Lord Roar

Chapter 70

Standing on the temporary wooden platform, old Zach looked at the groups of inexplicable barbarian warriors below, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Once upon a time, I was the chief of a tribe of thousands of people, but since the battle with the human pagan crusade, the elite warriors of the tribe suffered heavy losses, and my battle guardian beast "Ash" also fell. They are full, not warm enough to wear, and fear every day. They are always afraid that the great chief tribe will send fighters from other tribes to attack.

But it's different now, what kind of "hero tribe" is that special, should heroes have enough food and clothing?Should Heroes fall prey to the Warchief's tribe?Should heroes drink northwest wind?

Can a barbarian who can't eat enough and can't afford to use his fist protect his own people and maintain his glory?

Now old Zack has figured it out. Anyway, he has already offended the Great Chief tribe to death. The two sides have long been on opposite sides. If it is not for the lack of strength, he would like to lead his soldiers into the Great Chief tribe to ask for an explanation.

Now, they are not fighting for the barbarians in the wasteland, but only for their own homeland, for the "Bloodhoof Tribe".

"Children!" Old Zack Zack yelled loudly, "Shut up and listen to me."

The majesty of the old chieftain of the tribe remained, and the tribesmen under the stage closed their mouths and looked at the chieftain on the stage.

"Seeing the coming of the cold winter moon, the tribe has nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and the newborn children lack clothes and food." Old Zach looked at the restless clansmen below and continued to shout: " We have come to today, isn't it all because of the great chief tribe who looked at us with cold eyes, cut off our rations, and didn't say hello to the surrounding tribes and refused to help us?"

"Yeah, those nobles shouldn't have fought for them in the first place."

"We are the ones who lost, and we are the ones who suffer from cold and hunger now."

"Not fair, not fair. The chief took us to seek an explanation."

"If this continues, the newborn children will not be able to survive the cold winter months."

"I haven't eaten meat for several days, so I can't go on like this."

The audience below was excited.

Bloodhoof Zac also became more and more angry: "The grandma of the nobles in my day."

All the barbarian warriors: "Grandma Rita!"

Bloodhoof Zack: "These maggots have their hearts covered with Sharo animal oil."

All the barbarian warriors: "Maggots who have been deceived!!!"

Bloodhoof Zack: "Curse them for having babies without asses.

All the barbarian warriors: "No butt!"

Allen was watching from the side, holding his head in his hands. Damn, this is not a mobilization before the station, is this a group of cursing?

Dina looked at her second young master speechlessly, and she found that since she came to the Bloodhoof tribe, the second young master has never disliked her for being stupid.

Looking at Bloodhoof Zach, whose face was getting more and more flushed, Allen was afraid that if he had a cerebral thrombosis or something, he would suddenly get sick and convulse.

Little Zach also felt that things had deviated from the script, and kept winking at his father.

Old Zach noticed his son's color, and then he remembered what he was here for.

In the past, when I led the soldiers under my command to the battlefield, I just went straight up and did it, so there were so many detours.

But there is no way, this matter was brought up by Allen. I heard from him that the soldiers need to "transform" and can no longer take the "cold" route. Reduce the repulsion and unnecessary sacrifices of soldiers.

Instead of facing the battle head-on, they used sneak attacks and black hands, which completely violated the fighting style of the barbarian fighters and their inner understanding of the battle. Allen felt that the necessary pre-war mobilization was indispensable.

But I'm not good at it either. Old Zach felt that this was too embarrassing for himself. Barbarians generally believe in the principle of being able to move and never talking.

In a hurry, old Zach pointed at Allen and said, "Children, let our new warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe, Brother Allen, tell you about that, that battle, the battle deployment. Ah, the plan."

Allen saw that this was to drive ducks to the shelves, so he had no choice but to climb up the wooden platform, looked at the simple and honest faces below, rolled a trumpet flower with his hands and shouted: "Brothers, brothers of the Bloodhoof Tribe."

Everyone looked at Alan in bewilderment.

"Let's not talk about the bastards of the Great Chief Tribe, let alone those despicable humans, let me ask you, how long has it been since you ate meat?"

There were really a few barbarian warriors who counted with their fingers: "One day, two days, three days, three days..."

Allen felt that this gang of rams was really serious, rolled his eyes and continued to shout: "How long have you not eaten meat? How long have you not drunk? Why? Why is our Bloodhoof tribe, the most brave and fearless, the most capable blood for war?" The elite warriors of the Hoof Tribe, why don’t we have meat to eat? Can we raise our fists without meat? Are we able to move the girls? Why don’t we have good wine to drink? Without good wine, how can we get the girls drunk and let us do it? "

Under the stage, there were really a group of female family members of the barbarian warriors, and they blushed for a while, thinking that Allen on the stage was really not ashamed.

Allen also noticed that there were several female savages in the audience who were as tall as blind bears, covering their ears and Nini squeezed them, and his eyes were turning blue. Compared with these old tribal women, Dina was still It's like a stunning beauty.

"Why are the maggots hiding behind us in the Great Chief tribe, they enjoy human beauties, eat meat every day, and drink in big bowls?"

"Yeah, why?" The more the tribal fighters listened, the more angry they became. The brothers fought before and after every day, but now they are drinking northwest wind every day.

Seeing the excitement of the tribal fighters, Allen felt that the fire was almost ready: "Fucking day, tonight, I will take you to grab meat, wine, food, clothing, and use. Grab everything you can, will you follow me?"

Tribal Warrior: "Grab! Grab! Grab!"

Allen: "Well, all the warriors of the tribe are dispatched today and follow me to grab."

Many tribal fighters reacted and couldn't help asking: "Who is it?"

"Fuck!" Allen shouted: "Who are you talking about robbing? Robbing the human business group!"

Tribal Warrior: "But the Great Chief tribe ordered that it is forbidden to harass the human business groups walking on the wasteland?"

Allen: "Whose territory is the Great Wasteland?"

Tribal Warrior: "Ours?"

Allen: "Nonsense, someone is on our site, bringing fine wine, food, and mountains of gold and silver, dangling in front of your eyes every day, and you just watch? Just because those bastards who betrayed you don't allow it?"

The warriors of the tribe couldn't help showing confusion or thinking, yes, we have broken away from the command and dispatch of the chief tribe, and they have also cut off supplies, why should we listen to them?

Allen added another stern tone: "Boys? Are you scared? So it resounded through the Bloodhoof tribe on the Great Wasteland, so the so-called elite fighters are like this? You don't go, I and your chief, There are still Big Babylon and Little Zack, and you just huddle in the tent and wait for Lao Tzu to bring you back food and drink."

"Fart, who said that we are afraid, we will rob it today, let's see what the nobles of the great chief's tribe can do!"

"What can they do, come and fuck them assholes."

"Snatch them, fuck them, you bastards."

"But human business groups have magicians, especially in the cold winter moon, there will be many accompanying magicians in human business groups to prevent accidents."

It's not that barbarian warriors are afraid of human magicians. Their inherent thinking makes them hesitate. What is a magician?The monstrous flames and the huge waves tens of feet high are all things that human magicians can do with a wave of their hands.

"Damn it." Alan's hawk-like eyes slowly swept across all the barbarian warriors, and he roared, "I just want to ask you something? Magician, can the knife go in? Can it be killed?"

The blood of the barbarian warriors was boiling.

"Why not, kill them!"

"Yes, kill them!"

"Take their food and drink, and kill those magicians."

Allen nodded at Bloodhoof Zach, and his goal was achieved.

In the morning of Great Babylon, he rode the skinny saber tiger that was already starving, and found out that a small human caravan would pass by the Bloodhoof tribe tonight, and head to the south of the wasteland forty miles away from the tribe. On the side, and at that place, there happened to be a Grand Canyon.

Whether the Bloodhoof tribe can grow up, and whether Alan can develop, depends on tonight.

Dina quietly walked to Alan's side, and said with some hesitation: "Second Young Master, I remember that the business groups going to and from the wasteland seem to all start from the outpost county."

"What's wrong?"

"Will you meet someone we know?"

Allen felt a little pain in his back molars. He remembered hearing Yorkshire say that the business groups in Outpost County seemed to be covered by his cheap father, the Grand Duke Clare.

(End of this chapter)