Lord Roar

Chapter 302 Three Requirements
All the chiefs stared dumbfoundedly at the flirting figure of Giselle with a playful smile, and their hearts were extremely shocked.

Allen took the lead in applauding.

A large group of chiefs stupidly followed and started applauding.

Tilda blushed a little. It was the first time for her to enjoy other people's applause. While the corners of her eyes were moist, she glanced at Allen gratefully.

You must know that when the beast elves were with Mourinho in the past, no one applauded and cheered for them even if they made great achievements in battle, as if they should do whatever they did, there was no praise, no applause, and no recognition and respect.

However, the chiefs were also misunderstood. They thought that the reason why the boulders exploded was because the arrows shot by Tilda were weird.

After the silly chiefs applauded, they looked at Allen.

Seeing that everyone was focusing on him, Allen laughed wildly and shouted: "What a fucking magician, what a fucking fighting spirit fighter, I announced today that the duality of the human race is in the eyes of our blood hooves. No fart."

Orpheus coughed unnaturally, but he thought sadly that Chief Bloodhoof was right. The reason why magicians are so respected is because of their long-range strike ability, and now the Bloodhoof tribe also has it. This point, as for fighting spirit fighters, don't mention it, no less than three figures died in the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and I didn't see any threat to the Bloodhoof Tribe.

It was only then that Allen realized that he had said the wrong thing, touched his head in embarrassment and shouted: "No, what a fucking Beamon priest, what a fucking Beamon giant beast, in my eyes, they are not farts. "

Orpheus's throat was a little dry, and he looked back at Ronningt and asked in a low voice, "How can there be such an excellent trebuchet in the Bloodhoof Camp?"

"Master Fan Di is currently playing for the Bloodhoof Camp."

"Oh, that's it." Orpheus Heng said ironically: "Didn't you work for your southern parish before, why did you go to the Bloodhoof camp?"

Ronningt blinked innocently. I don't know. Before I came to Bloodhoof Camp, I always thought this old guy was dead.

Orpheus asked again: "The Holy See also supports many geometers. How long will it take to imitate this trebuchet that can be assembled at any time?"

Ronningt shook his head and said, "The trebuchet is very easy. Even if it can't be completely imitated, the functions are similar. The difficulty lies in the raw materials."

"Raw material?" Orpheus looked at the eight trebuchets not far away.

"Yes, the Bloodhoof tribe is not using ropes, but the sinews and skins of a prehistoric giant snake."

Orpheus' eyes lit up. He had seen the horned python, and he had also seen Allen holding the horned python's neck to make him grow bigger and peel off its skin. Now there are still a lot of them in the middle of the camp. The words he opened his mouth Maybe some will come, but maybe the Holy See is about to bleed again.

However, Langningt continued with some disappointment: "Boulders can be seen everywhere, and they are easy to polish. The problem is that the liquid in those small bottles that can burn and explode is not known, and Chief Allen has no idea about this kind of bottle. Materials and production methods are strictly guarded."

Orpheus sighed, no wonder Chief Bloodhoof was able to show off swaggeringly, it turned out that even if others wanted to imitate it, they couldn't do it.

Langningt was also very depressed. The Holy See, the majestic human overlord, wanted to imitate a weapon made by a barbarian camp, but he couldn't imitate it. Who would believe it.

Orpheus asked with red eyes: "Then it's okay to form an air force. The power of this kind of air force's intensive bombing is too terrifying. The Holy See must form one, no, ten air forces."

Ronningt spread his hands and shook his head helplessly.

Seeing Longningt's expression, Orpheus wanted to kill people, and asked viciously: "Don't tell me that even the Air Force can't imitate, order each of the dioceses to offer a hundred griffins, and all affiliated countries to offer fifty Hippogryph, move fast."

"Master Shengzi...there are griffins and hippogryphs, and they are easy to train, but don't forget, we don't have teleportation tools. Those dwarves all carry portable teleportation props, and some people in the camp go to teleport Throwing that kind of small bottle in the door, the griffins are like a moving portal in the air, this, we can't imitate it."

Orpheus asked weakly: "Then tell me, what else can we have?"

Ronningt looked helpless. What else can we have? We are the Holy See, the overlord on the southern side of the mainland, the suzerain forces of dozens of human countries, hundreds of millions of believers and dozens of legions. Why are we comparing with a tribe of barbarians, Mr. Shengzi, are you insane?
Orpheus kicked the gravel on the ground fiercely, and looked at Allen who started to hook up with Janna with envy and hatred.

"Why did this guy come across all the good things!"

Ronningt nodded in agreement. The entire southern diocese was wiped out, but nothing was found. This guy went to the Beamon barracks and wiped out Mourinho's family. Yes, this is too unreasonable.

And it was all gone, and I also accepted a large group of beast elf sharpshooters, so I didn’t say anything, I left, and before I left, I also dismantled the gate and city wall of the Holy Light Castle and packed it for me. Let's go, who the hell to talk to.

If you want to talk about other forces, even a few other human powers or chief tribes, if the Holy See licks the old face and stretches out the big hand, at least the other party will understand half of the meaning. After all, the face of the Holy See is very valuable.

It's a pity that if it's the Bloodhoof camp, it's another matter.

Because the blood hoof chief is a hob meat through and through. He dared to offend the Holy See when he was a bare-handed commander. Later, he became the chief of a small tribe. He was so crazy that he dared to violently beat the iron cavalry army. , not to mention that now that there are so many top-notch weapons of war, it is estimated that he even dares to beat the Pope now.

Not to mention that the Holy See reached out to ask for it, it is estimated that the holy father came and appeared, and the blood hoof chief may not give face.

Although this guy is a pure human nobleman, he doesn't believe in the Holy Father.

It’s fine if you don’t believe in the Holy Father. You say you are a barbarian chieftain, but you don’t even believe in the **** Kakalu God of War. Anyway, Longningt saw this guy peeing under the Kakalu statue one night. Said that he is a believer in Kakalu God of War, who the hell would believe it.

And this guy belongs to the master who plucks the wild goose's hair. It's not bad if he doesn't take advantage of others, let alone ask him to play the autumn wind.

When Allen saw that the muscles were all lit up, there was no need to demonstrate them all. Just let these chiefs know how big our fists are at the Bloodhoof Camp, and don't cause trouble for yourself when the two clans of the North and the South fight.

In the future war between the north and the south, although the Holy See is dominated by the human race, the strength of the [-] barbarians cannot be ignored. Since this is the case, it will be a question of who will lead so many tribes.

Originally, the Great Chief Tribe was supposed to be responsible for this matter, but as the only Bloodhoof Tribe that defeated Beamon's formed army, it had disagreements with the Great Chief Tribe and others, and even Manstein, whose attitude was unknown, was not at ease. The hoof tribe fights alone, let alone divide several tribes under the command of Allen.

The meaning of the great chief tribe is that the wasteland is the territory of Laozi, and all the tribes on the land are my younger brothers, so Laozi has the final say.

What Allen meant was that the big bosses of the Great Chief tribe are all trash, and we don't care about other tribes. Anyway, our Bloodhoof tribe will not listen to a bunch of trash.

If you want to fool an illiterate barbarian, or pretend to be a ghost, the chief tribe is definitely the first in the wasteland.

But when it comes to foreign wars or large-scale battles, the Great Chief tribe does have self-knowledge. They know that they are not enough. They originally wanted to follow the Holy See to fight Taiping, but unfortunately they were worried about being used as cannon fodder.

At this time, the role of the Bloodhoof Tribe came to the fore, not because of their proud record of zero casualties, but because under the leadership of Chief Allen, the Bloodhoof Tribe has never suffered a loss and has been making a lot of war fortune. .

Therefore, Manstein and other high-level chieftain tribes are going to ask Allen to help with advice, but it is limited to advice.

Allen usually adapts to this kind of situation. Let alone large-scale battles, he doesn't know how to deal with local conflicts.

He doesn't know much about the Beamon orcs, but this doesn't prevent him from bragging about Manstein and others, so he wants to take the command right over in a big way. The high-level wrangling is a waste of time.

How could the Great Chief Tribe give him the command hastily? In case Alan is unhappy with the Great Chief Tribe, he will directly copy it to the Great Chief Tribe.

In the end, the Great Chief tribe decided that if necessary, they would let other tribes support them under Allen's jurisdiction depending on the situation.

But this is enough, but before accepting the younger brother, you have to let others know how strong you are as the boss, so Alan made such a move.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, a large group of chiefs were also shocked, and Allen shouted three demands to the chiefs of each tribe.

The first one is the unified distribution of materials. The weapons and armor brought by the Holy See are distributed by the chief tribe.

The second is that if it is necessary for combat, no matter who is assigned to the jurisdiction of the Bloodhoof Tribe, they must obey the leadership of Allen.

The third is not to fight on their own, no matter how few Beamon troops are, and without the order of the great chief tribe, they cannot fight each other.

Allen is actually more concerned about the second requirement, but the barbarians only have so few people, there is nothing left if they die casually, and he doesn't want other tribes to die in vain. It is not a fantasy that the entire army is wiped out in minutes.

A large group of chiefs have no objection to Allen's request, anyway, you have the final say if you have big fists.

"Male Gobi, I almost forgot, there is one more important thing, I hope that all the warriors of the tribe can survive the battle with all their beards and tails."

A large group of chiefs were deeply moved. Look at the bloodhoof chief, he cares more about the lives of the soldiers than we do.

Allen then shouted: "If there is really no way, each tribe must at least keep one person, at least one person."

A large group of chiefs thought of the one hundred, three and sixty totems mentioned by Allen, and all of them must be missing, and they suddenly felt emotional. This is what humans often say about the inheritance of the torch.

"Leave a life alive. After repelling Beamon, send me the teleportation crystal. Don't forget it." Allen shouted anxiously.

A bunch of chiefs when he farts all the time. .

Conslet, who was standing on the top floor of the magic tower, cursed for the first time: "Fuck you, you can finally speak human words."

(End of this chapter)