Lord Roar

Chapter 88
"I rely on your uncle, how many times do I have to tell you, you must be steady, you must be steady, you idiots." Alan's roar sounded from time to time in the tribal camp.

At this time, he was holding a wooden shield that was half a person's height, stepping on the blood rage battle ring, bumping into dozens of tribal warriors who were also wearing wooden shields and turned their backs.

"Fucking formation, put up the wooden shield." Standing beside him, Kelong yelled at a group of tribal warriors with anger on his face: "What about the formation, does the phalanx understand?"

"It's not fair, the chief is stepping on the blood rage battle ring, and the brothers can't stand it at all." The aggrieved Big Babylon said, pointing to the complacent Allen.

"Cut, you don't care about me." Allen threw away the wooden shield in his hand, walked over swayingly, raised his fingers and slapped the big Baron Lun on the forehead: "You idiot, what if you are a human heavy knight? What about Beamon orcs? Who cares if you are fair or not."

"But, but we"

"But your mother is a big watermelon." Allen shouted at the other tribal fighters onlookers: "Continue practicing for me, and practice with another person. When Cologne nodded, when will you rest and have dinner?"

Colon is also putting on airs next to him: "Have you heard that? Not only do you learn formation defense, but you also learn to attack. Use your advantages to rush into the local camp, obey the command, cut and penetrate effectively, instead of relying on your instincts to mess around." Fight on your own, understand?"

"Yes! We understand." The tribal fighters bowed their heads and returned to the team to continue training.

Cologne has never felt so good, what the fuck is this?Is this fucking me, Kron, a little human swordsman, training a bunch of savages?Which human strategist and legion leader doesn't want to have such a group of strong and powerful barbarian warriors under his command?
Although these barbarians will definitely not be fighting for themselves in the future, it feels great to think about it, not to mention that I still have three Warcraft crystal nuclei as rewards.

"How about it? I'll be your instructor for this group of tribal fighters? Don't give up, are you happy?" Alan asked teasingly.

"Unyielding is unyielding." Cologne said with a sense of accomplishment: "Of course it's cool, it's cool."

"You're not a bastard, you can turn it over as soon as you say it." After Allen scolded, he wandered around looking for something to do, ignoring the extremely depressed tribal fighters next to him.

In addition to these poor tribal fighters, little Zach was also full of grievances.

At this time, he was sitting on the open space, his forehead was sweating, and his big eyes looked left and right.

"Crack." The rattan slashed hard on his big, bald head.

Du Fu scolded angrily: "You are so stupid, I let you meditate, do you understand meditation? Feel the rhythm of the magic elements around you."

"But, Uncle Du Fu, I can't feel it." Little Zach touched his forehead innocently.

"Nonsense, besides dozing off, you just look here and there. How can you concentrate?" Du Fu felt that he was going to be sick from anger. Why was the lard in the beginning? Actually taught a barbarian to learn magic and meditation.

If he hadn't witnessed Kahn's fighting spirit in practice, he would never have agreed to Alan. Du Fu, who had a fluke mentality, optimistically thought that the barbarian might really be a genius, but little Zach quickly broke it. out of his fantasy.

"Continue to meditate for me, when will you feel the magical elements in the space, and when will you eat." Du Fu threw down a sentence angrily, and went to complain to Allen.

Allen, who was stepping on the fighting ring and punching the enemy, felt that he had inexhaustible strength all over his body, and a short set of sixteen-style catching the enemy made a sound of breaking through the air.

However, Allen is also a little distressed when he thinks about it. Whether it is the dragon power bestowed by Chaos or the barbarian battle ring, it is a physical attack that strengthens the body's strength. X, it turned out that he was either Dragon Force or Barbarian War Ring, and he couldn't control the situation at all.

Now thinking about everything that happened yesterday, it still feels like a dream.

Since the moment he sincerely prepared to believe in Kakalu God yesterday, not only did a miracle descend from the sky, but he also inexplicably comprehended the Bloodhoof Tribe's unique skill, the Blood Rage Battle Ring.

This made him who never believed in ghosts and gods suddenly feel that his three views may be passers-by from now on. Although he is indeed possessed of dragon power and brute force, but now thinking of the day when Chaos appeared, he is still a little unsure if it really happened. However, after all, the experience of the day was amazing.

Just now he deliberately went to the animal pen of the camp and tried it with the giant gray lion "Iron Mountain". After stepping on the blood rage battle ring, he pushed it more than ten meters away with the strength of two hands alone.

Allen, who felt that he was possessed by Popeye, couldn't figure out the reason after thinking about it, so he had to ask Duff, a human magician with the title of element user.

Du Fu was also amazed when he saw the blood rage battle ring under Allen's feet, but he couldn't tell for a while whether the battle ring was magical power or physical power.

Let's talk about physical power. When Allen doesn't activate the blood rage battle ring, he is just like ordinary people, and at most he has the same strength as a tribal warrior, which is obviously not the ability of the body.

As for the magic ability, firstly, there is no reference, and secondly, it does not belong to any pedigree of magic. It is completely summoned by itself to summon the battle ring, and has nothing to do with the magic elements in the space.

The two of them researched for a long time but couldn't figure out why. In the end, Alan stopped exploring at all. Anyway, he had an extra ability, which is a good thing anyway.

However, as an atheist magician Du Fu, he mysteriously told Allen a fact, that is, the beam of light shot down in the sky at that time may really be a miracle from some gods. No one has seen the true face of the gods, but the history of the continent of St. Cassis has indeed recorded that thousands of years ago, various gods performed miracles to develop believers, and some countries where the miracles came, many incredible things happened matter.

Du Fu's conclusion made Allen even more confused. If there is a god on the wasteland, it should be the great god Kakalu believed by everyone in the barbarians.

But before yesterday, he didn't know anything about this so-called god of wasteland, let alone believe in it.

I have so many names now, Chaos Earthwalker, Son of Chaos, Barbarian Chief, God of War Kakalu Miracle Lover. . .

After thinking about it for a long time, Du Fu gave a crappy answer, that is, at that moment yesterday when Allen really began to believe in Kakalu God devoutly, it may have inspired the gods, and the following things happened, or the beam of light What's going on, it's impossible for him to descend out of thin air, and it's impossible for him to learn the barbarian's stunt fighting ring for no reason.

It seems that this is the only explanation, Allen pouted helplessly.

However, Allen was full of complaints. The gods on the Saint Cassis continent really took advantage of loopholes. Back in the outpost county, they clearly called the name of the Holy Father, and then Chaos appeared. I was thinking of Chaos yesterday. Well, Kakalu, the god of war, has appeared, what is it all about?

If you can't figure it out, don't waste your brain cells thinking about it. Alan, who is heartless, feels that he has nothing to do when he is idle, so he starts to toss the tribal fighters in different ways.

First of all, the instructors who cameo cameo tribal fighters were called to Cologne, and the tribal fighters made dozens of wooden shields and began to learn the battle formation.

He also remembered that Du Fu had taken two Warcraft crystal nuclei from himself. He couldn't just take the benefits and not work, so he threw little Zack to him and asked him to teach magic and meditation.

In the end, there was really nothing to do, so he called Kahn again to see if he could teach some barbarian warriors with better brains to master fighting spirit.

And Kai Zac, who used to hide in the tent every day and read human books, saw hundreds of people busy in the whole camp, and he didn't even have a bragging partner, so he volunteered to ride the acid-etched giant crow in the camp. He flew out of the camp to see if he could find a few more fat human sheep, and if he had a chance, he would fight him again. After all, there was not much food in the tribe.

Alan, who was born as a professional soldier, occasionally instructs the barbarian warriors in some modern militarized combat methods and thinking every day, and in his spare time, according to the physique of the barbarians, he changed a set of weight training suitable for them.

But after all, it's nothing more than running cross-country with a load of logs, etc., as well as the repeated tricks of catching the enemy, and some simple fighting skills to kill with one move.

Not to mention, although the barbarian warriors are not very quick-witted, they do have a special talent in combat. It only took a few days to memorize the weak points of the joints and other vital parts of the human body. This kind of memory Allen had to look at him with admiration.

(End of this chapter)