Lord Roar

Chapter 577
After escaping from the danger of the Sunset Grand Canyon, the leaders of the Allied Army, like reform-through-labor prisoners waiting to be released, obediently waited for Allen's "reception" in the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Allen has been hanging them out for a day and a night, and even old Zach didn't show up during the period.

Now even fools know that the battle between the planes really cannot be separated from the Bloodhoof Tribe and Allen.

The Demon Plane is too powerful, with hellhounds overwhelming the sky, less powerful siege engines, but more powerful fel cannons, shielding the magic elements in the space, just like eating and drinking water.

The hellfire giants that fell from the sky, the unstoppable large-scale spells, the unheard-of energy weapons, etc., made many people finally experience the fear and helplessness when the Burning Legion invaded thousands of years ago.

Just like a cold weapon against a hot weapon, the gap is so big that it is impossible to resist.

And this is just one of the condemned legions under the Lich King's command, the devil knows how many housekeeping skills are still not shown in the demon plane.

Until now, people including Menrosa and Behemoth Beast Emperor have realized that the armed development of the Bloodhoof Tribe is exactly what the demon plane is using today.

St. Cassis's regular battles in the mainland are still using cavalry to charge, and magicians are the most primitive attack method.

Whether it is the charge of the hellhound of the demon plane or the charge of the beast of the blood hoof tribe, it is like a retreat, but the blood hoof tribe is more high-end, and the names of the beasts are more expensive. Protective armor and insidiously designed barbs can increase lethality while ensuring safety.

Besides, the fel cannons of the Demon Plane are similar to the magical cannonballs of the Bloodhoof Tribe, except that one is fired in a straight line and the other is thrown from the air. The magic barrel is easier to carry and assemble.

Finally, let’s talk about those hellfire giants that descended from the sky. These magical beings summoned by the Condemned Legion played a double blow of physics and elements after falling from the sky. The city walls, armor, and any defensive equipment were of no use at all.

The incendiary bombs thrown by the Griffon Airmen of the Bloodhoof Tribe are almost the same as this attack method. Strictly speaking, the attack efficiency is higher, but the former is a one-time attack. After falling to the ground, it becomes a ground attack. Troops, while the Bloodhoof tribe is a coordinated bombing by the air force, which is a little more high-end.

When Allen came to the open space of the tribe, a group of bigwigs were like frightened rabbits, chattering about the power of the Sin Legion of the Demon Plane.

Those great people, with their no longer arrogant expressions and upturned nostrils, and their pitiful appearance made Allen feel extremely sad.

If you win a battle, you can tell how vulnerable the demon plane is.

If you let others educate you, your morale will be completely lost.

While feeling extremely sad, Allen was also a little helpless.

Saint Cassis Continent is a low-magic plane. Although it is not as suitable for cultivation as the demon plane, the living environment is too comfortable.

Although the demon plane is a high demon plane and the success rate of element users is high, their living environment is full of natural disasters and man-made disasters, which also makes this multi-ethnic fusion civilization more tenacious and pioneering. He has never experienced the battle of the fall of Lordaeron, but just listening to the descriptions of Menrosa and others, he knows that the strategic vision, tactical use, and multi-army coordination of the Condemned Legion have far surpassed those of the natives of St. Cassis. Help mallets imagine.

But everything still has two sides after all. How Allen deployed the battle plan before, although he was supported by the Pope Menlosa and the Beast Emperor Caesar, after all, there were still many people who put forward different opinions. Most of them, Also with doubts.

It's all right now, everyone has experienced the narrow escape in Yuhui Grand Canyon, and they are sincerely aware of the gap between the two planes, and they dare not raise any different opinions or their own ideas at all.

"Shut up." Allen just said lightly, and everyone immediately stopped talking. If it had been the past, except for slapping the table hard or swearing, everyone would not be as honest as they are now.

Plane wars, fights, still have to be fought, but before that, Allen has a small problem to solve.

After patrolling the crowd, Allen frowned and looked at Menrosa and said, "His Majesty the Great Pope, where is Archbishop Pava in red, a high-ranking member of the Holy See?"

Menrosa raised his eyebrows, and secretly thought that the other party hadn't changed, thinking that this matter could be exposed.

Big Babylon, who was acting as a guard at the door, poked his huge head in and shouted, "Chief, that guy is not dead. I saw him in Sunset Grand Canyon."

"Hehe, where's the person?" Allen looked at Menrosa again, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Seeing Allen's reluctance, Menrosa bit the bullet and said: "Preside over the corresponding matters before the battle in the Holy Light Fort."

If it were someone else's words, Menrosa might have been killed long ago, but the archbishop in red is different, especially now that the Holy See has lost troops and generals, a holy light magician is very precious.

"Really?" Allen said with a half-smile: "If I asked the handsome old man to go to the Holy Light Castle to find him now, wouldn't this guy have already gone to other large parishes in the hinterland of the south?"

Menrosa was secretly ashamed and angry. This was the first time Allen had embarrassed him in public, and it was also the first time he had encountered something in his life.

Albert, the number one horse boy in Menrosa, was surprisingly silent.

In any case, Albert, as one of the two great holy ranks of the human race, even though he was in the Holy See, was thinking about the safety of the entire plane of Saint Cassis Continent.

Because of the accusations made by Cardinal Pava mixed with personal grievances, and because everyone present wanted to beat the Bloodhoof Tribe and Allen and other reasons, the result of the battle of Lordaeron, the Holy See or other forces , the strong master lost no less than [-]%, if Allen did not dare the Green Goblin to the North Coast Continent of the Demon Plane, then they would either be struck to death by the divine disaster, or they would be wiped out by the Legion of Condemnation. Any possibility of surviving, and the most terrifying thing is that the Saint Cassis Continent will become a lamb staying there, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Many people, including Albert, feel that the Bloodhoof Tribe should be given an explanation, not to mention that it is useless to count on Menrosa or the Beast Emperor Caesar, and if they want to wrestle with the Demon Plane, what else can they do? It had to rely on the help of the strong men of the Bloodhoof tribe, and even led the battle between the planes that was related to the life and death of the Saint Cassis continent.

Of course, Menrosa also has his own considerations. Originally, he wanted to talk to Allen in private. Even if he killed Pava, he would secretly hand him over to the other party. Sa's face will also cause panic among the high-level officials within the Holy See.

"That's all right, when will you hand over the person, and when will you talk to me." Allen smiled and said, "Although I don't know what he can talk to you with sticks."

Hearing what Alan said, everyone also understood that Alan was too disappointed with himself and others. He obviously had a good hand, but played extremely badly.

If the original plan had been followed, it would be impossible for the Condemned Legion to take Lordaeron so easily. Now that the demon plane is prepared, it is purely wishful thinking to go to the demon plane to carry out sneak attacks or become the main battlefield .

Beast Emperor Caesar pondered for a while, and smiled slightly: "Lord of the wasteland, the time is not waiting for me now, the demon army will definitely land on the Saint Cassis Continent, where is the location, how many people are there, and when, we are completely I don’t know, let’s delay like this.”

Beast Emperor Caesar said half of what he said, roughly meaning that although we did not do things right, but at such a critical juncture, you will be made a fool of yourself, and everyone is in the same trench, no matter what happened in the past, once the demons come You're not ready yet, and you Bloodhoof tribe can't stand alone.

"Do you know why our Bloodhoof tribe has never been defeated?" Alan smiled and said, "Because we never cooperate with idiots!"

The faces of everyone in the room turned green and then pale. Whether it was the two big bosses or the representatives of other forces, they looked a little ashamed and angry, but they dared not speak out.

"Well said!" With a hearty laugh, a thick-backed middle-aged man walked in.

Allen walked over quickly, pulled a stool for the middle-aged man to sit on, and said with surprise, "Father, why are you here?"

The person who came was Allen's cheap father, Claire, Grand Duke of the Locke Kingdom.

After sitting on the stool, Claire handed the cloak behind her to the clerk Yorkshire, looked around, and snapped his fingers.

I saw two vindictive fighters escorting an old man in a religious red robe and walking in.

Everyone took a closer look, and found that this unkempt, blood-stained old man was none other than Pava, the red-clothed Archbishop of the Holy See.

Menrosa's expression was uncertain, he tapped lightly on the table, and said in a cold tone: "Claire, Duke of Locke, do you dare to attack my high-ranking cardinal in the Holy See without permission?"

Claire smiled, shrugged indifferently, and said, "This old guy actually slandered my son. As Allen's old man, it's not bad that I didn't kill him directly."

The implication of Claire's words couldn't be clearer. Now he represents not the Kingdom of Locke, let alone the Grand Duke of the Human Race, but the simple father of Allen. If someone slanders his son, he must not just sit idly by.

Menrosa was at a loss for words for a moment, Claire was so rambunctious that he really couldn't say anything else.

"Father is mighty." Allen smiled, walked up to Pava whose eyes were almost out of focus, and asked with a smile: "Old bastard, don't you say that I am a spy of the demon clan? what to say?"

(End of this chapter)