Lord Roar

Chapter 415 Helpless Allen

Three old men.

A muscular man who is two meters tall and has a particularly violent feature.

An old god stick with gray hair and wretched face, his small eyes are full of brilliance.

An unlucky ghost with green eyes and a pillar on his hips, with a bitter look on his face.

Babylon the Great stays here to watch the fun and never leaves.

He doesn't understand any ancient magic elements, Tatar herbs, or internal magic blockages. He just wants to know who his chief finally decides to sleep with, and see if he can sleep.

As for Tatar, he has his own little calculations. As long as Chief Bloodhoof can have a barbarian woman as his wife, everything will be justified. After all, no matter how powerful the Bloodhoof tribe is, Chief Allen is also a human race.

Alan is the victim, there is no way, after taking Tatar's herbal medicine, the ancient magic power elements in the body started to work, and the side effects of the problem were also very strong, and his mind was full of cryptic thoughts.

If it wasn't for the fact that the ancient magic power in his body had really started to circulate slowly, he would have already slammed at Tatar, the old magic stick.

Tatar: "Why don't I go back to the Great Chief's tribe and keep my daughter knocked out and bring you here?"

Allen: "Go away!"

Babylon the Great: "Why don't you find my sister, at least they belong to the same tribe, and the fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields!"

Allen: "Go away too!"

The three of them sat at the table frowning, Allen scratched back and forth like ants all over his body, and scolded Tatar for being unreliable.

However, although Allen scolded badly, he could obviously feel a slight fluctuation of the ancient magic elements in his body. In the final analysis, those herbs played a role, but the side effects were too 'big'.

Babylon the Great was watching the fun, and refused to leave.

Since Allen crossed over, except for taking advantage of Giselle and Janna while taking advantage of the strength of alcohol, he has never touched a woman. Even Hathaway took the initiative to throw herself into her arms with a respectful attitude. Of the many beauties in the Hoof Tribe, Alan is at most just taking advantage of his mouth, not because he is brave, but mainly because he is not too greedy.

Now Tatar's herbal medicine has taken effect, and Allen's moral bottom line is getting lower and lower. Now, looking at a bunch of barbarian old ladies, they all have good looks.

He didn't dare to go out of the house, afraid of doing something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Oh, I can be regarded as a hero now anyway. It's not a big deal if you really want to sleep with a woman, right?" Allen began to find reasons for himself, and he knew from the tone that he lacked confidence and felt weak.

Tatar urged from the side: "You are the hero of our barbarians, as long as you open your mouth, I will call you ten or eight barbarian women, okay?"

Today's Tatar is no longer as short-sighted as it used to be. The Bloodhoof tribe is now the signboard of all barbarians. Even the Great Chief tribe and the four major tribes have gained a lot of benefits in vain following Allen, and the future development of the barbarians and the mainland The status of the tribe is closely related to the Bloodhoof tribe. To put it bluntly, the tribe of the great chief will be gone if it is gone. At worst, it will be like hundreds of years ago.

But the Bloodhoof Tribe cannot be lost. It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

Now all the elite warriors of the tribe, as long as the weather is good or Allen is in a good mood, they can easily obtain a battle guardian beast, let alone those half-grown barbarian children who enter the magic tower of the Bloodhoof tribe to learn magic and fighting spirit .

And there is the golden signboard of the Bloodhoof Tribe. Whether it is a Beamon orc business group or a human caravan, as long as they set foot on the Great Wasteland, they must pay a fee as a protection fee. If you block you in the wilderness, it’s okay if you don’t pay, but if you swallow the goods, you will be caught and exchanged for ransom in the future.

Let alone Tatar now, all the barbarians, none of them are completely convinced by Allen and regarded as a role model idol.

The name of the great lord of the wasteland has already been spread, and anyone who dares to find fault in the wasteland will have trouble with the bloodhoof tribe.

The only fly in the ointment is Alan's identity. No matter how powerful the Bloodhoof tribe is, the chief Alan is a foreigner.

But this is not impossible to solve. If you can have a real relationship with a female barbarian, then everything will not be a problem.

There are countless masters in the Bloodhoof tribe, and the warriors only listen to Allen alone. For the tribe of the great chief, they are all birds.

All the high-level officials in the Great Chief's tribe are afraid that Allen will go out to cause trouble every day. This guy will go deep into the enemy's rear and lick blood at every turn. But as long as there are pure barbarian descendants, this guy will die in battle tomorrow or return to the territory of the human race. All the barbarians don't have to worry about the bloodhoof tribe falling apart.

Seeing Tatar working as a prostitute there, Allen rolled his eyes and said: "Pull it, I have no luck with my small body, especially your daughter, don't think I haven't seen it, she doesn't look as good as the wilderness bear. "

Tatar didn't take it seriously, and filled the fire again and said: "As long as you leave a barbarian blood, your title of great lord of the wasteland can be settled, and it is recognized by the chief tribe! Chief Bloodhoof doesn't sound like a barbarian lord!" The lord sounds imposing, doesn't he?"

Allen ignored him, if I don't sleep, you barbarian girls are not heroes of the wilderness?Wouldn't it be invincible to fight all over the wasteland?Isn't he the great lord of the wild ancient plain?

Isn't this nonsense? With his current status and record, he still needs to rely on marriage?

Besides, is it good to marry with other human powers, not [-] times stronger than your daughter?It looks like a fucking placenta.

Big Babylon didn't have as much thoughtfulness as Tatar, so he came up with an idea and suggested: "Chief, I think Princess Hathaway is good, the old blind blind dragon can see that she likes you, or I can discuss with her to sleep with you for a night." ?”

"Are you stupid?" Allen scolded angrily: "Why don't you discuss letting her sleep with me for the night? Did I sleep with Princess Hathaway? I fucking slept with Lotter For the face of the principality, whether I admit it or not, Mr. Downey will definitely bring the Wild Hunting Legion to kill him the next day, believe it or not? Then you will help me take the blame?"

But thinking of Hathaway's gorgeous face and tall figure, Allen not only fell into the fantasy of being in public, but drooled.

"Oh, yes, the main reason is that I can't beat Archmage Downey, so Princess Hathaway should forget it." The Great Babylon rubbed the back of his head and suggested again: "Princess Janna, chief, you are such a big man, and you just happen to be with her." The family is right, and besides, all the people who have fallen know that you two flirt with each other every day."

Allen's eyes lit up. The idiot Babylon is right. A Giselle and a Janna. I have been in contact with these two girls for the longest time, and the relationship between them is far beyond the scope of friendship.

It would be a lie to say that Allen has no feelings for Janna. After all, they have been together for almost half a year. This little girl has a good figure and a gentle, dignified and generous personality. The two have always been flirting with each other as Babylon said , but did not break through the last line of defense.

It's a pity that Janna is all about restoring the country and seeking revenge from Black Jack, and Alan has never had a chance to kiss Fangze. She doesn't know whether her parents are dead or alive, and the political power has not been taken away, so she licks her big face again Looking for someone to talk about love, isn't that a scumbag?

"How about it, chief? How about I discuss it with her and let her come to you after washing?"

Allen kicked the big Babylon fiercely, and Dayi said sternly: "Why did something become so nasty after it got into your mouth? I am looking for someone to unblock the ancient magical elements in my body, not Nima's bath center. Miss"

Tatar rolled his eyes, the ancient magic power element in his body was blocked, just put some blood on it, and he said that it was you who had a bad idea to find a reason.

Babylon the Great rubbed his calf, grinned and said, "Chief, you have so many things to do, you can't do this or that, except for a bunch of old women in our tribe, only Tilda and my sister are left. Then, these two girls You pick one."

"Your sister? Let's get it, don't say anything else, just your sister's looks, she looks too much like you, I'm afraid there will be shadows in my heart, and if you don't tell me, I always thought she was your younger brother!" After Allen finished talking awkwardly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a loud voice: "But Tilda... Hehe, the question is, can people be happy?"

"I definitely don't like it. They are here to seek asylum. It would be great if they can help us fight, and you are not a prostitute. How can I fall in love with you." Big Babylon said with a look of disgust: "Chief, it's not my big brother." Babylon said you, look at you, not to mention the scars all over your body, what kind of monsters are tattooed on your body, and you have a bad temper, you beat and kill at every turn, I am a woman and I don’t even like you.”

Allen didn't bother to hit Babylon anymore, and propped his chin with both hands and said: "I've wasted my time on you idiots, and now I don't even have a wife, shit!"

As soon as Alan finished speaking, Xiao Tutu jumped in from the outside, and got into Alan's fur scarf with a terrified expression.

Giselle, with a face full of sweat, rushed in rashly, and asked excitedly, "Hey, little Tutu, where are you hiding, you guys?"

In the middle of speaking, Giselle looked suspiciously at the three people present, and finally focused on Alan and said: "What are you doing here, Alan, why don't you wear clothes?"

Seeing Giselle barge in, Tatar sighed, God, it seems that my daughter is out of business.

Just now, in order to persuade Allen to let his own daughter "sacrifice", he deliberately did not mention Giselle, a female chief with pure blood of the barbarians. Who knows, it was a coincidence that he stayed in the Dark Moon Tribe Giselle, I actually returned to the Bloodhoof Tribe today.

And the whole Great Wasteland knows that Giselle and Allen, a couple of dogs, are eyeing each other every day. Who knows if the uncooked rice has already been cooked.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, Tatar kicked the big Babylon lightly, signaling to leave together and stop being a light bulb here.

Big Babylon winked at Allen, grabbed Tutu from Allen's crotch, and followed Tatar out of the stone house.

Giselle, with a puzzled expression on her face, looked at Allen with bright eyes.

Allen felt a little guilty when he was looked at by these big pure eyes, and suddenly he covered his chest and said, "Ah... oh... I'm hurt, brother Alan."

Giselle looked suspiciously at Alan's high crotch, and said with a sneer, "If you want a woman, you say you want a woman, and you say you are injured. Alan, why are you becoming as hypocritical as those human races now!"

Allen's face turned red, and just as he was about to explain, the horned python crawled in from the window, yelling, "You say you don't want it, but your body is still very honest, quack quack quack!"

"Damn, who the hell taught him this." Allen grabbed the horned python's horn and threw it out.

As a result, Alan's animal skin apron around his waist fell to the ground because of his excessive movements.

Allen was so embarrassed that he picked it up and explained with a flushed face: "It's all the fault of that old bastard Tatar, who gave me a lot of aphrodisiacs to drink. Brother, I am a decent person, but the situation is critical now."

Giselle smiled, and it was still a very charming smile, which made Allen drooling without knowing it.

"Then will you marry me?" Giselle walked over, hooking Allen's shoulders with her hands, her eyes were tender.

"I...marry!"

With a "crash", Giselle tore off the animal skin apron from Allen's waist, pushed Allen onto the bed brutally, and straddled Allen's waist.

(End of this chapter)