Lord Roar

Chapter 399

I have to say that the Great Pope is really scheming, and he is also ready to spend his money.

Different from Hatchas's proposal, he also brought the Holy See's Flame Dragoon Legion along with him.

When he asked this sentence, the Pope didn't look at Claire, but at Allen.

This strange phenomenon made everyone look pensive, but Grand Duke Claire frowned and shook his head slightly at Allen.

Allen was misfired, why didn't he know that the Pope had set him up.

If only the second frontier army was terminated, Claire would definitely go crazy, not to mention whether Allen agrees or not, but if the Flame Dragoons also stayed and terminated, no one could say no.

He let his direct line troops wait to die together, no matter who they are, including their father and son, there is no way to blame them.

And the Pope just said that because he was determined that Allen was unwilling to let the second frontier army stay and wait for death.

Seeing that Allen didn't speak, the Pope waved his hand and said, "Everyone go to rest first, for the time being... Let's settle it first."

Everyone was a little baffled, why did everyone start to leave before a solution was discussed, but no one dared to question, looked at Allen thoughtfully, and walked towards the door.

After a group of human figures filed out and walked out of the gate, only Allen, the handsome old man, Albert, the Pope and Orpheus remained at the long table.

Even Archmage Downey and Hathas left with the crowd.

Hathaway glanced at Allen worriedly, showing concern.

The reason Allen didn't leave was because the Pope sent everyone away just to have something to say to him, and he also hoped to reach an agreement with the Pope.

Even if Orpheus didn't go to the tribe to find Allen, he didn't want to procrastinate any longer. Every second of delay, more human soldiers would lose their lives.

Sometimes, in large-scale cold weapon warfare, the number of deaths is much higher than in hot weapon warfare.

The Great Pope waved his hand and said, "Albert, Orpheus, you should leave too. I have something to say to Chief Bloodhoof alone."

Albert glanced at the handsome old man with taboo, and was dragged away by Orpheus hesitantly.

"Ben, have you recovered from your injuries?" Unexpectedly, after everyone left, the Pope looked at Conslet.

This is the name of the handsome old man, but Conslet is just a surname.

Allen saw the Pope calling the handsome old man by his first name, with a gossip on his face.

When he was in the Holy Mountain, Alan discovered that the relationship between the Pope and the handsome old man was unusual, but no matter how Alan asked before, the handsome old man ignored him.

Conslet threw the wand on the table like throwing trash, leaned his head on the backrest, put his feet on the long table like Allen, and said impatiently: "Ask the question!"

The Great Pope shook his head and said, "I... didn't do it on purpose. If I knew you were so strong, and even burned the essence of life to forcibly leapfrog, I would definitely not make a move."

Conslet snorted and didn't speak.

Allen was very curious. It is obvious that the handsome old man took the initiative to burn the essence of life to kill him. Why is the Pope still blaming himself so much?

The Great Pope couldn't help smiling wryly, but he wasn't angry either. He turned his head to look at the gossiping Allen, and said sternly, "How sure?"

Allen pretended to be dazed.

"I'm asking how sure you are that you can break the elemental shielding circle of Priest Beamon." The Pope asked again.

Allen still pretended not to understand.

He learned to be smart this time, he was not chasing business, so he volunteered and screwed up in the end, the Pope just happened to find himself venting his anger.

He's here to negotiate a deal, not to be taken advantage of.

Allen pretended to be stupid and remained silent, but Conslet said impatiently: "The Bloodhoof Tribe helped you break the elemental shielding circle of the sacrifice. How about you forget about the holy mountain?"

The Pope said to Allen in a cold tone: "The only reason you can still sit here now is because you are Chief Bloodhoof."

Allen understood what the other party meant. What the Great Pope meant was that the Bloodhoof Tribe now has unparalleled prestige in the Great Wasteland. The reason why the Great Pope didn't kill him now was because he was afraid that the barbarians would break the agreement with them.

However, Alan is not really afraid that the Pope will kill him, not to mention the intricate relationship between him and the Kingdom of Locke, the Principality of Lothar, and the tribe of the Great Chief. When the Pope was brought into the Bloodhoof Tribe, it was not certain who would live and who would die. The last time the Pope was in a mess, it was just because everyone didn't know the details of the other party.

Allen shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said with a sneer, "The Beamon orcs didn't go to the Fort of Holy Light in one go because I am Chief Bloodhoof!"

"Oh, really?" The Pope looked at Allen sneeringly and said, "Then tell me one more reason not to kill you."

Allen squinted his eyes at the Grand Pope, and asked in a little surprise: "Are you really ignorant or fake? Don't tell me you don't even have this bit of military common sense and analytical ability?"

The Great Pope didn't speak, he smiled half-smile, looking very unpredictable.

I don't know why, but the handsome old man talked a lot today, and he seemed to know the Pope very well. He laughed and said, "Men Rosa, he still has military capabilities? You let him talk about the scorching rack that burned the heretics." How many kinds there are, or how many rare treasures are donated by various forces every year, he must know, if you want to talk about commanding the army and analyzing the situation, you might as well ask that idiot Hatchas."

Even a layman like the handsome old man doesn't like Hathas. One can imagine how passive the major legions of the human race are today.

The Great Pope's face was a little ugly, and he no longer pretended to be profound, and he had a cold face and said nothing.

Allen knocked on the table, and said helplessly: "Forget it, for the sake of Orpheus, I will popularize it for you military blind."

After finishing speaking, Allen spread out the map on the long table, and drew a circle on several locations with the quill pen next to him.

The Great Pope snorted heavily, but he didn't stop Alan or make the next move.

"The army in the middle of Beamon has a lot of sacrificial power, and can establish an elemental shielding circle in a short period of time. That is to say, your magician is just a decoration now, and it is useless." Allen used a quill to draw The position of the army in the middle of Beamon was circled.

"You don't need to say that." The Pope looked impatient, but he looked at the map on the long table without blinking his eyes, waiting for Allen to continue.

No matter how hobgoblin or stinky Alan is in the eyes of the Great Pope, the opponent's military talent is obvious to all.

Whether it is the Holy See's cavalry beast army, or Mourinho's 30-strong army, or even the [-] advance army and the [-] vanguard army, they all suffered a big loss in the opponent's hands.

Those few classic battles have long been studied over and over again by the Holy See and major military academies of the human race as classic cases.

Allen didn't care either. He glanced at the Pope with a smile and continued: "Beamon's rear supply troops are almost inseparable from the Chinese army. As we all know, the Beamon Chinese army has the highest combat effectiveness and the strongest mobility. They With a large number of wolf cavalry and Bell bears, but they are advancing slowly at every step, do you know why?"

The Great Pope didn't respond, but the handsome old man said with a little interest, "Because you're afraid of sending crystals?"

"Yes, if the army's battle line is stretched too long, Priest Beamon will not be able to take care of all the orc warriors at all. He can only shrink and shrink the warriors, marching at the slowest speed to ensure the greatest safety."

"No matter how slow Beamon's marching speed is, he is still advancing, so the teleportation crystal of your Bloodhoof tribe is useless at all." The Great Pope sneered.

"Not now, but if it weren't for the fear of teleportation crystals, you wouldn't have so much free time to have a tea party in the Holy Light Castle." Allen said slowly: "The biggest function of teleportation crystals now is to deter! So invisibly , Because of the existence of our Bloodhoof tribe, or the existence of the teleportation crystal, the Beamon orcs dare not throw a mouse, so their advance speed is very slow."

Today, the handsome old man didn't know if he took the wrong medicine or something. He ranted against the Pope for a while, and demolished Allen's platform for a while, and asked impatiently: "It's useless for you to say so much, even a layman like me It can be seen that the three armies of Beamon take care of each other, the middle road is blocked, the two roads are encircled, the left and right roads are attacked, and the middle road supports. Now we should give up the tribe of the great chiefs, or give up the second army of Locke. What do you think of this battle? hit?"

Allen glanced at the handsome old man, and he understood that the other party was adding chips to himself.

The Pope also looked at Allen with a half-smile and said: "Since Ben, a layman, can understand it, Hatchas and I can understand it too. There are so many military generals in our allied army, and they are helpless now. You What else can I do?"

"Is there any way I don't say it? I'll tell you today, can you do without my Bloodhoof tribe?" After Allen finished speaking, he said arrogantly: "What does our tribe have? Except that it can deter orcs from rushing into the teleportation Crystals, and ranged catapults and siege engines, ranged weapons up to a thousand yards away."

The Great Pope said disdainfully: "It's a thousand yards away, but with the maneuverability of the Tusk Wolf Cavalry, they can rush over and destroy your so-called 'long-range attack weapon' in a short while."

"So how about using it with the teleportation crystal?" Allen asked rhetorically.

The Pope and Conslet looked at each other.

The combination of teleportation crystals and long-range attack weapons proposed by Allen is really insidious. As long as you estimate the marching route of the orcs, then send scouts to throw teleportation crystals all over the ground, hit a wave with a catapult and run away, and then repeat. It can continuously consume the vitality of the Beamon Army along the way.

The Great Pope pondered for a moment, and although his expression was still disdainful, he said in a serious tone: "Beamon's army of hundreds of thousands, even if the priests of Beamon and their magic pets don't stop them, there are only a few catapults and siege vehicles in your tribe." It’s just a drop in the bucket, not so much suppression as harassment.”

"I didn't say that a few siege vehicles can determine the direction of a battle." Allen said with a smile: "Let me talk about the third point. The Bloodhoof tribe is located in the beast forest. You don't need me to tell you. As long as the tree shepherd East waved his hand, hundreds of beasts would run into the portal to attack the Beamon army, no matter how powerful the Beamon war beast is, how many beasts can it deal with?"

Kangslaite nodded and said, "That's a good point. Although there are many kinds of behemoth Behemoth war beasts, most of them are huge and cumbersome. There are all kinds of beasts in the forest. Even medium-sized beasts are not a few of them. Mongolian warriors can contend, not to mention a large monster that is comparable in size to the Mongolian war monster."

The handsome old man sighed after he finished speaking. Although they were only ferocious beasts, they were all creatures after all, and whether it was him or other people in the tribe, they kept all the ferocious beasts in the forest as pets, and let them attack the Beamon army , or it may cause large-scale losses to the orcs, but it is no different from sending them to death.

Allen sat on the stool again, and said with a smile: "My esteemed Great Pope, my Bloodhoof Tribe has a large number of teleportation crystals, which can deter the Beamon orcs from rushing in, and bought you time. Advanced and cutting-edge long-range strike methods can continuously consume the vitality of the Beamon army, and there are thousands of beasts that can attack Beamon warriors and war beasts, not to mention you know that if you kill me, if you kill me, if [-] barbarians Turning against the enemy, can you, the Holy See and the human race, bear this risk? Not to mention that my father is still the commander-in-chief of the Legion of the Locke Kingdom, so you say, is my Bloodhoof tribe important?"

The Great Pope was silent for a while, and finally nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)