Lord Roar

Chapter 90 Threats and demands

The two sides were at the gate of the tribal camp, full of gunpowder.

Allen's eyes kept scanning each other like a hawk, provocation was written on the left face, and finding fault was written on the right face.

Babylon the Great and Zack the Little were also full of anger.

The messenger Halton was silent, but everyone could see that he had acquiesced to Allen's words.

The Great Chief tribe and the Western Diocese really stood together. Facing a Western Diocese, the Bloodhoof Tribe had no chance of winning. Although they were not afraid of war, no matter how arrogant they were, there was a gap in strength.

What's more, the Great Chief tribe is still waiting for an opportunity to strike, which is undoubtedly a huge crisis for the Bloodhoof tribe.

Babylon the Great had no choice but to turn his back on the spot, but couldn't decide to pay attention for a while, so he had to look at Alan.

Seeing that the other party really didn't dare to die, Haldon felt that he should raise his arrogance so that he could vent his anger just now, but was interrupted by Allen just as he opened his mouth.

"Shut up and let them come down." Allen pointed to the Griffin Rider who was still hovering in the air and said, "If we want to talk, we must talk to the Lord. Shut up when you're an errand runner."

Heldon's black face turned red, but he still made a landing gesture to the Griffin Rider in the sky.

Only one of the five griffins fell down. It seems that this guy is also quite afraid of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and he is deeply afraid that the other party will turn their backs if they say they will.

A gray-haired middle-aged man jumped off the Griffon, falling from a height of five or six meters, which seemed to have no effect on him. When he was less than half a meter away from the ground, a light blue halo appeared under his feet.

Alan, who was no longer Xiaobai, could tell at a glance that the opponent was also a Tier [-] fighting spirit fighter. The light blue fighting spirit had clearly offset the impact of gravity when it landed just now.

This kind of control over vindictiveness almost threw that idiot in Cologne half a block away.

"Barbarian, I am Tero, the Griffin Knight Commander under the command of Lord Lando, Bishop of the Western Diocese."

Allen waved his hand casually and said, "I'm not interested, let's get to the point."

For the two camps that are obviously in different positions, and have even been in a state of hostility all the time, Allen was too lazy to introduce each other hypocritically, and said directly: "You are just five birdmen, plus three errand runners. Are you going back?"

Trol was stunned for a moment, and didn't care about the impoliteness of the other party. After all, barbarians are like that, but he asked a little uncertainly: "Do you want to make a deal?"

"Nonsense, we have worked so hard to rob your business group. You said you want to go back, so why should we rob him? We paid for the rations of your gang of human waste warriors, and we didn't leave in the middle of the night. Go to sleep, work hard to snatch you, we will obediently return you as soon as you open your mouth, and that's the end of it, are you being unreasonable?"

As native savages, Zack Jr. and Babylon the Great, they felt a little blushing when they stood by the side at this moment when they saw Alan's face of righteousness.

"You!" Troo didn't expect the other party to take the bandit theory for granted. He couldn't answer for a while, took a deep breath, and threatened: "Aren't you afraid that Master Lando will really come here with his relatives? Our western parish is not you Can a small tribe be able to compete?"

Allen shrugged indifferently: "Don't go around in circles, you are so powerful, just lead the army and slaughter us, why send you five birdmen to talk nonsense."

"Barbarian, don't challenge our patience. I am very willing to cut off your head and dedicate it to Lord Lando in the near future."

"Hey, hello." Allen held his heart and pretended to say: "I was scared to death, why don't you do it now."

Seeing the other party's messing around, Troo was furious for a moment, and drew out his saber with a swish, and pointed the tip of the sword at Allen.

The other four Griffin Knights in the sky also lowered their heights and drew out their knight spears.

Both sides are on fire.

In the Bloodhoof Camp, Dina squinted her eyes and held the Dragon Halberd high in her right hand, ready to throw it out at any time.

"Who are you scaring?" Allen felt like a mirror in his heart. If the Western Parish really had no scruples, it would have sent a large army, and even contacted the great chief to find a messenger to be a lobbyist?

Does the Great Chief have no scruples?The great chief must have scruples. If he really wants to acquiesce in the large human army setting foot on the Great Wasteland and slaughtering the Bloodhoof tribe, regardless of what other tribes think, the elders will definitely attack first.

Allen guessed right, he didn't purely cause trouble for the Bloodhoof Tribe, his aggressiveness was just to provoke the opponent's anger and test the bottom line.

Although he doesn't understand politics, he understands that since he has sent an envoy, there must be some talks. It's just a matter of wrangling at the negotiating table. To the position of the Great Chief.

Secondly, let’s talk about the western parishes. The south of the outpost county is within their sphere of influence. Unless the pope comes in person, all resources of the Holy See will be dispatched by Cardinal Lando, and he must be very familiar with the fighting power of the barbarians. A little It's not worth fighting a big business group.

The purpose of the Western Parish is nothing more than the Warcraft crystal nucleus in the cargo and the ghost fire skull ring in his hand.

Allen's guess was good, and Troo was also secretly complaining at this time. Lord Lando had his own considerations, and he told him before leaving that other goods would be lost. After all, you can't let the barbarians spit out what they ate. Come out, if you are so obedient, you are no longer a barbarian.

The most important ones are the dozen or so Warcraft crystal cores and ghost fire skull rings. As the younger brother of the Grand Pope, Archbishop Lando in Red will offer some Warcraft crystal cores to the Grand Pope at the Holy See headquarters every year.

Originally, other business groups more or less searched for some rare treasures and Warcraft crystal cores, but they did not expect that this business group robbed by barbarians gained so much, and actually purchased so many treasures from Beamon. Warcraft crystal nucleus and a magic item.

It's okay if you don't know. When Lando was going to send a messenger to question the chief what happened, the group of human captives released by Allen also returned to the outpost.

Bishop Lando had been frowning all day long because he could not make up enough tributes for the Pope, but later learned from the accountant of the merchant group that there were so many good things in the goods that were robbed by the merchant group. What a pity. Coincidentally, it was snatched by the lucky barbarians.

Lando didn't think too much, and directly ordered the five griffin knights to get back those crystal nucleus magic items from this group of small tribes who don't know the heights of heaven and earth. Because he overestimated the prestige and dominance of the great chief, he always thought Getting back what belongs to you smoothly is just a matter of course.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that in the Great Wasteland, there really was a tribe that dared to blatantly confront the great chief, and it happened to be the Bloodhoof tribe that robbed the merchant group under his name.

(End of this chapter)