Lord Roar

Chapter 26
If you ask who is the poorest race on the Saint Cassis continent, the wilderness barbarians say they are the second, and no one dares to say the first.

The north side is adjacent to the Beamon Kingdom, and the south side is bordered by the wild and ancient plains of many human countries. There are constant wars all the year round. Hundreds of years ago, many human countries, under the leadership of the Holy See, formed an expeditionary army of hundreds of thousands, pointing at Beamon. Shabak, the royal city of the orcs, tried to completely exterminate the Beamon orcs in one fell swoop.

Then the hundreds of thousands of expeditionary troops armed to the teeth encountered a very embarrassing thing. They had just set foot on the wilderness, and before they saw a Beamon orc, they started to fight with the native barbarians on the wasteland .

The native barbarians in the wasteland are very willful. The barbarians with a population base of less than [-], after seeing the soldiers of the human race, would fight with the expeditionary army without saying a word.

Not only humans were dumbfounded, but Beamon was also dumbfounded.

The people in the Holy See are not good-tempered masters. They have always bullied people in the past. This is the first time they have encountered someone who took the initiative to find fault and fight. Can this be tolerated?
The most important thing for those who come out to mix is ​​face, so under the leadership of the wise and mighty first pope, everyone did not hesitate to launch the first campaign against the heretics, known as the Battle of the Wilderness in history, although their enemies were not at all the original ones. The imagined Beamon orcs.

Barbarians are very talented. They are born with semi-petrified skin. The average height of each person is more than two meters. They are like big black bears walking upright. Not to mention their combat effectiveness, they also have a good physique that can resist beatings and dryness. Don't look at people At least, one person overwhelms seven or eight ordinary soldiers, just like exercising normally.

Human beings also have a lot of tricks, priests of the holy light department who are in charge of healing, high-level fighting spirit templars, magicians of various departments, especially the fully mature military system and large-scale battle experience.

During the three-month battle of the Great Wasteland, the barbarians suffered heavy losses, and the Holy See was not much better. After this battle, let alone go to the Beamon orcs to find trouble, the shortage of supplies and low morale made them Whether he can walk out of the wilderness alive and meet the Beamon orcs is still a matter of debate.

This thoughtless battle pushed the barbarian group to the opposite of the Holy See, but the barbarians don't care, anyway, we are so poor, and a few more people can save some rations, most of the barbarians It is the poorer and more ruthless, and the more ruthless and poorer the generation.

In this large-scale battle involving tens of thousands of people, the only name that has been remembered by history and has been widely passed down to this day is not the commander of the army or the pope in command, nor is it a battle hero at the barbarian level who has turned the tide. A little noble baron.

This aristocratic baron is called Bott, who was born in the declining noble branch of the Locke Kingdom. He is the second uncle's cousin of Ellen's grandfather's uncle's family.

It was this little man who ended this farce-like battle.

The process was miraculous. Baron Bott was a road idiot. He lost his way after chasing after everyone, and then walked to the Great Chief's tribe alone.

This guy is also a talent, facing tens of thousands of barbarians without changing his face and heartbeat, he directly pretended to be a negotiator of the Holy See, and said a word to the chief, roughly meaning: We big guys have suffered heavy losses this time, and we are ready to discuss Stepping out of the wilderness, your younger brothers have been biting us, big brother, tell me what you want, draw a path and we can discuss it.

A group of five big and three rough barbarians gathered together, and finally the chief made a statement and made a request: "One hundred carriages of food, ten carriages of cloth, it is best to leave the horses and carts at that time!"

Bot settled the matter on the spot, but the savage couldn't write, and he didn't have any evidence, so he clapped his hands.

Baron Bott returned to the headquarters of the Expeditionary Army and told the Pope, the commander-in-chief, that the Pope quickly replied on the spot. Apart from.

The reason for this result was very simple, because everyone didn't believe what Bot said at all. The demands made by the barbarians, converted into gold coins, were less than the daily consumption of an army of 10 people. Isn't this a joke?

In fact, the Grand Pope is not to blame for this matter, after all, no one thought that the barbarian's vision was so small.

If it weren’t for the fact that Baron Bott’s name can still be sung to this day, the baron rode a fast horse and ran back to the Kingdom of Locke. To the Great Chief tribe.

The great chief divided the things, and the chiefs of the major tribes were also satisfied, so they entertained Baron Bott.

The barbarians were very honest. All the barbarian fighters withdrew from the battlefield the next day, and they were broken into pieces. They should go home and live their lives as if they had nothing to do.

This time the pope was dumbfounded. He suddenly realized a problem, that is, why did the expeditionary army he led fight with the barbarians, and after being puzzled, he sent a messenger to ask the chief.

The great chief can't write either, so he sent a message directly to the courier for him to convey, that is: I didn't know, a lot of you came to the wilderness, I thought you were going to rob our tents, how could I? Knowing that you are going to fight the Beamon orcs, next time you say it earlier, it is a waste of my expressions.

After this farce-like battle, the Holy See, who suffered a lot, classified the barbarians as heretics and uncivilized barbarians.

The barbarians finally surpassed the Beamon orcs and ranked second on the list of enemies of the Holy See.

The first one is a colleague of the Holy See, the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect far in the far north, and only among colleagues can there be naked hatred.

Against this background, the barbarians don't have a good impression of the Holy See and the human kingdom. Anyway, we don't mess with you, so don't come to the Great Wasteland to find fault.

And now the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, Bloodhoof Zac, is the first barbarian chief to set foot in the sphere of human influence in hundreds of years.

The elite soldiers of the Bloodhoof tribe who walked unimpeded along the way did not encounter any obstacles at all, not even the human legion stationed on the border.

Looking at the dilapidated city gate not far away, the old Zach frowned, waved and called a soldier under his command and said, "Babylon, I always feel that something is wrong. You are the smartest in our tribe. What do you think?"

More than two meters tall, Babylon the Great, with a shaved head and totem tattoos all over his body, said in a low voice: "Chief, why don't I go in and see the situation in the dark? Didn't the human messenger say it a few days ago? There are no guards, so I wrote down the route, and when the time comes, we can just break in and snatch people away."

Old Zach shook his head and said, "That human messenger may not have any good intentions, but he may just want to use our hands to get rid of the lord here."

"Oh, old chief, don't worry about it." Big Babylon squeezed his fist and said volunteeringly: "Leave it to me, so many of us are too eye-catching, I will touch it myself."

Old Zack looked at the big Babylon and the little giant figure, and nodded helplessly: "Then you be careful, if there is an accident, you just set fire to it, and it would be best to burn all these cunning humans to death. When we saw the smoke, we rushed in to help, and we must find the location of the old castle."

"Okay! Just wait, old chief." Babylon the Great grinned, and ran towards the outer city wall of the outpost in the dark.

A half-grown barbarian child with a particularly immature face, with two lines of snot on his nose swaying in the wind, ran over bouncingly, just about to speak.

Old Zach kicked directly, turning the child into a gourd.

A group of warriors from the Bloodhoof Tribe next to him secretly wondered whether little Zac was born to the chief.

"Get out!" Old Zach roared angrily, "Don't make trouble for us, just go and play."

Little Zach got up as if nothing had happened, and said innocently: "Father, that idiot of Babylon, he is so tall and strong, he looks like a barbarian, why don't you let me go, my body is still like a normal of the human race."

Old Zach gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, acquiescing.

Little Zach ran out excitedly, shouting the name of Great Babylon.

(End of this chapter)