Lord Roar

Chapter 82

Many tribesmen who returned to the tent did not fall asleep as usual, but used their unthinking brains to keep thinking about what Allen said just now.

Is glory and inner vanity really worth the lives of so many people?
Many tribal warriors tossed and turned with this question, unable to figure out why.

But some guys with a little more active brains, such as Little Zack and Big Babylon, didn't take Alan's words seriously at all. The reason is very simple. It's useless to think so much. So much useless research.

When Alan walked out of the tent after waking up the next day, he found that many tribal fighters who had been heartless every day showed sullen expressions for the first time today.

Of course he knew the reason, but he was happy to see the result. It seemed that what he said yesterday touched them deeply.

Hey, I'm blind if I don't become an instructor. Thinking of this, Allen hummed a ditty.

From time to time, Alan shook his head again when he saw a few tribal fighters wrestling with their upper body bare.

Strong muscles are their armor?Hands are their most advantageous weapon?

For barbarian warriors, this view can be said to have been their fighting style and belief from birth to the present.

But in Allen's eyes, the fighting style and concept of barbarian warriors are both proud and respectable, but also very stupid.

This can be seen from the fact that they will not attack unarmed human warriors and captives who have surrendered, but because of this, they have suffered countless bloody losses.

Now, Allen, who already regards himself as a member of the Bloodhoof tribe, feels that the barbarian warriors have learned enough lessons, and it is time to make changes, and let the opponents learn the lesson.

But having said that, it is unrealistic to ask them to give up this ridiculous concept and change it immediately, only step by step.

But right now, it's important to deal with the matter at hand first.

Allen strolled to the tents where the human captives were. A few tribal fighters who were acting as guards sat cross-legged on the ground, shaking sleepily.

Since building a large podium and wooden bench yesterday, he really couldn't think of any other work for these human captives. After careful consideration and with the permission of old Zack, he decided to let it go. the poor captives.

When Allen announced that they were going to be freed, the first thought of each of the sallow-faced and skinny human warriors was unbelievable. After a while, after confirming that they were not playing tricks on them, the human captives burst into tears. Savage really keeps its promises.

Endless labor, getting up to work before dawn, working against strong winds and yellow sand until dark, finally going to sleep, and worrying about being called up at any time to continue working overtime.

Thinking of these hellish days, the prisoners wished they could sing a song.

Under Allen's arrangement, each captive got a day's rations, lined up, and walked out of the tribe in an orderly manner. Didn't some people look back at this camp full of painful memories.

"Remember to go back and tell your fellow clansmen of the Principality of Lothar that if you are not obedient, you will donate another [-] gold coins and [-] Warcraft crystal cores to the great chief. The human business group will come and our heroic barbarian warriors will grab it once." Allen Lin Lin Before leaving, I didn't forget to pour dirty water on the chief.

"Hey, what a group of hardworking coolies." Allen muttered to himself looking at the crowd that had slowly disappeared into the yellow sand.

Brothers Babylon the Great and Zac the Little came to his side talking and laughing.

Little Zach looked heartless as always, and said with a smile: "Brother Allen, my father said that you want me to learn martial arts and fighting spirit from human warriors, right?"

Allen looked at the dirty little Zach, stretched out his hand and rubbed the other's head with a doting expression, and said to this barbarian who looked like his own brother: "Well, yes, little Zach, how can you Work hard, the future of the Bloodhoof tribe depends entirely on you."

The reason why Allen didn't rush to let the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe learn together is precisely because, as Cologne said, grudges can't be cultivated overnight. Although ordinary tribe warriors don't learn martial arts and battle skills, they can learn it in daily life. The exercise of muscles and strength never fails.

He didn't want to put the cart before the horse, and most importantly, he felt that with the elm heads of most barbarian warriors, it was impossible to be smarter than ordinary humans. If the threshold of fighting spirit was really so low and easy to learn, human soldiers would have already added fighting spirit to their bodies. , unified the Saint Cassis continent.

Allen explained a few words briefly, and sent the two of them to find Cologne.

After agreeing to Allen and accepting a Warcraft crystal nucleus with a smile, Cologne is ready to stay in Shajiabang. Just now, he did not leave the tribe with the escort of other business groups, but moved into a relatively comfortable tent. waiting.

He wasn't in a hurry, after all, he hadn't received all the rewards yet, and he was thinking about the remaining two monster crystal cores day and night, wishing that the barbarians were all fighting spirit geniuses, and he would get paid and leave sooner.

Apart from Cologne, there was Du Fu, a high-level water magician, who did not leave with the escort of the human business group.

Du Fu, who lives in the center of the three major animal pens, has settled down to live like a pig every day after the initial tangle and struggle.

At this time, Du Fu was bragging to the two tribal fighters who were guarding him.

"Let me tell you two, gently grasping the waist of the elf beauty, oh, it tastes like water is coming out of the skin." Du Fu's face was intoxicated, as if he had really touched the elf beauty.

As for the two tribal warriors sitting on the ground next to them, one of them was fascinated by what he heard, and with a face full of saliva, he asked yearningly: "Is the skin of the elf girls really so tender?"

"Cut, why don't you two be barbarians who haven't seen the world." Du Fu said with a look of contempt: "It's not just the skin that is tender, there is more water underneath, hahahaha." After finishing speaking, he showed a look that you understand look.

Another barbarian warrior waved his hand impatiently and said: "I said Old Dufu, why do I think that elf girls who fall down when the wind blows are not good, like our barbarian girls, they are as big as a millstone The buttocks are delicious, and the thick waist, if you pinch it hard, the fat on the waist will become oily, how delicious it is."

Allen, who had just walked into the tent, happened to hear what the three of them said, and wondered why this human mage was acting like the old butler Lacey?All magicians have this quality.

In my impression, magicians are not all the most rigorous atheists, each one is knowledgeable and talented.

Dou Fu is so knowledgeable and talented?
If he hadn't seen Du Fu use magic power to float into the air and use water magic to sneak attack him, he really doubted that this wretched old man in front of him was more like a senior old hooligan than a human magician.

(End of this chapter)