Lord Roar

Chapter 337 Beast Emperor Caesar
Seeing that Manstein came to confirm the news in person, Allen didn't bother to explain so much. He was in a bad mood now, so he directly pushed him to a group of foreign aid envoys, and walked towards Mourinho, who had always been taciturn.

After everyone talked about it, the chief finally understood what happened in just half a day.

Originally, he was still in the Great Chief's Tribe, discussing with many elders how to issue a battle omen order, but before Mao could discuss it, Hayden ran over and told everyone that the [-] Beamon advance army had fled.

At this time, it was finally confirmed that Manstein, after the Beamon orcs fled, was no less than a great chief who could support [-] barbarians. He blinked his small eyes, seeing that Allen ignored him, and quickly took aim at Old Zach.

When old Zach saw Manstein's eyes, his heart trembled for no reason.

Manstein warmly put his arms around old Zach's shoulders and said, "Old chief, we old brothers have known each other for decades, right?"

"Fart, don't make friends with me." The old Zack, who is now rising, has long since stopped taking the Great Chief tribe seriously, let alone walking sideways on the great wasteland.

"Hey, your Bloodhoof tribe is very rich and ruthless now, so many Beimeng orcs have thrown away their armor and armor and ran out of the wilderness. Look, can our great chief send someone to help clean up the supplies they left behind? The wasteland is our home, so it doesn't look good to have so many corpses, armor and weapons thrown on the ground in a mess, right?"

Old Zach laughed disdainfully. Before, the poor tribes were too poor to be exposed. They didn't even have a tent. The wasteland was full of barbarians lying down and sleeping. At that time, I didn't see you saying that it was not good-looking.

"So you old guy paid attention to this." Old Zach pondered for a while and asked: "The gang of Beamon orcs have nothing valuable, and their weapons are all broken copper and iron, and they are only wolf cavalry. My scimitar is passable, but it is also made of low-quality pig iron, and it can be broken with a kick."

"Not inferior, not inferior." Manstein loosened his tone when he saw old Zach, shaking his head like a rattle: "Your tribe doesn't want it, but our great chief tribe wants it. Those scimitars are good things."

Old Zach asked jokingly: "Don't you say that the tradition of our barbarians is not to rely on external forces? I forgot to ask last time. Why are you also throwing weapons and armor on the soldiers now?"

The old chief was still thinking about the change of clothes last time, and he always scolded Allen for nothing, saying that he was a prodigal.

At that time, Allen saw that all the warriors in all the tribes had enough dragon scales to make armors, so he gave all the original full-body armors made of fine steel to Manstein.

For an old fritter like Manstein, don't say a few words against him, as long as you can get it for profit, even if you scold him a few times, he will not answer back.

Old Zack didn't continue joking, and asked puzzledly: "Apart from the scimitars of the wolf cavalry, what else do you want? I heard from the boys in the tribe that those Beimeng orcs are really worthless. There are a lot of piggies. I didn’t even wear a top, just wearing a pair of shorts and fighting with my arms around.”

"Why not? The warriors of your tribe have too high a vision. The wooden armor of those porcupine warriors is covered by our great chief tribe."

"What do you want those broken logs for? That thing has no protection at all, and it can be cut in half with a single knife." Old Zach looked at Manstein with a confused face, thinking that this guy is not poor and crazy, right? want.

"There are rivets on the wood, you can pull it out and use it." Manstein said with a smile.

Old Zach rolled his eyes and asked, "There is more."

Manstein waved his hand like the owner of the waste collection station, and said, "The scimitar of the wolf cavalry, the horses of the fox staff officers, the giant wolf under the crotch of the wolf cavalry, the cloth on the battle flag, the bear officer The leather armor, the dry food for the march, the amplified instruments for the sacrifice, the corpses of the three giant beasts, the harpy lance, and the shorts of the pig-faced warrior, we all want it.”

Old Zach was completely convinced. He always knew that the Great Chief tribe was poor, but he never thought of it being so poor.

Faced with Manstein's blatant desire to take advantage, the honest old Zach finally agreed.

Thinking that they are all of the same clan, even if the Great Chief tribe covers everything, it will be divided up at that time, and it is impossible to fill their pockets. Besides, there is no place to sell the pockets. In the end, old Zach nodded in agreement. This is a trivial matter. He doesn't need Allen to decide, he can make a decision, not to mention that he knows that Allen doesn't like those rags.

Manstein was overjoyed and asked tentatively, "Can you give us the armor-piercing crossbow bolts that were inserted into the sacrificial corpses?"

"Go ahead and dream, the children have already recovered those armor-piercing crossbow arrows when they cleaned the battlefield." Old Zach said with a smile: "There are also amplified musical instruments for sacrifices, which are good things, so don't be fooled .”

Manstein didn't take it seriously either, and called Helton over and said loudly, "Hurry up and go back to the tribe of the great chief, and organize everyone to clean up the battlefield."

Heldon walked towards the portal in a desperate manner.

At this time, Allen was standing in front of Mourinho, with finding fault written on his left face and causing trouble written on his right face.

Mourinho smiled wryly and said: "It must be impossible to catch up, unless you can sneak into the Sabak Imperial City."

"Damn it, this kid Hurrent is really lucky." Allen was very angry.

For him, defeating one hundred thousand Beamon orcs was exciting, but letting this guy Hurent run away wiped out his good mood.

"Let's not talk about this, when do you think the Beamon army will enter the Great Wasteland?"

Mourinho shook his head and said: "If the [-] advance troops do not flee, it will take up to ten days, but the tens of thousands of defeated soldiers will run back, which will be a fatal blow to the morale of the army. The Beast Emperor will definitely adjust his strategy. There may be two Set foot in the wilderness in three days and fight a victory to stabilize the morale of the army, or it may take several months to plan before reorganizing the army."

"I have to wait again, and I don't know when the Holy See will gather its troops. It's not good to just fight, and it won't work like this."

Mourinho smiled and said, "The Beast Forest is on the south side of the Great Wilderness, what are you so worried about?"

Allen really wasn't worried about the safety of the Bloodhoof Tribe, but really cared that the opponent was too poor, and it wouldn't be interesting to win, and there was no oil or water at all.

Allen did not answer Mourinho directly, but asked jokingly: "So many Beamon orcs died in battle today, you seem very happy to see you."

"Is there?" Mourinho neither admitted nor denied, and said a little ruthlessly: "The Beamon who died in the battle did not have a swan family, and the advance army was defeated, which can only prove that Beamon's contemporary Beast Emperor employs unknown people, but Rommel, the chief of the fox clan, was wronged, he was known for his cunning and prudence, but he did not expect to die in the end because of a greedy word."

Allen glanced at Mourinho with a half-smile, and pretended to say: "By the way, I haven't 'thank you' properly. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to estimate the distance so accurately. You are the leader of the big traitor Beamon who abandoned the dark and turned to the light."

Mourinho's brows trembled, his chest fluctuated slightly, and he was angry at a glance.

"Angry? Hey, the general traitor doesn't end well." Allen didn't target Mourinho, but just hated the house. He divided Mourinho and Hurent into a kind of people. , because both are traitors.

Mourinho is so smart. Hearing what Allen said, he was no longer angry, and said leisurely: "I, Mourinho, are not the same as the traitor Hurent who killed my own family. The two are very different. You know this very well!"

Allen agrees with this point, the other party is indeed a qualified commander who loves soldiers like a son.

When he was in the Holy Light Castle, if Mourinho was not afraid that his soldiers would be sacrificed, he would not have personally led the Beamon Behemoth into battle shirtless.

But if you know it, you know it, Allen never gave up any chance to hurt others.

"What's the difference, you have two more wings than him, and if you die, you can have an extra pair of Orleans grilled wings?" Allen said disdainfully: "What kind of person is pretending to be, betraying the same clan is betraying the same clan, and you will always be branded a traitor. "

Mourinho was not going to argue with Allen about these meaningless things, and asked with a smile: "Beimon's contemporary lion clan patriarch, who is now the Beast Emperor Caesar, do you understand?"

Allen is not in the mood to satirize Mourinho anymore, and when he heard the other party mention Beamon's ruler Beast Emperor, he asked with a little interest: "I don't understand, then tell me, just so I know about us. worst enemy."

Mourinho's expression was very complicated, and he said slowly: "The hero of the Beamon orcs, the hero of the San Cassis continent."

Allen nodded, and the other party's evaluation was very good.

Just now he said that he didn’t understand it must be a lie. After all, when is this, it’s impossible not to do the investigation work, but he doesn’t know much about the Beast Emperor Caesar in Bimont, it’s just some things that are known to the world.

Beast Emperor Caesar reigned for 14 years and spent five years unifying all Beamon races on the north side of the continent.

The Beamon orcs are waiting for a thousand wastes. Instead of engaging in people's livelihood and construction, the Beast Emperor Kaiser vigorously develops the military, and continues to support the military, and then uses military power to continuously suppress the elders' house, and the rights and sense of existence of the elders' house Suppressed to the lowest point.

At first everyone thought he was a militaristic leader, and many nobles in the country began to favor the military.

Unexpectedly, after suppressing and disintegrating the elders' house, Caesar began to disarm and disarmed most of the major nobles.

Disarmament is tantamount to letting the major families loyal to Caesar completely lose their core rights and no right to speak.

It's a pity that the only presbytery that can check and balance the Beast Emperor has long existed in name only, and the Sabak Imperial City has almost become the hall of the Beast Emperor.

It's a pity that with the passage of time, the 15-year period is about to pass, and the major families and nobles have also begun to look for new potential stocks.

Just like Mourinho, who used to be the No. 1 handsome Beamon, like several descendants of the beast emperor Caesar, like some high-ranking noble patriarchs appointed by the Council of Elders.

(End of this chapter)