Lord Roar

Chapter 414 Magic element blockage
After entering the Grand Duke's military tent, Claire sat down on the stool bravely and asked seriously, "What are your plans for the future?"

Allen poured a glass of water for Daddy Cheap and handed it over, spread his hands and said, "I don't have any plans, let's take a step at a time, father, what advice do you have?"

Claire laughed loudly and said: "Your boy is now calling the wind and rain in the Great Wasteland, and it is not a matter of giving advice, but now the withdrawal of the major legions of the human race is a foregone conclusion, and the four major legions staying at the Fort of Holy Light are just pretending, I believe the Great Pope Beamon will be convinced. After all, facing the fleeing orcs, he did not kill him. Beamon Beast Emperor Caesar believes that he will make the right decision. As for the demons, although the Holy See has no definite news, the Pope will They should send someone to the rift in the plane to find out."

Looking at Allen, who was listening attentively, Claire suppressed her smile, narrowed her eyes and said, "As for the Bloodhoof tribe under your command, why don't you replace it with the Great Chief tribe!"

Allen replied with a wry smile: "It's easier said than done. Besides, I really don't have such plans. Even if Manstein handed over the position of great chief, I would refuse."

Seeing the puzzled expression of Daddy Cheap, Allen explained: "The barbarians in the wasteland are weak, and outsiders only see the toughness and combat effectiveness of the barbarian fighters, but they don't know how difficult it is to feed these [-] mouths. "

Claire nodded and sighed: "It's just that I didn't think carefully. The barbarians can not only fight, but also eat. The most important thing is that they are too poor. After what you said, I think the great chieftain of the barbarians, Manstein, is very good." difficult."

"Who says it's not? It's hard for this old guy. The wasteland on the Great Wasteland is not conducive to farming and grazing. For these barbarians, food and drink are indispensable. I guess this old guy Manstein wants my bloodhoof tribe to be big The Chieftains took their place."

Claire glanced at Alan thoughtfully, and said leisurely: "After the war between the two tribes, the barbarians and our human race have also formed a fighting friendship. Eighty thousand barbarians are not many, Alan, if If you can convince the Great Chief tribe to let them live in the Kingdom of Locke, it will be of great benefit to both the barbarians and the Kingdom of Locke."

After listening to Allen, he frowned and smiled wryly.

How could he not understand Daddy Cheap's subtext? On the barren ancient plain, there are hundreds of tribes, large and small, claiming [-] barbarians. It's no problem for these [-] barbarian warriors to beat up a dozen or twenty human soldiers. For thousands of years, whether it is the Beamon orcs or the human races, why don't they want to win over the natural warriors of the barbarians, but the barbarians would rather be harmed by the two major forces every day than leave the Great Wasteland, because they have too much concept of their homeland, and He is deeply wary of foreigners.

Moreover, the bigwigs of the great chief tribes of the past dynasties are not stupid. It is easy to talk about moving to the territory of Bimon or the hinterland on the south side, but after the past, it is inevitable that they will be assimilated and incorporated, and may even change their beliefs. It is unacceptable for barbarians.

Allen knew that Daddy Cheap's proposal was indeed a win-win situation, but if he didn't have a deep understanding of this race, he didn't know how stubborn the barbarians were.

Sighing, Allen said bluntly: "Basically it is impossible. In the past, the Beamon orcs tried it, and the Holy See also tried it, but now the barbarians are different and still live in the ancient wilderness as a nail house, father, you Just don't think about it."

Claire stroked the beard stubble on his chin, and said with a half-smile: "The past is the past, and now is the present. In the past, the barbarians and the human races never fought side by side. Now, there is you, a man with great prestige in the wilderness." Chief Bloodhoof, if you don’t try, how will you know it’s impossible.”

Allen sighed, knowing that he couldn't convince Daddy Cheap, he spread his hands, expressing that he couldn't help.

Claire didn't want to force Allen, so she suddenly asked, "What does the Lord of the Wasteland mean? It is said that all tribes now call you the Lord of the Wasteland."

"Hey, it's a false name." Allen explained with a smile: "Just like your Locke Shield, it's all a false name and has no real power."

Claire smiled, "Is it a false name? Without this false name, I would not be in charge of all the military power of the Locke Kingdom. Sometimes, don't underestimate this false name."

Seeing that the cheap old man started pointing again, Allen said helplessly: "Okay, my lord father, let's not talk about this matter, I have to go back to the camp, the blood lion prince and a group of captive priests are still here." It’s tied up in the camp, and the Pope still wants it for me, so I’ll have to sell it for a good price.”

As soon as the words fell, Allen's stomach started to turn upside down again. Since he drank the bowl of Tatar's herbal medicine before, the ancient magic elemental shield did not appear.

"Not feeling well?" Claire asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Allen rubbed his stomach and said, "Father, I will come to see you again in a while, and I have to go back to find Tatar's magic stick to settle accounts. I always feel that my body is not right."

Claire nodded and said: "Go, anyway, you have teleportation crystals, it's easy to come to Holy Light Fortress, I will stay for a few more days, you can come to me at any time."

Allen smiled, turned and left the coach's tent.

After seeing Allen leave, Claire slapped her thigh and said to herself: "It's broken, I forgot to talk about the business again."

After returning to the camp, Alan's face was flushed as if he had drunk alcohol, and his eyes were still glowing green.

The soldiers in the camp were training. A large group of priests captured from Bimona and the blood lion prince were tied up in a row, surrounded by the three big beasts of the tribe. Allen wanted to go there, but his stomach hurt. No, I took a casual look, everything in the camp is normal, a large group of barbarian women are there to maintain the equipment of the soldiers.

Allen suddenly realized that he actually felt that this group of barbarian old ladies with big arms and round waists looked pretty.

"Fuck! What did that bastard Tatar give me to drink?" Allen rushed into his stone house, took off his clothes and went straight into the big water tank, immersing his whole body in the cold well water, Only then did the body feel a little better.

"Di... Big Babylon!" Allen, who was shrunk in the water tank with only his head exposed, yelled outside the house.

Babylon the Great rushed into the house in a hurry and said, "What's the matter with the chief?"

"Go! Go to the tribe of the great chief and find it for that old magic stick in Tatar."

"What's the matter with you, chief?" Babylon the Great looked bewildered, and was about to look into the water tank with his head stretched out.

Allen raised his hand and jumped into the water, and shouted angrily: "Go! I have a problem with his herbal medicine!"

Babylon the Great ran out again in a hurry and forgot to close the door.

A lot of blisters popped out of the water tank, and Xiao Tutu got his head out of the water tank, giggling happily.

Alan didn't care too much, grabbed the little Tutu and blocked his crotch. After jumping out of the water tank and closing the door, he jumped back into the water tank.

"Damn it, what exactly did this old magic stick give me?" Allen didn't suspect that Tatar poisoned him. After all, the Bloodhoof tribe is now not only in the Great Wasteland, but also the territory of the entire human race, which is very important. status, and now the barbarians are inseparable from the Bloodhoof tribe, and they dare not harm themselves with the help of Tatar's eight guts.

Originally, Allen didn't trust Tatar, the old magic stick. The reason why he drank the bowl of herbs was because the other party was studying ancient magic elements with Hathaway day and night.

After the ancient magical elemental shield disappeared, he believed in Tatar's evil as soon as his heart softened. As a result, after drinking the bowl of black herbal medicine, he began to hiccup and have stomach troubles since the morning. Like a small stove, now the well water in the water tank has obviously started to heat up, and it's starting to smoke. Xiao Tutu jumped out with a face of displeasure, shook off the water stains on his body, and ran out to play by himself.

A few beast elves happened to pass by Alan's stone house, laughing and laughing all the way.

Hearing the silver bell-like laughter of the beast elves, Allen felt itchy and awkward.

Immediately afterwards, a group of old barbarian women passed by outside Allen's house.

Hearing the barbell-like voices of these old ladies, Allen regained his composure.

Allen waited and waited, hoped and hoped, the big Babylon finally came back, and was caught by Tatar like a chicken.

Allen stood up from the water tank with a clatter and yelled, "What the hell are you feeding me? Why do I see a bunch of barbarian old ladies with good looks?"

Tatar's eyes lit up, and he hurried over and said, "Have you responded?"

Allen looked down at his crotch, didn't he react, the reaction was too big.

Looking back, I was wrong. Such a 'big' reaction has nothing to do with ancient magic elements. Allen asked sideways, "What are you feeding me?"

"Bone-selling grass, lover's sand, the blood essence of guinea fowl in estrus, and the animal whip medicinal wine prepared by the Great Prophet."

If Allen hadn't been naked, he would have jumped out of the water tank and punched Tatar.

What kind of fucking names are these, are they related to ancient magic elements?
And as soon as you hear it, you know it's not a serious thing, and so many messy things are mixed, what is it if it's not an aphrodisiac?
"I asked the Prophet of the Great Chief's Tribe that the ancient magical elements are flooding the Great Wasteland, and they can be said to be everywhere." Tatar stared at Allen's crotch and said: "This magical element is endless in the body and integrated into you. Your body and blood, the only possibility that you can't use the shield is that the magic power in your body is blocked."

Allen was confused.

Tatar looked at Allen seriously and said, "There are only two ways to unblock the blockage."

"What can be done?"

"Either bloodletting, or ejaculation!"

"I know bloodletting, what the hell does ejaculation mean?" Allen put on an animal skin blanket, with a very exciting expression, and asked in a low voice, "You old thing, you don't mean to let me"

Tatar glanced at Alan, smiled, and said wretchedly: "It's... the blood essence of the heart, which is the life essence of the element user."

"Damn! Don't worry, hard work is hard work. Why are you so wretched." After scolding Allen, he was also a little embarrassed. If he didn't believe in Tatar, he felt like he had taken an aphrodisiac, so it was no way to go on like this.

But if you believe it, you have to stab yourself, and you still have to stab at a vital place. If you miss it, you will die, and it will be embarrassing.

The holy mountain has been fought, the orcs have been beaten, and the sword master has been kicked. Such a big battle has been experienced. Don't be dumbfounded when you die in your own hands.

Seeing Alan's depressed face, Tatar said very seriously: "There is another way, and that is to have sex with a woman!"

"It's up to you, Mom!" Allen rolled his eyes and said, "You should have a wretched face when you say that, okay?"

Babylon the Great nodded in agreement, this old magic stick, said such a shameful thing, he still has a straight face!
(End of this chapter)