Lord Roar

Chapter 73 For the Glory of the Great Chief
Old Zack and some barbarian fighters with quicker brains have understood it until now.

They also just figured out why they didn't just go up and lay down these cunning humans, but instead talked with each other for a long time in the name of the great chief.

It turned out to be an embarrassment to the great chief. I believe that even if the prince of the Principality of Lothar really sent an envoy to question the great chief, the tribe of the great chief would not be able to tell. It cannot be said that there is a tribe that does not listen to their orders and specializes in robbing your human business. Group it.

In that case, the tribute that the human business group gave to the great chief might as well be used to hire more warrior guards. Anyway, people don't listen to the great chief's words, so they should be robbed anyway.

"Sure enough, human beings are famous for their cunning." Old Zach quietly gave Allen a thumbs up and said secretly: "Humans are indeed full of bad water and pus."

A copycat barbarian who was yelling at him didn't know that he had been assigned to the "bad oozing human" side by old Zack.

"Hand over the goods on your merchant group's carriage, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood." Allen said with a roguish face and continued: "Why don't I take the brothers and beat you until you hand over all the goods."

The veins on Cologne's forehead are throbbing, what is it?This is simply blatant extortion and robbery. Is there any law in the Great Wasteland?

Although he is only the head of the guard, he is not in charge of the transaction and does not know what the transaction is.

After such a long journey, it seemed that they were about to step out of the great wasteland, but more than 100 barbarians jumped out, and they opened their mouths to swallow all the goods?
Then how do our group of guards go back to work?Who is responsible for lost goods?
If you just want some gold coins or food, in order to avoid conflicts, Cologne can decide on his own and distribute some daily necessities to them. After all, for the sake of the overall situation, I believe the prince will not blame himself.

But what if you really go back empty-handed?Cologne didn't dare to think about it anymore, His Excellency the Prince is not a merciful master, it's hard to say whether he and the guards can save their lives.

Looking at Cologne, whose face was cloudy and uncertain, he had already poured dirty water on the great chief anyway, and Alan didn't bother to talk nonsense, and shouted with a grinning grin: "Brothers, these cunning humans don't want to face, so we have to do that." Do it yourself!"

Like the old whores who waited outside the Dongguan bathing center for a morning to open for business, the tribal warriors who had been holding back for a long time rushed towards the human business group screaming.

The human warriors next to Cologne quickly picked up their small round shields and prepared to defend against the enemy. The guards who had already prepared for battle at the rear, seeing that the conflict was inevitable, had no choice but to pick up the guys, stepped on their horses and rushed up.

"Damn!" Allen slapped his head, what's the matter, all the people rushing over?What about the reserves?What about the formation?What about the alternation of combat levels?
So disorganized, so undisciplined.

Is this how barbarians fight against their enemies?No wonder they can't always beat humans and Beamon orcs.

After thinking about it, he didn't stay idle, he rushed up immediately, and while running, he drew out the improvised weapon he made from behind.

Allen has always believed in the saying that if a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tool, so he built this simple "mace" as early as in the camp.

Originally, he wanted to use the painting dragon halberd, but later he was afraid that his identity would be exposed and the Holy See would come to make trouble for him.

The name "Alan" is too common, there are at least seven or eight people with this name in the Great Wasteland, but there is probably only one painting dragon halberd with weird shapes in the whole continent, so he dare not use it.

"Mace" is made of a 1.5-meter-long solid totem pole.

I heard from little Zack that this totem pole has been around for many years and is hard. It is a religious instrument used by the old prophet to cast spells. After the old prophet passed away, this totem pole has been thrown away.

The root of the totem pole is wrapped with three circles of vine grass, which is easy to hold, and the top is smashed into dozens of "blade sword" fragments of the ridged sword tiger by Allen with a stone.

Later, Allen found more than a dozen rusty long nails in the corners of the tribe, and smashed them directly into the totem pole, with only the rusty tips of the nails exposed.

For Alan's insidious mace, other tribal warriors despise him. Babylon the Great told him that the barbarians think their fists are the best weapons, and hard muscles are the best armor. Only cunning Humans only wear armor and hold weapons.

Allen, who heard this sentence, looked disdainful and refused to comment. He had already equated the behavior of a barbarian with a fool in his heart. Don't slap your face with a swollen face and pretend to be a fat man. Being poor means being poor, and it also involves faith up.

Allen, who took the lead, held a mace, shouted "for the glory of the great chief", kicked over a warrior holding a round shield, and rushed into the defensive circle of the merchant group.

Other barbarian warriors followed suit, shouting "for the glory of the great chief" like a tiger joining a flock of sheep, and rushed into the crowd.

As a great human swordsman who has cultivated fighting spirit, Cologne is not afraid of barbarians with infinite strength. To deal with such muscular and simple-haired opponents, as long as they don't fight close to each other, relying on their advantages such as speed and agility, they only need to look for One-hit kills when given the chance.

But not all the guard warriors cultivated fighting spirit or possessed excellent combat skills. Most of the guard warriors, besides holding a small round shield with both hands as a defensive posture, just hid behind the shield and shot arrows.

The human warriors behind the buckler picked up short bows and crossbow arrows and threw them randomly at the barbarians. Anyway, there were so many barbarians that they could shoot with their eyes closed.

Different from the standard longbows and crossbows of the regular army, the weak arrows and crossbow arrows, for the barbarian warriors with semi-petrified skin, as long as they don't hit the eyes and heart, with their excellent Recovery ability, even if other parts are shot by arrows, it will not affect the combat effectiveness at all.

A collective charge, against the sky full of arrows and crossbow bolts, the tribal warriors rushed to the merchant group's shield players in the blink of an eye.

For the Bloodhoof tribe, the small round shield held up by humans was only a little bigger than their own palms. They didn't bother to bother, so they raised their big feet one by one, and kicked over the small round shield.

On the battlefield, the sound of "boom, boom, boom" was heard endlessly. It was the sound of a barbarian's fifty-yard foot kicking a small buckler.

And the human guards behind the small round shield were even worse, as long as they got kicked, they would all be a butt, sitting on the ground and drawing back two or three meters.

The height of most human warriors is only about 1.7 meters, and the shortest tribal warrior is more than [-] meters tall. , Another kick kicked away.

The shield array was broken, and the bow and crossbow couldn't do any damage. The rest of the guard warriors had to pick up all kinds of weapons, with a generous expression on their faces, and prepared to fight naked with these strong and outrageous barbarians.

On the other hand, Allen didn't beat the dog in the water in front of other fighters, but directly focused on the chief guard of the merchant group, the great swordsman Cologne.

It has to be said that the noble fighting qualities and fighting beliefs of the barbarian fighters made Allen very speechless. The tribal fighters deliberately bypassed the two, leaving enough space for them to duel one-on-one.

In their eyes, bullying the few with more is shameful, and the barbarian warriors disdain to bully the few with more.

Allen held a mace and looked at Cologne in full body armor.

This kind of armor like an iron can really can't hurt the opponent with ordinary sharp weapons.

Alan, who didn't know what to do, was suddenly taken aback, and saw a faint white light flashing from the armor like an iron can.

Allen didn't expect that a small business group actually had a fighting spirit fighter, and judging by the fighting spirit light, he was still a second-level fighting spirit fighter.

This reminds me of Thackeray, the earl who is like a joker.

Seeing Alan's slight daze, Cologne keenly seized the opportunity, and slashed at Alan with a vertical sword.

Allen waved the mace with his left hand to block the big sword grid, and countless fragments of the sword on the mace were blown away.

Allen, who had the advantage of long hands and long feet, also raised his big feet, and ran over to Cologne's chest.
"Fuck you, uncle." At the same time, he swung his arms round, pointed his mouth at Cologne's face, and then disappeared.

The visor was made of pig iron, which made his palm ache from the shock, but Cologne was not much better, and Alan kicked him out of his pneumothorax at all.

Before he could catch the breath he was holding in his chest, his face, which was covered with a visor, ached as if it was being burned, and he sat on the ground with a crooked body.

Allen, who knocked Cologne to the ground with one mouthful, picked up the mace and put a stick in his pocket.

If it doesn't knock you to death, it will also shock you to death.

Cologne, who was sitting on the ground, raised his sword horizontally, blocking the mace.

Allen took two steps back from the shock, and was stunned for a moment. He knew how strong he was. At that moment, normally speaking, if the opponent was able to make defensive moves with weapons in time, at least he would be hit by him. Smash it back.

But the moment the mace and the sword came into contact, a circle of real light appeared on the sword, and the light on the opponent's armor seemed to be concentrated on the sword.

At that critical moment just now, if he hadn't transferred his whole body's fighting spirit to the big sword, he would have been cut to death by a stick.

Allen didn't expect that a second-level battle qi fighter could use the battle qi so well. He had never seen this level in Hurent and Thackeray.

Swinging his palm, Allen didn't attack again, but instead held the mace upside down and looked at Cologne with a playful face.

Seeing that the battle had begun to show a one-sided situation, he was not in a hurry to fight the opponent.

Allen didn't care too much, he almost figured out how much Cologne was, and if he was ruthless and under the blessing of Longli, killing Cologne would be a matter of two sticks.

(End of this chapter)