Lord Roar

Chapter 275
Allen sat alone at the gate of the camp, staring up at the crescent moon in the sky, without saying a word.

He knew that from now on, he would no longer be able to yell at the Great Wasteland with his shirt off his arms: Even if you kill the world upside down, it has nothing to do with Laozi Mao, hahahaha.

In the beginning, he was just looking for little Zac, then he got into the Beamon Legion by accident, and ran into the Fort of Holy Light to find out the news, and then it got out of control, and everything that happened later gradually got out of his control, Orpheus, Mourinho, Chaos War with Beamon Beastman, Beamon Beast Emperor's envoy, Mara Priest, Holy Son candidate, etc., all of which were originally out of reach with me People and things, all let myself come across, as if there is God's will in the dark, let myself sink deeper and deeper, like being stuck in a swamp, unable to extricate myself.

Moreover, the Bloodhoof Tribe has been helplessly tied to the chariot of the Holy See, and will also participate in the civil war that swept across the entire continent in the future. At that time, how will they be alone?

If it's just him, it's fine, but what about those Bloodhoof people, dwarf giants, let alone Dina, old Zack and his son, old Lacey and old Duff Thackeray.

Even if everyone calls themselves the chief, the boss, and regards themselves as the most trusted person, it doesn't mean that Allen thinks he can decide everyone's fate.

Although Orpheus was not verbally agreed, both parties knew what Allen's final choice was.

Allen was very scared, afraid that his decision would be wrong, and this wrong decision might cause the Bloodhoof tribe to fall into the abyss. There is no such thing as an immortal in war.

A pretty figure strolled over and stood in front of Allen.

"Princess Hathaway?" Allen's head was getting big, and he was already troublesome enough, and he couldn't afford to be alone.

"Ahem~" Princess Hathaway coughed softly.

A swift figure ran over from the darkness. This guy was full of vindictiveness. Allen knew that he was a vindictive fighter in Princess Hathaway's guards. He looked like a human-shaped light bulb in the middle of the night. what to do.

I saw this guy running over, without saying a word, then lying on the ground with his butt pouted, puffing his cheeks like a toad, and began to blow the dust on the ground. After blowing the ground spotless, this guy raised his head, fawning After smiling at Allen, he turned and walked away quickly.

Hathaway nodded with satisfaction, bent slightly and sat beside Allen.

Allen's staring boss, a Tier [-] grudge fighter, is that what Nima is for?Use fighting energy to increase your lung capacity, and then use your cheeks as a blower?

But don't say it, grudge is really omnipotent, the ground it blows is spotless, and it works better than a large blower.

"Brother Alan, Weiwei sees that you are frowning, can you tell me about anything that bothers you?"

It has to be said that, as the flower of Lothar, Hathaway showed the demeanor of aristocrats and ladies in every move, especially her exquisite face was flawless, it was cleaner and more transparent than the clearest crystal, and her eyes were curved like Like a crescent moon, with every frown and smile, there is no pretentiousness to make people admire.

But Allen doesn't like this, he knows it's a rose with thorns, there are too many lace rumors about Princess Hathaway, especially those young heroes who dare to pursue him, and the unbelievable pain caused by her Several.

Hathaway saw Allen only glanced at herself, then looked up at the moon again, feeling a little disappointed, and asked, "Brother Allen, am I beautiful?"

"Isn't it beautiful?" Allen was happy, looked at Hathaway's lower body and said, "Look at the thighs!"

Hathaway was amused by this witty remark, and raised the hem of the magic robe a little bit, revealing a small section of white and slender legs.

Allen stared straight.

Seeing Allen like this, Hathaway smiled coquettishly for a while and said: "No one has ever dared to look at me like that, and no one has ever said such a witty thing to me."

Allen wiped his saliva and rolled his eyes. It is estimated that even if there was, it would have been interrupted by the humanoid hair dryer just now.

"It's Orpheus." Hathaway blinked and said, "I saw you in the distance when you were talking just now, and then I saw you sitting here sullenly."

Allen opened his mouth and finally said nothing, which was a tacit agreement.

"My father once said a word." Hathaway followed Allen's gaze and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

"King of the Principality of Lothar? What did you say?" Allen had heard many rumors about the hero of Lothar. Many people called him and the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Locke the duo of the human race, so he was very curious.

Hathaway played with the wand in her hand and continued: "He said that throughout the thousand-year history of Saint Cassis Continent, many of those amazing and brilliant people who appeared out of nowhere and became famous in the future were forced to go to the altar. Perhaps their original intention was simply to live happily ever after on one side..."

Allen kept silent, thoughtful.

"Okay, let's not talk about this first, do you know why the Holy See has repeatedly invaded the Great Wasteland?"

Ai Lun said naturally: "It hurts to be idle."

He couldn't think of any other reason, the barbarians were so poor, the Holy See beat the barbarians, just like the son of the richest man went to beat the beggars, how else could he explain it besides idle pain and a perverted heart?

"I don't know what you mean by egg pain, but it should be funny." Hathaway's eyes bent into a crescent shape and asked again: "Then do you know that the Holy See hardly invades the Great Wasteland now? why?"

Allen suddenly felt that Hathaway's eyes were much more beautiful than the crescent moon in the sky, so he spread his hands and said, "The egg doesn't hurt anymore, the old Chinese doctor cured it?"

Hathaway turned her head, looked directly into Allen's eyes and said seriously: "The Holy See has repeatedly invaded the Great Wasteland at the beginning because of the Beamon orcs on the north side of the mainland."

Allen frowned.

Hathaway continued to speak: "As for the reason why we hardly provoke the wilderness barbarians now, it is because of the Beamon orcs."

Allen understood a little bit, and said thoughtfully: "It's because of the geographical location, right?"

"That's right, brother Alan, you are very smart." Hathaway glanced at Alan appreciatively and continued: "The wild ancient plain is the junction between our family and the Beamon orcs. The geographical location is extremely important. The vast wilderness is endless. It is very suitable for plain combat and cavalry charge, and what the major legions of our clan are good at is nothing more than cavalry charge and large-scale advancement under the cover of magician spells. Only this kind of tactics can continuously narrow the gap in individual combat effectiveness between the two clans , Brother Alan, you have fought with orcs, and you know that their physique is several times stronger than ordinary soldiers of our tribe."

"Hehe, the barbarians on the Great Wasteland are really annoying. The Holy See wanted to station troops here, so they repeatedly invaded the Great Wasteland, trying to turn the ancient wilderness into their strategic hub. Unfortunately, the barbarians refused to agree, and their temper was not very good. " Allen snapped his fingers and continued: "The reason why I don't mess with the barbarians now is to let the barbarians rest and recuperate. In the future, I will be the first to fight against the Beamon orcs. I said why that old man Manstein always has a steady stream of material distribution For other tribes, you really have a good plan."

"Not only the Holy See, but the Principality of Lothar and the Kingdom of Locke also donated supplies to the chief tribe. Brother Alan, don't forget, you are also a member of my human race, and you are from the top nobleman of the Kingdom of Locke." Hai Servi reminded: "In the war between the North and the South, Uncle Claire will definitely lead the elite army of the Locke Kingdom to the battlefield. Helping Orpheus and the Holy See is equivalent to helping your father. You can even control the flames of war in the wild. On the ancient plain, I also helped the innocent people of the Locke Kingdom."

"You have been staying in the Bloodhoof Tribe just to be a lobbyist for Orpheus?"

Hathaway shook her head and said, "No, I just want to meet you, my brother Allen, and I'm very happy that you didn't disappoint me."

"Hey." Allen smiled and declined to comment.

Hathaway waved her hand to let the fighting spirit fighters behind her who were protecting her leave, and said lightly: "Winning you is tantamount to wooing the barbarians, and wooing the barbarians is tantamount to taking advantage of the terrain. The barbarians in this land know more about the terrain of this land, so it’s not just Orpheus calling your attention, I think so too, I believe that many human powers will come to you or Great Chief Manstein to approach in the near future, but this It's not the main reason I'm here."

Allen nodded. He agreed with Hathaway's point of view. The [-] barbarians said that it was not too much, but they said that they were not too many, and they were the only intelligent race whose physical fitness could challenge the Beamon orcs. Fight Don't die, the most important thing is that the land of the barren ancient plain is very evil. Many seemingly ordinary plains may turn into bottomless quicksand in the next second. There are also bad weather conditions, cold and strong winds today. It will be blown here and there tomorrow, and there are very few clean water sources. Where is it suitable for ambushes, where is suitable for camping, where is suitable for charging and fighting, etc. It is not possible to send two scouts to check it out, like Roaring Valley. There are dozens of terrains that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and no one knows these geographic locations better than the native barbarians.

Hathaway looked at Allen's resolute face, and said quietly: "The war between the north and the south is imperative. Even if Beamon has no intention of invading south, the Holy See will lead the elites of all countries to attack Beamon again sooner or later."

"Yeah, how can there be eternal peace? The main theme of Saint Cassis Continent is war after all." Allen shrugged, feeling very helpless.

"No matter who strikes first, the [-] barbarians are the first obstacles that both sides will encounter. It's a pity that no matter how fierce a lone tiger is, how can it defeat a pack of wolves, so brother Alan, choose an ally. In the history of the mainland last year, no race that didn't help each other ended well. Think about the elves who are hiding in the forest of stars. When the demons invaded, the powerful elf empire watched from the other side. But now, the entire continent There are not ten thousand elves in total.”

Allen agrees very much with Hathaway's statement. The grass on the wall may survive for a while, but the winners will be the first to be eradicated, and they will always be those who are hesitant. Hundreds of years ago, the great elf empire After the Second World War, the first thing the Holy See did after its victory was to swing the butcher knife at the elves.

Also, the Netherlands in World War II in the previous world declared neutrality at the beginning of the war. As a result, Germany should invade or invade. After the bombing of Rotterdam, it directly gave up resistance and did not last until the end of the war.

Allen said with a smile: "Then why didn't I choose Beamon orcs? I have always disliked the Holy See, and everyone knows this."

Hathaway knew that Allen was joking, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "Brother Allen, I like you very much, really, not because you are Chief Bloodhoof, not because you are the Grand Duke Son, it's not because of your outstanding achievements, but because of my intuition, which tells me that you are a very simple and kind person, and you are like a big hero, protecting the little people that no one cares about."

"Haha, this is the first time I've heard of this. I should let those idiots Babylon the Great and De Niro follow your example." Allen didn't lie. People, since they came to the Great Wasteland, the people who died directly or indirectly in their own hands, even if they don't count Bimon, have at least three digits.

"I'm honored to be the first person to praise you. This is my honor." Hathaway leaned her head on Allen's shoulder and said, "You are like the tragic hero Leoda 700 years ago."

Allen wanted to hide, but unfortunately his body remained motionless.

(End of this chapter)