Lord Roar

Chapter 359 The Son of God
The Sabak Imperial City, which finally paid attention to the Bloodhoof Tribe, was completely stunned in the face of piles of information about Allen.

Look at how many outrageous things this guy has done.

Overwhelmed the dragon army, robbed the largest business group in Lothel Principality, deceived the Holy See, defeated the lion tribe of the strongest tribe in the wasteland, offended the chief tribe, defeated the pagan crusade army of the Holy See, beat the sword Shengtai and the third-tier fire-type dragon, plus the Beamon Legion who took care of Mourinho.

As the top nobleman and lord of the Locke Kingdom, all the personal guards for the head of the Dragon Army were killed.

As a human race, he led a group of barbarians, and was robbed by the largest business group in the powerful country Lothel, and it was several times.

If you rob it, you can rob it, and the white wolf cheated a lot of strategic materials from the southern parish. As a result, the big chief tribe can't stand it anymore, so send someone to clean you up.

Who knew that this guy was a hob meat at all. Originally, you were a foreigner, and you didn't talk about being a human being with your tail between your legs. You even broke the legs of the most powerful tribe in the wasteland, the elite warriors of the Lion tribe.

Obviously he was running to make a living in the wild and ancient plains, but he dared to hang all the high-level leaders of the Great Chief tribe on a tree to show the public.

The tribe of great chiefs can't deal with you, but the southern diocese of the Holy See can always deal with you.

Facts have proved that this guy's combat effectiveness is significantly higher than his ability to cause trouble. The head of the Iron Cavalry Beast Legion died, the entire cavalry was wiped out, the pants of the fleeing infantry were stripped, the priest of the Holy Light Department in the southern parish was beaten into paralysis, and the archbishop in red Lando fled in despair.

Wild Ancient Plains, Southern Parish, this guy provoked everyone one by one, and then beat them up one by one.

Most people would think that they would be safe in this way. After all, there must be a limit to causing trouble.

It's a pity that everyone found out that he still underestimated him.

A group of big shots in Sabac already knew what happened later. Perhaps this guy felt that there was no opponent in the Great Wasteland, and he should offend a more powerful enemy.

Then Mourinho's legion lost troops and returned without success.

Everyone originally thought that this guy was helping the Holy See.

Unexpectedly, before this guy left, the gate of the Holy Light Castle was demolished, and the bricks and stones on the city wall were also taken away. It is said that he was beaten up by a group of temple paladins who came to help.

This fucker is simply a mad dog, who will bite whoever he sees.

As a lion prince, Simba had never seen any kind of troublemaker in Sabak Imperial City, and had never heard of any kind of hob meat, but he had never heard of someone like Alan.

Now that the Holy See Legion fought by the 30 Beamon Pioneer Army is retreating steadily, Simba asks himself, even if he faces a decisive battle with the four major legions, he will dare to give it a try.

But that Son of Chaos who had only met once, that face with a contemptuous smile made him deeply afraid.

Maybe the Bloodhoof Tribe has less than a thousand people, maybe Mourinho was careless in winning, but what happened to the [-] advance troops?

Isn't it just that the Sons of Chaos led a group of magicians and ran out of the Great Wasteland crying for their father and mother after being beaten by a hundred thousand Beamon orcs?

Anyone can dismiss the Bloodhoof and the Sons of Chaos, but not Simba.

Simba is waiting, waiting for the Bloodhoof Tribe and the Sons of Chaos to come to him. Only when the Bloodhoof Tribe and the Sons of Chaos are wiped out can the 30 vanguard troops walk on this wild ancient plain without any scruples.

Looking at Hurent, Simba asked, "It's been three days, and I haven't seen any harassment from barbarian warriors or cavalry from the two major legions in the past three days."

Hurent smiled and said: "As expected, if the major legions of the human race win some victories, they will definitely advance triumphantly. If they encounter setbacks, they will push each other and stagnate without discussing for a few days. I won't act rashly again."

"In your opinion, the fighting power of the barbarians in the wasteland is stronger than that of the soldiers of the Holy See?" Simba asked a tacit answer.

"Ordinary human soldiers are indeed no match for barbarians in the wilderness."

"Wilderness savages, what about my Bimon orcs?"

Hurent sneered, but didn't answer.

Simba waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, but it's okay to say, I'm not the kind of person like Rommel who doesn't listen to good words from foreigners."

Huron nodded, thought for a while and said: "Ordinary barbarian fighters, if they fight for their lives, attacking the pig fighters with the largest population base in Bimon with their bare hands, they can fight ten against one. If there are pig fighters offering sacrifices to help, the barbarians Soldiers are at most one against five, and if they face the main battle race of Beamon, such as the bear man Bell officer, in a one-on-one situation, they may have life and death for each other."

Simba thought thoughtfully, "Ordinary barbarian fighters? Then Hurent, let me ask you, what about those extraordinary barbarian fighters?"

"Your Excellency Simba, what do you mean?" Hurente knew what the other party meant.

Sure enough, Simba said with a half-smile, "Bloodhoof Tribe!"

With a bitter expression on his face, Hurent pondered for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "I don't know much about the Bloodhoof Tribe, let alone talk about the fighting power of the first tribe in the wasteland."

"Then since you can't compare, tell me what you know."

Hurent pondered for a moment, then said with a wry smile: "Based on what I know, the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe are as well-trained as a regular human army, and they even mastered various offensive and defensive formations with tacit understanding, and they are extremely skilled. It is even better than the regular legion of the Holy See."

Simba nodded. He knew this, but fortunately, among the [-] barbarians, only the Bloodhoof tribe was a special case.

Hurent continued: "Besides these, the more intuitive understanding is the use of external force, that is, equipment."

"Equipment?" Simba frowned. This is not only a shortcoming of the barbarians, but also a shortcoming of their Beamon.

Whether it is the Beamon territory or the wild ancient plain, there are no metal veins.

But Beamon can still be stronger, at least he can smuggle in some low-quality steel through the human business group.

"Yes, the equipment." Hurente said very tangled: "Although I have nothing to do with the Son of Chaos, I have to admire his approach."

"How to say?"

"The Bloodhoof tribe led by the Sons of Chaos has always adopted the development mode of fighting and raising wars. As far as I know, almost everyone in their camp wears armor, whether it is the tribal fighters who are in charge of fighting, or the short-lived second-line logistics personnel. People, the Bloodhoof Tribe is also the fastest fighting group to upgrade equipment that I know."

Simba said bitterly: "I am also aware of this point. The information on the Bloodhoof Tribe and the Sons of Chaos is also the fastest updated in the information database of the Sabak Imperial City. Almost every time the Bloodhoof Tribe goes to war, the equipment is As far as I know, their equipment has been updated to the third generation."

"Yes, the first-generation equipment of the Bloodhoof Tribe was mainly made of ordinary iron armor and rough blunt weapons, but when it was updated to the second generation, it obviously surpassed the standard equipment of the Human Race Legion. In addition to the full body armor of fine steel, the warriors have all kinds of heavy weapons, portable armor-piercing heavy crossbows, close-up short weapons, tower shields that can shoot barbs, etc. "

"A barbarian warrior of great strength, equipped with such excellent equipment, no wonder his record is so impressive."

Huron nodded, and murmured: "This is only the second generation, and the specific functions of the third generation equipment are not well understood, but it should only be slightly improved, and the appearance looks different. There should be little improvement. .”

"The first-generation and second-generation equipment you mentioned should have been eliminated by the Bloodhoof Tribe to the four major tribes. Even if they eliminated them, wearing them on ordinary barbarian fighters will greatly increase their combat effectiveness."

"However, no matter how powerful the Bloodhoof Tribe is, it will still not be able to play a big role in such a battle of nearly a million legions."

Simba refused to comment. The [-] advance army fled just recently, so he didn't dare to make a judgment.

Seeing that Simba didn't speak, Hurent changed the subject and said, "In less than half a day, we will arrive at the Great Chief's Tribe. After passing the Great Chief's Tribe, we will reach the hinterland of the Wild Ancient Plain. According to my analysis, next time Fight, either with the Great Chieftain, or we'll drive right into the Southern Diocese's sphere of influence."

"Why do you say that?"

Hurent took out a map of animal skins and handed it to Simba, and explained: "Although the Great Chief tribe is not in the hinterland of the barbaric ancient plains, for the [-] barbarians, it can be said that they are the political power center of the entire barbarian tribe. If the Grand Army doesn’t help, they will desperately resist us in the sphere of influence of the Great Chief’s tribe.”

"How sure are you?" Simba narrowed his eyes.

Hurent shrugged and said, "If it was before, I would be [-]% sure, but if it is now, it's only [-]%, or even less than [-]%."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's still because of the Bloodhoof tribe. After the Bloodhoof tribe rose up in the wilderness, the presence of the Great Chief tribe became less and less. If the Sons of Chaos came forward to persuade other tribes, the [-] barbarians might give up the Great Chief tribe. After all, now The barbarians of the wilderness have changed a lot."

"Then if we pass the Great Chief tribe, they will let us drive straight into the southern parish?"

Huron nodded and said: "The four major armies can't mobilize many troops. Seeing that they can't compete with the beasts of the Beamon war, they should choose to fight near the Fort of Holy Light. At least the terrain there is favorable for defense and unfavorable for attack, which can reduce their casualties. And consume our troops."

After Hurent finished speaking, he opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

Simba smiled and said: "Hulent, don't worry, the Beast Emperor has given me instructions. If it is true that you can pass through the chief's tribe unimpeded as you said, I will send troops to attack the beast forest. You must know, Bloodhoof The tribe is not only your life and death enemy, but also the thorn in our Bimon's side, the Bloodhoof tribe with a large number of teleportation crystals, for us Bimon, it is like a thorn in our back, we have to get rid of it!"

Hurent nodded heavily, and said excitedly: "If I can kill the Son of Chaos with my own hands, I am willing to take the lead for Beamon's army, no matter whether it is my Hurent family or the Grand Pope who is blocking Beamon, God will block and kill God, Even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

The ground dragon under Hurent's crotch may have sensed the emotional fluctuations of its master, and raised its head and uttered a cry in the air.

Hurrent, whose face was flushed from excitement, suddenly felt a surge of anger and blood, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Simba's confused face, Hurent forced a smile and said, "It's just a relapse of the old injury, it's fine."

Simba hummed and didn't care.

He knew that Hurent had suffered a holy light spell on his back last time before the advance army fled, but he didn't expect that he hadn't recovered yet.

However, Hurrent was suffering. Orpheus' holy light bullet hit his back and back, and he has been in unbearable pain.

It's not that kind of physical pain, but it's a pain that seems to come from the soul.

Before that, he didn't know that the gentle and slightly thin Holy Son Orpheus actually had the same level of cultivation as a holy light mage.

Under the arrangement of the Beast Emperor Beamon, the witch doctors in Sabak Imperial City tried their best to treat them, but in the end they were helpless. It was Hurent himself who forcibly damaged his fighting spirit and overdrawn his life essence. Suppress the holy light magic elements in the body.

Now on Hurent's must-kill list, in addition to Allen, there is another Orpheus.

Perhaps it was the Holy Father's obsession with Hurente. Hurente, who was at the forefront of the 30 vanguard, suddenly saw a familiar figure.

After a teleportation crystal hidden under the sand was activated, a teleportation gate was erected in an instant. Orpheus walked out with a dark moon panther, less than a thousand yards away from the Beamon orc army. Fearless.

(End of this chapter)