Lord Roar

Chapter 267 The Sour Tatar
The battle between the Bloodhoof Tribe and Beamon at Fort Holy Light took place within the sphere of influence of the southern parish, and it was close to the Great Wasteland.

It is definitely impossible to hide such a big matter from the Great Chief's tribe, and Alan didn't want to hide it, and he didn't think it was necessary to hide it. He just took his brothers out to fight. Barbarians, why don't you go out and fight when you have nothing to do? Do fights go to the BBQ?

Besides, I'm too busy to go out and beat people up, so it has something to do with you guys.

For everyone except Allen, it was nothing more than going out and fighting with others, and then returning with a big victory. No one thought much about it.

First of all, Alan, he is not unfamiliar with the Beamon orcs. He was almost killed by a Bell bear officer in the outpost county before, so he thinks there is nothing to make a fuss about.

Let’s talk about Conslet and the other old guys, whether it’s a handsome old man, or the Blind Dragon Sword Master and old Lacey, let alone the Beamon orcs, they don’t know about intelligent creatures from other planes. How much was killed.

Finally, let’s talk about the young warriors headed by Babylon the Great and Thackeray. For them, it doesn’t matter whether the opponent is a Beamon orc or the Holy See.

So Alan didn't take it seriously, and the rest of the camp didn't take it seriously, and everyone involved in the battle thought it was no big deal.

But they didn't know that this battle, which they basically didn't talk about anymore, caused such a shock to the outside world.

Not to mention other forces, the nearest chieftain tribe sent people to understand the situation as soon as possible.

At dawn on the second day after the battle, the barbarian great wizard Tatar and the barbarian great prophet Gonzalez came to the Bloodhoof tribe.

The two of them rode the giant wasteland wolf and rushed over overnight. One can imagine how anxious the big chief was.

It's a pity that it's useless to be anxious. The Bloodhoof Tribe has a large group of magicians who can pull the long-distance teleportation array, and the front foot will go in and the back foot will arrive.

And these two old guys, with their old arms and old legs, could only ride the wasteland wolf.

This is the difference between having money and not having money. Allen's group of people is like taking a high-speed rail, which is comfortable and fast.

The two old guys are like riding a sophomore, not to mention suffering, they are still slow to die.

When the two first arrived, Allen was doing psychological work for a large group of beast elves in the camp.

"Girls, before you wanted to shoot me, I didn't care about it. Instead, I cared about your food and drinks. Now everyone doesn't care about the past, why don't you all become my secretary together."

Allen was imagining that a group of long legs followed behind him, it was not too shameful, and these long legs could act as bodyguards in case of danger, and a row of arrows rained past when I raised my finger. Cool.

But the beast elves ignored him, and sat on the ground with their hands hugging their knees, burying their heads in silence.

"Everyone is a minority. Why do minorities make things difficult for minorities? If it was in the past, if we take the exam, we can get extra points together."

Allen thought that there are only 8 barbarians in the whole continent, and only a few thousand beast elves. They are all ethnic minorities. Why do you bother to work for Beamon?

The beast spirits still ignored him, not knowing what the psychopath was talking about.

"Damn it, is it okay to give me a reaction? If it weren't for seeing that you all have long legs, I would have given you a crack."

The beast elves raised their heads with disdain on their faces. It wasn't that they were not afraid, but that they didn't believe it. At that time, this guy was almost shot into a hedgehog on the wall of the Holy Light Castle, and he didn't kill him. completely swapped.

"Fuck, forget it, let me just say it for nothing, I'll go back tonight and think about my words, let's continue tomorrow."

The beast elves rolled their eyes in unison. This barbarian who killed people like hemp on the battlefield was like a chatterbox off the battlefield. Since he was captured, this guy came to surrender every day whenever he had time, and he talked nonsense. Not a single sentence hit the point, and I didn't know what to draw.

Regardless of whether the group of beast elves answered or not, he kept talking to himself for a long time, and after each time he finished speaking, he always looked satisfied, and then left humming a little song.

No matter what the beast elves think, anyway, Alan is like this, regardless of whether you return or not, I just went to see a pair of long-legged ones.

In fact, for this group of beast elves, it is not impossible to surrender to the barbarians. They, who lived in Beamon's territory since childhood, understand the cruel forest law far better than others, and the survival of the fittest is the most basic.

Although they were captured by a group of barbarians in the wilderness, they did not receive any unfair treatment. They ate whatever the barbarians ate. Even though the range of activities was restricted and the three fierce beasts watched them in shifts, they did not beat or insult them. Instead, a large group of female savages came to deliver food and drink every day, and brought some warm clothes.

In recent years, Mourinho has launched many small-scale wars against surrounding forces, and many beast elves have been captured, and after being captured by the enemy, the end is disastrous.

After the initial panic, the beast elves found that these barbarians were not scary. Those strong barbarian warriors who looked like bears, as a male, paid little attention to them.

You must know that even in Sabak King City, many beast elves are princes and nobles who covet beauty.

Apart from the fact that the barbarian chief was annoying and restricted freedom, the beast elves felt that the food in the camp was quite good.

Little Zack and a group of half-grown boys, because they often play magic archers, came here to ask for the skills of blood hoof archery, but the beast elves ignored them.

If it is said that Zack and his boys are idle eggs, then many old women in the Bloodhoof Camp are idle milk sour. They are captives, and the old ladies go over to ask about their health, so they don't say anything, they always talk about such a thin girl, don't get sick after the wind blows and the sun shines.

And what makes Alan speechless the most is that the big long legs looked good at first, but a bunch of tribal old women are messing around here. In this hot day, you have nothing to give away. The clothes are all covered, and I still look at your grandma Legs look.

Theoretically speaking, this group of fit and tall beast elf warriors is not thin at all, but compared with a large group of barbarian old ladies with big arms and round waists, they are indeed a bit slender.

It was the first time for the beast elf warriors to feel cared for, and many of their companions would often chat with old barbarian women.

When the leg-watching demon Alan saw the barbarian's No. [-] and No. [-] gods coming to visit, he changed his face as soon as he wiped his lips: "What are you two old bastards doing here?"

Tatar and Gonzalez have long been used to Allen's rudeness, there is no way, who can make people have hard fists and money.

Some people have money and big fists, so Allen is very willful.

Seeing that the two of them were not talking, Allen said in a vicious voice: "Ms. Shaote, come to me to fight the autumn wind. Wherever you call me, go back."

The leg-watching maniac thought that the two of them were smugly asking for the cubs of the beast again.

The old and cunning Gonzalez said with a straight face, "I'm here to see my precious daughter. If you don't like me, let Giselle follow me back to the Darkmoon Tribe."

Allen gave a thumbs up and sighed secretly, the old guy counts you as cruel.

The leg-watching maniac turned back and shouted: "Where is Babylon, did you see the old prophet come? Hurry up and get some delicious food, it's so worthless."

After yelling, Alan hurried up to greet his relatives like a filial son-in-law.

Gonzalez has no money and no one, and his fists are not big, but he has a beautiful daughter, so he is more willful than Allen.

"Old Prophet, look at what you said, don't worry about Giselle being with me, she has gained a few pounds, and her breasts are big... Uh, no, the breastplate is thick Yes, ordinary bows and arrows can't be shot. By the way, what's the matter with you running so far? If you want something to do, you can just send someone directly. It's so far away. Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? I think you can talk a little bit It doesn't take much effort, can you still go up to the fifth floor in one breath now? When can I kick my legs and see Kakalu?"

No way, Alan didn't want to talk to the old prophet and had to pretend to be warmly welcome. It was only then that he remembered Gonzalez's other identity. If he had the title of a great prophet on his head, Alan Bird I don't care about him, but he is still Giselle's biological father. Although I didn't have any real relationship with Giselle, after getting drunk that night, I saw what I should see and touched. I touched it, how could I know if Giselle's breasts have grown bigger again?

To say that Allen doesn't like Giselle, a naive and innocent chatterbox, must be talking nonsense with his eyes open, not to mention his personality, with Giselle's figure, in his previous life, he would definitely be a supermodel on the Victoria's Secret Show.

Allen is the least resistant to this kind of long legs. Why don't he always go to the beast elves to "surrender" all day long?

No one can tell what will happen to the two of them in the future. Maybe Gonzalez will become a half-father in the future, so Alan can't continue to speak badly.

However, Allen felt that Gonzalez, the future father-in-law, was a bit incompetent compared to Giselle.

The wife is the most beautiful in the wilderness, but it's a pity that the father-in-law is not suffering from terminal cancer.

Gonzalez, who has received super-scale treatment, looks like a proud rooster patrolling the territory, and under the leadership of Alan, he raised his head and chest and inspected the Bloodhoof camp.

"Well, yes, the soldiers are getting stronger and stronger."

"Are the beasts still obedient?"

"Chief Bloodhoof, you are still doing your duty."

"Well, good, good, good."

Allen, like a ghost translator, kept nodding his head in agreement.

But I'm still complaining in my heart, whether the soldiers under my command are strong or not has nothing to do with you, and I didn't steal your rice.

The great wizard Tatar who was following Gonzales looked at Gonzales with some envy, thinking of his own daughter who looked like she was stepped on by Iron Mountain and sprayed by the acid-etched giant crow, slightly sighed.

Before Allen was born, the eldest daughter of the Tatar family was definitely a "good man" who could run a pony on his arms and had a mouthful of a saros. Moreover, Tatar was also very proud of being a father, and he would brag about his family The daughter can bring down two or three barbarian warriors at a time.

In the past, the daughters of the great chief tribes would definitely be despised. The barbarians advocated force and respected men, and the female barbarians were only accessories and reproductive tools.

Strict wives like Babylon the Great are rare cowards in a century.

But ever since the eldest daughter of the Gonzalez family approached Chief Bloodhoof, this old guy has become tough in speaking in the chief tribe, and dared to talk back to Chief Manstein. You can't refute him, because once you refute him , people began to keep three sentences, "My son-in-law's bloodhoof camp is blah blah" and the like, as if the bloodhoof camp belonged to his family.

(End of this chapter)