Lord Roar

Chapter 413
Seeing that as soon as the Pope left, the hall of the Holy Father looked like a vegetable market again, and everyone obviously ignored the existence of Orpheus.

Allen walked over and asked, "What's the matter, can't you control the situation?"

Orpheus shook slightly, with a helpless expression on his face, and said: "I am different from my father. I don't want to be a holy son sitting on the altar, or a god who worships on the altar for the rest of his life."

Allen showed a slight smile and asked, "The Holy Son and the Great Pope, of course they have to sit on the altar, what do you think?"

"No." Orpheus looked at Allen and said seriously: "I want to be a true religious leader, not to be feared, but to be respected and convinced from the heart. What the Holy Father wants to spread is not only Blood and fire."

"It's not easy to handle. Generally, as a leader, you must maintain a sense of mystery and deterrence. How can you do it without killing people, hehe."

Orpheus sighed slightly, and he didn't know what Allen said, but he still showed a slightly disappointed expression.

Since Allen talked with the Pope about the demons, the Pope had a long talk with Orpheus all night.

How to unite all the races on the mainland, how to establish credibility without losing the prestige of the Holy See, etc. In the end, this arduous task fell on the shoulders of Orpheus. To put it bluntly, Orpheus became a public relations officer.

Step down from the altar, break into the grassroots, and go deep into the group. .

Basically, this is the twelve-character policy that Allen taught the Grand Pope, and then the Grand Pope taught it to Orpheus, who looked unclear.

Seeing the admiration on his son's face, Pope Menrosa did not explain the specific source of the twelve-character policy, and enjoyed the taste of being a smart father.

That's why Orpheus came to today's meeting to help Hathas wipe his ass, of course he also wiped his father's ass, and then bought people's hearts and so on.

Allen came here on purpose to support Orpheus, or whoever is free is not watching the long legs in the camp, and ran here to join in the fun with a bunch of big guys.

After all, these human generals are all murderous generals. Although they are afraid of the Holy See and the Great Pope, they seem to respect the holy son of Orpheus, but they can't help but look down on him in his heart. After all, Orpheus There is still a touch of fluff hanging on Si's mouth.

"Fuck it, shut up for me!" Allen suddenly roared, and slapped the table in front of Orpheus.

The many generals of the human race who were talking about it were taken aback, and Orpheus was also taken aback. I don't know what kind of nerve this guy is going to get.

Orpheus rubbed the center of his brows helplessly, but he looked at Allen with a trace of gratitude, at least everyone's attention was finally shifted.

Allen glanced at the crowd and said, "I'm here today to ask for an account. Our Bloodhoof Tribe doesn't care how much the Holy See exempts from religious taxes. Before, our tribe lent the teleportation crystal to the Holy See, and the Holy See lent it to you. Listen to me, Who cares that our tribe borrowed the teleportation crystal, and returned it to me today. A teleportation crystal costs [-] gold coins. It looks good, wait, the price is doubled, if it is broken or ruined, just wipe your neck and hang yourself, Lao Tzu's blood hoof tribe is not a living bastard."

"Ah?" A group of human generals were dumbfounded. No wonder the Bloodhoof tribe took the initiative to borrow the teleportation crystal from the Holy See knowing that Beamon had an element shielding circle. The Holy See has cheated them. It is true that the teleportation crystal is extremely precious, but it is too expensive, and it is still a usage fee.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Alan grinned grimly and said: "One yard is one yard, fighting friendship is fighting friendship, and buying and selling are buying and selling. I'm in a good mood today, but if you don't give money, you walk out of this door today, and tomorrow I will give you money." Take the soldiers to the door to ask for the bill."

A group of human generals are in a bad mood, because they believe that Chief Bloodhoof will definitely do what he says. After all, this guy has a criminal record, and he only takes advantage and does not suffer. Whoever wants him to suffer will have to pay the price in blood.

Lompard, as the head of the Wind of the Wild Hunt, had previously borrowed nearly 100 yuan to send crystals while licking his face. Now that he was asking for more money, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood from a relapse, and asked weakly: "What? , Your Excellency Allen, in order to prepare for the griffins, in addition to the major dioceses, I also seconded nearly a hundred of them from several major garrison regiments in the Principality of Lothar, because, for this reason, the teleportation crystals were used."

Allen touched his chin and said, "Oh, yes, then I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Lompard: "Eight...fold?"

Allen didn't continue to talk to Lompard, looked around the crowd and said: "I don't have time to delay with you, send the crystal, and use the fee, you give it to Orpheus, the Lord Son, he said about it Forget it, this war between the two clans is led by the Holy See, I also lent those teleportation crystals to the Holy Son, you can return them to him, and he will collect the money for me."

Everyone looked at Orpheus in unison, with a bitter look on their faces, and began to prepare for their acting skills and cry for poverty.

Allen thought for a while, and felt that he was privately called the great lord by the barbarian warriors. He should not only think about his wealth, but also consider the barbarians, which happened to solve Orpheus' difficulties.

Thinking of doing it, Allen shouted: "By the way, you are all here today. I want to ask you something, the training method of the griffin, the method of refining the burning bottle, the dragon scale full body armor with extremely high resistance, and the long-range catapult. And the design drawings of the siege equipment, do you want anything? Of course, I am selling, not giving away."

"Yes!" A group of human generals pounced on Alan with red eyes like hungry wolves, and none of them were ready to cry poorly.

Hathaway frowned slightly, and saw that even Lompard was limping towards Allen, looked at her mentor and whispered worriedly: "Teacher, these are the blood hoof tribes based on the mainland." Basically, brother Allen, he acted like this, why?"

Archmage Downey patted the back of Hathaway's hand with a smile, and said with emotion: "This little guy, old man, I really read it right. He seems to be treacherous and takes advantage of everything, but in fact he has a strong heart. He is selfless, Fearless, fearless! Really good."

Hathaway rolled her eyes. She believed that Allen was fearless and fearless. After all, this guy was the first person who dared to hit the holy mountain. There is really no one in the whole continent who is not afraid of death than him, but he has to say Selfless, others don't know, she has never seen anyone more philistine than Allen.

Seeing that Hathaway didn't care, Archmage Downey taught earnestly: "Ver, your eyes are still on the mainland of St. Cassis and even the Principality of Lotter, but Alan, he has already seen Hathaway. To the distance and the future."

"Like demons?"

"Yes." Archmage Downey nodded and said, "These people want, they want the bloodhoof tribe's griffin training methods, burning bottles and other secret weapons to strengthen the military strength of their own forces, and Ai Lun, he wants to send it because he wants to strengthen the military strength of the entire St. Cassis continent."

Hathaway suddenly realized, and looked at Allen who was bargaining with everyone without blinking, smiling.

"Come one by one, who the fuck touch me?" Allen was cornered by a group of human generals. These guys looked like wild cats seeing fish, their eyes glowing red.

Just now I heard that the usage fee for a teleportation crystal is [-], and the frowning ones can pretend to be poorer than the other, but when Alan said that he could sell those blueprints and refining methods, one was richer than the other.

There were a few legion leaders who were not dealing with their forces, and they asked Allen to make a price at will, as long as they didn't sell to the other party, and they quarreled on the spot.

But it's not surprising when you think about it. The military power mastered by the Bloodhoof Tribe has completely surpassed their current imaginable limit. War will always be the main theme on the San Cassis Continent. Whoever can master advanced military weapons will win It can dominate the direction of a war, and the Bloodhoof tribe has proved this eternal truth time and time again.

Although multi-arms joint operations and air force bombing can be understood at a glance, after all, they are generals who lead troops, but they understand it, the main reason is that the hardware can't keep up.

Dwarves are easy to deal with. Those things are all over the street. You can buy a few at any blacksmith shop. Maybe you can buy one and get one free. Griffons are also easy to deal with flying beasts. The problem is that there is no burning bottle.

What are you throwing, throwing stones?It can't fly, it's still burning after all. The way to refine the liquid in the bottle is the most critical.

Besides, those catapults and siege equipment, everyone understands the principle, and their own forces also have such long-range attack equipment. The problem is that compared with the bloodhoof tribe, they are like children's toys, and the range is not enough. The range and attack power are not on the same level either.

There are many geometers, but for the wild dwarves, there are more than 50 in the bloodhoof tribe on the southern side of the entire continent, and there is nowhere to catch them unless they are not afraid of death and run to the border of Beamon.

The group of dragon scale full body armor dare not ask extravagantly, one is that it is not very useful, it belongs to individual equipment, don't even think about it, fools know that this kind of thing can't be produced too much, and besides, they are not fighting spirit Soldiers, it's useless to ask for it.

Of course, the main reason is that they are not stupid. After a little thought, you can see where the bloodhoof tribe’s dragon-scale full-body armor is obtained. But let them wear this thing, forget it, it's too hateful, if you wear it on the front foot, the dragon clan will come to kill their whole family on the back foot.

Allen took the trouble, arched his shoulders and shouted to a group of human generals in front of him: "Don't fucking bother me, go find your holy son Orpheus, he is fully responsible for the external affairs of the Bloodhoof Tribe."

After finishing speaking, Allen walked out of the Holy Father's Hall with eight steps, and winked at his cheap daddy before leaving.

Orpheus only had time to glance at Alan's back gratefully, and after only one glance, he was overwhelmed by a group of human generals with red eyes.

The father and son walked towards the camp where the second front army was stationed. After seeing Allen, all the soldiers of the second front army gave Claire a military salute perfunctorily and shouted impatiently: "Second young master is mighty, second young master Invincible" and other words, Allen smiled casually, and these soldiers seemed to have won so much honor.

"Heh, you're the same now!" Claire said with a half-smile, "I asked you to go to the Sentinel County because I was afraid of causing trouble in King Locke City, but you, a kid, can really make a fuss."

Allen opened his mouth, shook his head and smiled wryly.

After time travel, this is the first time that I have had close contact with Daddy Cheap. If I say I have no feelings for Claire, after all, the other party regards me as his own son and considers him everywhere, but if I say I have feelings, I haven't seen him many times. Next time, I still occupy the magpie's nest.

Allen glanced at Claire, and suddenly found that his cheap father, the Grand Duke of Locke, the war god of the human race, was actually a little old. Although he looked energetic, his gray hair , and the slightly rickety back suddenly made Allen feel a little sad.

Allen suddenly thought of how sad the Grand Duke of Locke, who is next to him, would be so sad if one day he really knew that his own son had already "died".

Taking a deep look at Claire again, Allen suddenly felt that having a father is actually quite good, and after merging the memories, the scenes with Claire and the Duchess when he was young, one after another, as if he was on the scene. , I can also feel Claire and the Duke's deep love for me.

"Why, you are not willing to listen to a few words from you as a father?" Claire sneered, "Don't think that I won't dare to beat you when you grow up."

Allen, whose mentality was slowly changing, said with a hippie smile: "How can you, what are you talking about, don't say a few words when you are a father, even if you beat me twice, isn't that also natural and righteous, mainly you I have no choice but to."

"Hahahahaha." Claire burst into hearty laughter. After laughing for a while, he looked at Allen and said seriously: "I, Claire, don't care if you are the feared Chief Bloodhoof or any unwarranted confusion. Son, no matter how many people you have offended or killed, in my eyes, you are the stupid son of my Grand Duke Clare! Remember, if one day, everyone in the whole continent shouts and beats you, your father and your mother, I will always be your backing, and the door of the Duke's Mansion will always be open for you."

"Well!" Allen nodded heavily and said: "Don't worry, one day you can't get along in the Locke Kingdom, come to me, and I will take care of you."

"Damn it, it's time for me to make up." Claire raised her hand with a smile, and was about to slap Allen on the head hard, but her arm suddenly settled there, sighed and shook her head and said, "I can't beat it, I can't beat it Now, you have countless strong men under your command, warriors as brave as tigers, and you are no longer that useless baron who asked me to wipe your ass with tears in your eyes, you, you live better than me, and live more freely."

(End of this chapter)