs focused on taking care of the two side doors.

"Up to three quarters of an hour!" Conslet sighed, but think about the fall of the Holy Light Fortress, and let it fall. I hope that the shamans of Beamon will remove the magic element confinement circle as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)