Lord Roar

Chapter 85 The Position of the Chief
After learning the news that Babylon the Great had cultivated Dou Qi, old Zach was so excited that he almost went straight there without having a cerebral hemorrhage.

Old Zack, who was full of tears, seemed to see the way out for the Bloodhoof tribe, and even saw the dawn of the revival of the barbarians.

He and Babylon the Great came to Alan to discuss something today, and the three of them were sitting in Alan's tent at this time.

Thinking of the changed camp and tribal fighters today, old Zach had an unconcealable joy on his face.

If it is said that in the Bloodhoof Tribe, the one who is most receptive to changes from the outside world, besides little Zack, is his father, old Zack.

Facing the threat of the Great Chief, the Beamon orcs and humans stared at each other, the barbarians and the Bloodhoof tribe are always in extremely dangerous situations, but old Zac has no choice, he is not a god, and he cannot order all the barbarians to unite Externally, even the Great Chief couldn't do it, let alone him.

Even a month ago, he couldn't solve the most basic food and drink problems of the tribal warriors.

Without the "chief" mantle, he's just an old barbarian warrior trying to protect his tribe and his family.

But it's different now. The tribe has Alan, a human being full of unconstrained ideas, and Dina, a born Titan bloodline, a mixed-race barbarian who completely suppresses the barbarian battle ring.

Especially Alan, he is different from the stubbornness and single-mindedness of Babylon the Great, from the ignorance of Little Zach, and even different from other tribal warriors who only know how to fight, drink and eat meat.

Old Zach felt that he had become more than ten years younger recently.

Arrangements for sentries, camp logistics management, food distribution, tribe repairs, etc., etc., Allen managed everything in an orderly manner, and he never worried about it, although he didn't worry much about it before.

The more he looked at Alan who was pulling out his ears, the more he liked him. He wished that he was really a barbarian born and bred in the wilderness, not a nobleman of the human race, but it didn't matter, anyway, this guy couldn't get along in human territory.

Noticing old Zack's gaze, Alan put his arms around his shoulders with a playful smile and said, "What's wrong, old Zack, why are you so happy? Did little Zack get pregnant by a girl in the tribe? You want to hug your grandson Already."

Seeing Alan with a distorted face, little Zach was not angry either, he and the rest of the tribe were used to it.

"If it's really like what you said, that's fine. Anyway, I'm also a useless old guy. It's not a problem to guide my grandson's combat skills if I have nothing to do." Old Zach said with a smile.

"Hey, what can I do? You are old and strong, you are definitely not old. Under your leadership, the Bloodhoof Tribe will definitely dominate the barbarians and dominate the Great Wasteland. When the time comes, kick the old coffin of the great chief off the stage. You will be a big one." Chief, then we are overthrowing Beamon, killing the Great Pope, and unifying the Saint Cassis continent, hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha, I love to hear that. I really hope that there will be such a day before I die." After finishing speaking, the old Zach continued with a little depression: "I don't have extravagant hopes for the great chief, I only hope that the Bloodhoof tribe, Even all the barbarians can no longer live in dire straits, even if they just rest and recuperate for a while, the barbarians have shed too much blood for hundreds of years."

Unexpectedly, the rough old Zack is still a master who cares about the country and the people. Hearing this, Alan couldn't continue joking, so he changed the subject and said: "Old Zack, let's not talk about this, your name today is What's the matter with me, just let little Zach tell me, there's no need for you to come in person."

Old Zach looked at Allen, which was also what he admired the most, which was different from other human beings in his impression.

He was the first to confront Cologne and Doof in the battle, took care of Zack, who was not related to him in the Warcraft Forest, and respected himself from the bottom of his heart in the tribe, because Dina gave up the noble life and fled to the world.

From these few things, it can be seen that Allen is a man who is fearless and strong, protects the weak, and respects the elders. Among the human race, such excellent qualities are really commendable.

Beneath his seemingly cynical appearance, there is the will of a truly strong man.

"I came here today with Babylon the Great because I want to discuss something with you and ask you what you mean."

"Hey, what are you talking about, old Zac, you said, I just take the tribe brothers to do it."

"No, no, no!" Old Zach interrupted Allen: "It's about you. The Bloodhoof tribe is in danger now. I can't do much for the tribe. I want to combine the position of Chieftain Bloodhoof with what it represents." Responsibilities are entrusted to you!"

"What?" Alan froze for a moment, then waved his hands again and again: "Don't make trouble, what can I do, play a little smart, come up with some tricks, and it's okay to take the brothers to beat them, not to mention there is no big deal." What about Babylon, I can't do it."

"No, Brother Allen, I have already discussed with the chief, and this is what I mean." Babylon the Great shook his head: "If it was before, the Great Chief tribe would distribute supplies every once in a while, the chief and my responsibilities It is to lead the tribal warriors to fight and defend their homeland. But now it is different from before. The tribe needs to develop independently, not just fighting blindly. In this case, a chief who can lead the tribe to change and develop is what we want Necessary. And too many things are not conducive to the improvement of my own strength."

Hearing that Babylon the Great used this as an excuse again, Allen was not in a hurry. To be honest, he never thought about being a leading brother. Strictly speaking, although he is not a member of the "human" camp in the San Cassis continent , but he is not a native barbarian either.

Although the brothers in the tribe have regarded him as a member of the big family, he is an outsider after all. Secondly, he and Dina have lived in the Bloodhoof tribe for more than a month. I can't agree, it's still unknown whether the tribal fighters can accept it.

Alan knew the worries of the two, and couldn't help being amused. So he was so important to the Bloodhoof Tribe?
"Your worry is completely superfluous. Since I chose the Bloodhoof Tribe, I, Allen, say the same thing today. I will be a member of the Bloodhoof Tribe from now on. This is my homeland. It is my duty to contribute to the tribe." After a pause, Seeing that the two did not give up, they continued to say: "Besides, I am not a native barbarian. To be honest, maybe one day I will have to go back to seek revenge on that Hurent guy. I can't pull all of them to come to the human race with me." Let's go wild on the ground."

Speaking of this, Allen himself laughed.

But after laughing for a long time, he realized that he was a bit cold, because the two looked at him seriously, and he couldn't continue to entertain himself.

Babylon the Great looked at him sincerely, and said seriously: "Brother Allen, you may not know that the chief of the tribe is elected publicly, and personal strength is only the most basic factor to measure the chief. pay."

"How long have I been here? What I have done is not worth mentioning. You two are too funny."

Old Zac continued to persuade: "The tribal fighters not only recognize you, but are more willing to listen to your words, but after all, you are not a chief. Now we want to lead the tribe to change and progress, and we cannot do without you. You don't have the title of chief. If the name is not right, the words will not be right."

Allen suddenly discovered that since the two of them read those human books snatched from the business group every day, their education level has improved significantly.

If it is about selecting outstanding cadres in the army or receiving awards for meritorious service, Allen will win three points even if he has no merit.

But now he is also in a dilemma, he is not a pushy person, he knows the saying that with great ability comes great responsibility.

And both he and his father and son understood that the position of chief doesn't just mean a lot of power. What rights do a small tribe with a few hundred people have? On the contrary, the responsibility is even greater.

Under the special family structure of barbarian tribes, it is not a little difficult to lead a group of guys full of brains to develop rapidly into a well-off society.

This is also the main reason for Allen's resignation.

"Why don't we? Let's gather all the people in the tribe and see what they want?" The big Babylon, who had always been simple and honest, showed a rare hint of cunning on his face.

But Allen didn't pay attention, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then said helplessly, "That's fine, let's see what everyone thinks, that's the only way to go."

His idea is very simple, just kidding, he is a foreigner, how could he pass the unanimous approval of everyone.

He didn't deny that his abilities were recognized by the tribal warriors, but after all, he couldn't erase the fundamental fact that he was not a wilderness barbarian.

If you change him, let him agree to an American as the chairman of Huaxia, he won't do it, isn't that nonsense.

Not to mention the difference in skin color, no matter how powerful and capable the Yankee is, he doesn't understand China's national conditions.

Depressed, Allen walked out of the tent with his head down. What he didn't know was that just like Yankees don't understand China's national conditions, as a foreigner, he also doesn't understand the "market" inside the barbarian tribe!
(End of this chapter)