Lord Roar

Chapter 95 Dilemma
Old Zack sat straddling the acid-etched giant crow and hovered above the camp, constantly looking in the direction of Roaring Valley.

Today, old Zach went out to scout spots as usual. Like Babylon, he hoped to find a fat sheep from the human merchant group to slaughter again. When he returned to the camp with nothing, it was almost sunset, but he hadn’t entered the camp yet. , The soldiers who stayed behind told him that Alan led more than 100 soldiers to rescue Babylon the Great.

Old Zach was in a hurry, his old face was full of worry.

He is not only anxious because Babylon the Great is his godson, but in some respects, this somewhat stubborn godson may be the future hope of all the barbarians. I couldn't close my legs laughing.

Seeing that Babylon the Great, the star of hope of the Bloodhoof Tribe, is in trouble, can old Zack not be in a hurry.

There was nothing he could do about it. In order to sit in the tribe, old Zack had no choice but to go to the Roaring Valley to check the situation alone. He could only wander around the camp like an old farmer who lost his cow.

A group of female tribal fighters who stayed behind in the camp were also bluffing, and they gathered together to brag and talk nonsense, and the rumors became more and more mysterious.

First, the youngest son of Babylon the Great said that his father was besieged by human merchant groups in the Gania Plain, and another soldier said that Babylon the Great was ambushed by the Griffon Knights of the Kingdom of Locke, and others said that the dwarves and The giants walked out of the Garnia Plain together to support the Locke Kingdom. . . .

In short, this group of idle tribal fighters have everything they say, in all kinds of ways.

By the time the news reached old Zack's ears, Babylon the Great was surrounded by more than 100 dragons, desperately waiting for rescue.

Old Zac slapped this stupid tribal warrior two meters away, what a fucking fart, let alone whether there are more than 100 dragons on the continent of St. You know, not to mention more than 100 dragons, even if it is an adult dragon, it is estimated that Babylon the Great will be smashed into bones as soon as they meet.

In this way, the anxious old Zach felt like a bucket, up and down.

The emperor paid off, looking forward to the stars and the moon and finally brought the tribal warriors back.

Old Zach, who was full of worries, saw that the big Babylon and Allen at the front of the team were safe and sound, and immediately adjusted his facial expressions to make others look calm and calm, so as to maintain the attitude of the outdated old chief. majesty.

Unexpectedly, before he put his heart back into his stomach, old Zach really saw the specific situation of the team returning to the camp.

At the front of the line, Allen and Zack were chatting and laughing. The big Babylon next to him was downcast. The two-meter-long burly man bowed his head like a little daughter-in-law who had just been buried by an evil mother-in-law. More than 100 people The tribal warriors crushed more than 300 short, bruised and swollen faces.

"Short... dwarves... dwarves!" Old Zach opened his mouth wide, his old face full of disbelief. .

In the chief's tent, the old chief's loud voice was deafening.

Allen misses the broken tent with air leaks everywhere in the past, at least it doesn't have such a close voice. Old Zach's loud voice is really not something ordinary people can stand.

This time it was him who lowered his head and was dejected, and Dina patted old Zach on the back like a daughter-in-law, fearing that the old chief would be angry.

"You idiot, the dwarves and our barbarians used to have a deep fighting friendship, so you arrested more than 300 dwarves for no reason, let other tribes know, I don't want my old face!" Old Zack Angrily counting Allen.

This time it was Babylon who was gloating about his misfortune. He lowered his eyes and peeked at Alan with a downcast face. Well, let you not listen to me, let the old chief scold you.

But before the big Babylon could feel a little better, old Zach knocked on his forehead violently: "You idiot, Alan doesn't know, don't you still understand, how come you are so shameless in the tribe?" stuff."

"More than 300 dwarves have traveled thousands of miles from the plains of Gania. Is this how our savages treat guests?" Old Zac looked like he hated iron and steel, and finally sighed helplessly and said: " Tell me, what's going on."

For these more than 300 dwarves, the old Zach had a terrible headache. He was not as heartless as Alan. He was kind to the dwarves at the first time and took care of eating and drinking. Tents for them to rest.

It's calmed down for the time being, but I believe that after the rest of the dwarves, they will definitely not get better.

Allen had no choice but to speak out his thoughts.

In fact, he is not sure what level of smelting technology is in this world, and whether the craftsmanship of these short mules is high or not.

After all, he knew a blacksmith, the Dead Ghost Rock Hammer who had died.

Originally, he blackmailed the steel from the western parish just to use it as simple armor or shields. Although he didn't know how to blacksmith or forge, it was still possible to simply improve it.

It's just that I didn't expect these dwarves to deliver it to the door before the steel arrived.

Since he had the opportunity to arm the tribal fighters, how could he let it go for nothing? Allen, who has always believed in being a bastard if he doesn't take advantage of it, didn't hesitate at all at the time, and ordered the dwarves to be tied up without saying a word. Who knew As an old-school barbarian, old Zach was so repulsive.

Old Zach, who understood the ins and outs of the matter, was also speechless.

Allen also asked inexplicably: "Old chief, aren't you afraid that some dwarf city will find us bad luck?"

Old Zach was choked by this sentence for a long time, unable to speak, just like the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, and finally just sighed again.

To be honest, he was not afraid of the Hammer Dwarf City in the Gania Plain. He didn't pay attention to these three-inch nails at all. The two races with a small population base cherish the friendship between the two sides, and the habitats of the two sides are not far apart. Who knows if a large-scale war will break out in the future, and whether the two races will watch each other and help each other? Hand against the enemy.

Alan saw that old Zach was not so angry anymore, and said with a smile: "Old chief, don't you envy the technology of these dwarves? Think about it, when the steel from the western parish arrives, let's arm all the tribal fighters. Dare to bully our Bloodhoof tribe."

Old Zach babbled and babbled, as if hesitating a bit. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but no matter how tempted he was, he couldn't just casually destroy the poor friendship between the two races. Old Zach believed that 300 The news that many dwarves were bound to the Bloodhoof tribe would not be hidden for long, and it would be next to cut off the Hu of the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Locke. Anyway, humans must make equipment for these dwarves, and the barbarians may be the ones who suffer the most.

Besides, even if the Grand Duke asks at that time, his son Alan will take the lead in cutting down the dwarves. If you want to find fault, go to your stupid son first.

Old Zac’s main worry was that the Great Chief tribe would definitely come to the city to inquire about their crimes under the pressure of Hammer City. This was not as simple as robbing human business groups. After all, it had risen to the issue of racial face.

The Great Chief tribe suffered from being dumb last time, but this time it is not so easy to be fooled, and it can be justified as a sign of other tribes looking for bad luck.

After explaining his worries to Allen carefully, Old Zack and Big Babylon couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

"Why don't we just do one thing and keep doing the other thing?" Babylon the Great made a gesture of cutting his neck with his hands, changing from his usual honesty and revealing a rare stern expression.

The old chief was stunned for a long time, and said helplessly: "This method is not feasible. When the time comes, someone who is interested will find it out."

Big Babylon stared at Allen resentfully and said, "This is neither that nor that, hey."

The old chief also looked at Allen reproachfully and said, "The key lies in these dwarves. Let's see if we can have a good talk with them tomorrow."

With a "snap", Allen slapped the table and stood up: "I still don't believe it. I can still spit it out in the mouth of our Bloodhoof Tribe. Leave it to me."

Dina saw her second young master's expression of being broken, she rolled her eyes and whispered: "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!"

Allen glared at Dina.

Old Zach gave Allen another hard look.

Babylon the Great pretended not to see anything.

(End of this chapter)