Lord Roar

Chapter 350
Seeing a large group of people under the bell tower together in a lively and lively way, Rooney, who couldn't bear the loneliness, bluffed and wanted to go down and have a look.

Allen didn't have much interest in this matter. Just before flying to the clock tower, the two originally wanted to set up the portal and go back to the camp directly, but Rooney accidentally heard a few mercenaries say that Black Jack might come to the gravel soon Fort inspection, the time is only a few days, so the two did not go back directly, and planned to wait until night to go out to inquire about the news.

Just as he was about to tell Rooney that he couldn't go on, the portable crystal in Allen's arms shone with elemental luster. After setting up a portal under the giant clock, Babylon the Great came out without thinking, and almost stepped on the air from the clock tower. fell down.

"What's wrong, something happened in the camp?"

The fearful Babylon was a little afraid of heights. After retreating to the middle of the clock tower, he began to explain his purpose to Allen and Rooney.

It turns out that the four major legions have already arrived at the Fort of Holy Light, and the two legions of the Holy See have been repaired for a while before heading to the Great Wasteland. Light Fort continued to be repaired.

The reason why the Holy See's two legions immediately entered the Great Wasteland was because the Behemoth orcs sent dozens of elite cavalry to sweep up the barbarian tribes outside the Great Wasteland.

The Great Chief tribe had discussed with Allen before, and had gathered all the peripheral tribes near the Great Chief tribe or in the hinterland of the wasteland, but because some tribes were too small or remote, they did not retreat in time.

In desperation, the Great Chief tribe dispatched the Nighthawk tribe and the Lion tribe among the four major tribes to stop the elite cavalry of the Beamon orcs outside the wasteland. The two major legions of the Holy See also took this opportunity to cooperate with the Nighthawk and Lion tribes. The two tribes wanted to find out the reality of the Beamon orcs.

The battle started so suddenly, and it was a bit anticlimactic.

Because the Great Chief tribe borrowed a large number of teleportation crystals, the Lion tribe and the Nighthawk tribe quickly reached the northern periphery of the wasteland.

Who knew that the strategic goal of those dozens of Beamon elite cavalry was to wipe out the scattered tribes on the outskirts of the wilderness. Their main purpose was to attract the barbarians and the Holy See Legion to the outskirts of the wilderness for a decisive battle.

After seeing the barbarian warriors from the two major tribes, the orc cavalry who were far away began to retreat.

The Nighthawk Tribe and the Lion Tribe dispatched about 5000 people, including hundreds of people who were fighting guardian beasts. Their mobility could not be compared with that of the Beamon Wolf Cavalry, and they were unable to catch up. Instead, they almost fell into the encirclement of the priests of the Holy See. , if it weren't for the portable teleportation crystal and the relatively small number of people, it is estimated that the entire army would have been wiped out long ago.

And the Beamon orcs didn't easily enter the inner side of the Great Wasteland, because the terrain inside the wilderness was too complicated, and the outer part of the wilderness was almost flat. Apart from the upright duel, it was impossible to hide a large number of troops to fight ambushes and guerrilla warfare.

It seems that the Beamon orcs learned a lot of wisdom by eating a pit. After the defeat of the [-] advance army, Beamon was deeply afraid of suffering such a loss again, so he didn't dare to enter the hinterland of the barren ancient plain easily.

"It's only been a few days, and the fight started so soon?"

Babylon the Great scratched his head and said, "I don't know the specific situation. The two major armies of the Holy See have already passed by the chief tribe, and they will be able to meet the Beamon orcs in two or three days."

Rooney saw that a fight was about to break out in the wilderness, and he didn't have the heart to run down to look at the human brain. He said excitedly, "Boss, let's go back. Watching these mercenaries fight is not as fun as fighting the orcs."

Allen rolled his eyes and said: "We are not needed for the time being. If we can help the Holy See solve its worries, it will be more useful than being on the front line."

Babylon the Great interrupted: "Chief, I haven't seen what the hinterland of the human race is like except for the outpost county. Show me."

After finishing speaking, Babylon the Great happened to hear the noise not far below the bell tower, and wanted to go down to watch the excitement with a look of impatience.

Allen looked at the two speechlessly. One wanted to go back and fight the Beamon orcs, and the other wanted to see the town of humans. The two of them are really troublesome. If I knew this, I might as well take Thackeray or Cons Wright is out.

In the end, the ink was on for a long time, and Babylon the Great refused to go back. The three decided to wait for two or three days. If Duke Black Jack did not come again, they would return to the Bloodhoof Tribe at that time. Anyway, there is a teleportation crystal, so it is convenient to go back and forth.

The three sneaked down from the bell tower, changed their appearance casually, and walked towards the crowd.

Now Alan’s appearance is no longer the same as when he first entered the Great Wasteland. Not only did his hair grow out, but his skin was also tanned. It may be that the autumn wind on the wasteland was too cold, and Alan’s facial features became more resolute, especially a pair of The eyes are very aggressive, and the height is more than 1.8 meters, and the body shape is not much different from some tall mercenaries.

Rooney also turned back into a human form, with a rough old face and gray hair tied into a simple ponytail.

Rooney, who is over fifty years old, is in the prime of life among druids. You must know that druids, a race close to nature, have a very long lifespan. It is normal for those who are more active to live three to four hundred years old.

The only thing is that the big Babylon is a little troublesome. The size of more than two meters is too eye-catching, but it is not uncommon among the human race to be taller than two meters, but it is relatively rare. As long as you don’t speak, you will not show it. tells.

A guy in the costume of a herald shouted with drums and gongs: "The city lord has an order to recruit 24 strong men, each of whom will get ten gold coins."

After shouting, the herald posted notices on the low wall one by one.

Surrounded by a large group of leaders of the mercenary team, they looked at the notice on the wall with jealousy.

Although the notice only said that 24 strong men of Kong Wu were needed, and did not say what they were going to do, the ten gold coins made them greedy.

You must know that one person is worth ten gold coins, and 24 people are worth 240 gold coins. Generally, the more dangerous reward tasks may not have such a high reward.

Allen, who was standing in the crowd, was about to leave after watching the meeting.

Rooney held him unobtrusively and whispered: "Let's just stay and have nothing to do. It's true that Black Jack will come to patrol after a while. It's too boring to wait like this. Let's join in the fun."

Allen nodded helplessly. This guy Rooney is like a child with ADHD, and he can't rest for a moment.

Just as the three of them were about to go to the herald to sign up, a burly man with a scarred face shouted arrogantly: "I am the deputy head of Sadido's mercenary mercenaries. We have secured the 24 spots."

The head of a group of mercenaries kept clamoring that his team was all inclusive.

"We've got it too. Don't fight with us. Anyone who dares to snatch it will offend our Bucks Federation Liannu."

"Don't the company's crossbows only shoot cold arrows secretly, haha, you are also worthy?"

"The great swordsmen of our red sword are all strong men, who can be stronger than us, don't get in the way."

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"Look at you?"

"Try to take another look."

"Just try it."

Allen "..."

Because the gravel city divides the activity area, because these gangsters are all leaders of mercenaries, they have access tokens, and each eye is higher than the top. Whoever can take this job down will get more than 200 tokens The entry of gold coins can be regarded as a considerable amount of income.

Seeing a group of people at war, Alan wasn't interested in grabbing a spot anymore. Anyway, there was excitement to watch and pass the time.

But Babylon the Great and Rooney are eager to try.

The herald who posted the notice also retreated to a group helplessly. He knows the face of this group of mercenaries best. However, there are not many people anyway, and even if there is a fight, the casualties will not be too large. Besides, these guys are all mercenary teams. He can't afford to offend the high-level figures inside.

The three of them were just idle and ignoring what they could do. When they saw a group of people scolding each other full of gunpowder, they immediately started to fan the flames.

Allen: "Arguing and arguing are useless, you will be over after a fight."

Rooney: "Who says it's not? It's calling a strong man, not a slut who scolds the street."

Big Babylon had a stupid mouth, he hesitated and yelled for a long time: "Hit it, hit it fast."

The scar-faced man looked at the three of them unkindly, and said with a smirk, "Where did you two come from? Why haven't I seen you in the city?"

Allen pulled Rooney and Babylon back to the side, and said with a playful smile: "It doesn't matter who you are, we don't compete for places, just take a look."

The scar-faced man said disdainfully: "You guys are wise, or I will break your legs."

After finishing speaking, the scar-faced man's eyes lingered on Babylon the Great for a while, with a little fear in his eyes.

Big Babylon is more than two meters tall, wearing simple coarse clothes, with explosive muscles bulging high, and his arms are almost thicker than an adult's waist. Although he looks stupid, his eyes stare at A group of mercenaries circled around, and they didn't look like good men and women.

Allen and Rooney ignored him, and sat down slowly on the steps next to them, Anxin became the melon-eating crowd. Big Babylon wanted to go up and teach the scarred man a lesson, but when the chief and Rooney passed by, he had no choice but to Sat down disappointed.

A group of mercenaries began to scold each other again.

"What are you worried about?"

"Look at you!"

Rooney: "..."

Allen: "Is this not over yet?"

Seeing a group of people began to scold again and refused to do anything, the hot-tempered Rooney couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched his arms and said, "Boss, why don't I add fire, these guys are really talkative."

Allen nodded, and he couldn't stand it anymore, and he didn't forget to remind: "Don't expose it."

Rooney waved his hand and said, "Boss, don't worry, before I went to the southern parish, I was in the Mercenary Association of the Principality of Lothar."

Allen gave a thumbs up and was completely convinced. This guy's life is really colorful.

Big Babylon stood up impatiently, Allen nodded and said, "Be gentle, don't kill anyone."

Babylon the Great nodded excitedly, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

Looking at the group of mercenaries who started scolding each other again, Allen couldn't help feeling a little contemptuous.

Not to mention that mercenaries have a particularly bad temper, why are everyone so restrained.

If this were on the Great Wasteland, the two barbarians would have to fight for a conversation of at most ten words.

Rooney saw Alan nodding, walked over sideways, and said arrogantly: "I belong to the Lothel Holy Sword Corps, and everyone who is sensible will go away."

Babylon the Great didn't speak, and eagerly followed behind Rooney.

Seeing the two guys again, the scar-faced man walked over with a smirk and scolded: "Old guy, don't blame me for not having eyes..."

In the middle of the sentence, the front teeth of the scar-faced man flew out, and he was directly slapped to the ground by the big Babylon.

A group of people were taken aback, everyone scolded well, this is not yet a winner, why did someone do it.

Rooney didn't care about that, rushed over and started punching and kicking a large group of mercenaries.

Babylon the Great followed behind, kicking over a mercenary who was standing stupidly in front of him.

Seeing that Rooney started to attack, Allen didn't bother to move. A druid plus an elite barbarian warrior, bullying these mercenaries would be embarrassing.

But after watching for a while, Allen suddenly found that Rooney's attack method was somewhat familiar.

Crotch digging, throat locking, leg-catching tripping, swinging fists, whipping legs and so on are all used in a decent way, all of which are in the Sixteen Styles of Catching the Enemy.

Allen understood after watching it for a while.

The Druids have a very strong ability to learn and comprehend. Allen probably let Rooney see him every morning when he punched the enemy in the camp.

Seeing that Rooney was actually fighting with others with the moves in the Catch the Enemy Fist, Allen sat back on the steps and pointed out a few words from time to time.

"The whip leg uses the strength of the waist, yes, that's how it beats him to death."

"Press your elbows down, you can't use brute force, the joints are too tight, you have a fart when you use brute force."

"Back fall, butt push, yes, very good."

The heralds on the side looked dumbfounded.

I saw an old man in his 60s and [-]s in the field, wearing a light armor, beating a group of burly men like beating children to death.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the old guy beat all these mercenaries to the ground.

That stupid big man of more than two meters couldn't get in at all. From the beginning to the end, except for slapping the scar-faced man, he kicked an opponent over.

Apart from Rooney, who was still full of emotions, and Babylon, who was not enjoying himself, the ground was full of wailing mercenaries.

(End of this chapter)