Lord Roar

Chapter 99

Tero, who was hovering above the convoy, rode on the Griffon and looked at the camp of the Bloodhoof tribe not far away, feeling deeply moved for a while.

barbarian!Barbarians!Incomparably powerful, born with semi-petrified skin, like a war machine that never tires, it seems that only death can stop their progress. This kind of warrior who will not be afraid of the most powerful enemy on the battlefield is simply the ideal of all warriors. Nightmare, maybe those extremely powerful people standing at the top of the pyramid will not make them have the slightest fear.

Fortunately, the Holy Father in heaven is just. Although he did not give the human race the same strong body, he gave us a huge population and reproduction speed. In contrast, the barbarian race has a population of less than [-], and they seem to be They have been complacent for hundreds of years and have never taken the initiative to enter the attention of the mainstream world. Until now, they have no business in production, do not know how to develop, and can only struggle to survive in the cracks between the two super races.

But now?Are barbarians really still as backward, rigid, and stubborn as everyone thinks?
Could it be that they will discover a spark like the origin of the first race on the mainland, and then burst out infinite possibilities?
Troo is not sure, the only thing he knows now is that the bloodhoof tribe of the barbarians seems to be an alternative, the barbarians who have always been dead-brained have learned to blackmail?Actually learned to use scouts and watchtowers?Need to arm yourself with steel?Is this fucking savage?
Tro, he is not a fool, maybe a fool knows what these barbarians do with these steels.

Barbarian warriors are scary enough, barbarian warriors in armor and armed with sharp weapons. . . .Troo didn't dare to think about it any more.

"I hope I can complete the task assigned by Bishop Lando." Troo prayed secretly.

This time, there were only ten Griffin Knights and a group of hired coachmen to escort food, steel and other supplies. It was not so much an escort as a helpless move.

Since being tricked by the Bloodhoof Tribe twice in a row, Bishop Lando's trust in the barbarians, especially the Bloodhoof Tribe, has been greatly reduced.

Troco had a particularly deep memory of seeing Alan for the first time at that time, the kind of rogue like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water and smashing jars.

After returning to the Western Diocese, Cardinal Lando sent a messenger to the barbarian chief. The two sides argued for a few days. The chief tribe will take advantage of the trend to eradicate the bloodhoof tribe and return those materials and monster crystal nuclei to their original owners.

In fact, Trow was not at all at ease with the chief's guarantee. The last time they met, the Bloodhoof tribe obviously didn't give any face to the chief's messenger, Halton.

Moreover, he had always suspected that the barbarian great chief wished that the Bloodhoof tribe would not be on the road. In this case, the great chief would be able to completely eradicate the Bloodhoof tribe with the help of Lord Lando.

Later, both parties did not trust each other, and finally decided that it would be better not to do one thing and keep doing the other.

Although the great chief and Lord Bishop Lando stayed behind, he and the rest of the Griffin Knights entered the tiger's den alone.

With worries and ups and downs in his heart, the convoy led by Troo finally arrived outside the camp of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

What greeted him was Alan's big smiling face, just like the old bustard saw the first brother who was about to spend money like water, and he almost waved a red handkerchief to him twice.

"Old Luo, you've finally come. It's been so hard to wait for others. It's you and those steels that I dream of every day!"

As soon as Troo jumped off the Griffin, Allen stepped forward to give him a passionate bear hug, which almost broke his ribs.

The other Griffon riders stared at Allen and the dozen or so tribe warriors behind him warily.

It took a lot of effort to break free from the other party's arms, and he was a little at a loss for the other party's enthusiasm.

"The convoy behind you is the supplies we need. Thank you so much. Thank you for helping me speak well in front of Lord Lando. If it weren't for you, how would we know that these Warcraft crystal cores are so important to you? The Holy See urged It's..." Halfway through Alan's speech, he deliberately pretended to have slipped his mouth, like a shy girl who is not dumb in the world, and covered his mouth with his hands crossed in horror.

Seeing Trow looking like a dog, Allen immediately turned into a long-time friend, and blinked at him exaggeratedly, with a disgusting expression that the two had many secrets that had to be said.

"Awesome." Troo yelled secretly, and he found a few Griffon riders hovering in mid-air, looking at him with some doubts and guards.

It's no secret that the cardinals supply the Holy See with a considerable amount of monster nuclei every year. The other party may find out from some human mouth, but the other party's trick of alienation seems simple, but it obviously has an effect.

Although the other party's acting skills were exaggerated, with just a short sentence, this barbarian had already planted a seed of doubt in the heart of his companion.

The savages on the wasteland have always been known for their well-developed limbs and simple minds. What happened to this world?
Troo smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly, suddenly admiring the barbarian in front of him.

Rude, arrogant, cunning, philistine, impulsive, insidious!
How did he really think that so many complicated emotions would be intertwined on the face of a barbarian, maybe the last time he smashed a monster crystal nucleus in front of him was also acting?
Allen didn't bother to care about the rich inner activities of the other party. He walked into the camp with his arm around Trow's shoulders, and said in his mouth: "Hurry up and receive the inventory, hurry up."

"Wait!" Troo stopped his figure and asked with a half-smile, "What do we want?"

"Hey, you see, this hurts feelings. We can still lie to you. How can our little Bloodhoof tribe bear the anger of the Bishop of the Western Diocese." Allen dragged Troo into it Inside a tent, before entering the tent, he raised his eyes and glanced at several griffins hovering in midair.

Quietly, he winked at a few tribal fighters next to him. The tribal fighters understood, and hurried to the tent where De Niro's gang of dwarves were.

Alan, who received the news in advance before Trow's arrival, hid all the dwarves in the hood early and forbade them from running out, lest Troo and others find out.

The few griffins that had been hovering in the mid-air of the camp also dispersed and continued to patrol around the camp. The knights on the griffins were all staring at every corner of the tribal camp.

At this time, De Niro, who was nestled in the tent, looked at his fellow clansmen around him, and seemed to be very entangled.

"Hundred barrels of spirits, elder, you have tasted that taste, it is much better than the spirits produced by the Kingdom of Locke." A dwarf helped his elder make up his mind.

De Niro really couldn't make up his mind. Originally, he came out of the Gania Plain to work and drink a few barrels of wine. How could he encounter such a mess.

Just now Allen asked them that if the group of flying griffins ran away later, they would be responsible for capturing the group of birdmen in the sky.

This request is not too much. Regardless of the fact that the dwarves are not good at fighting, but they live in a dangerous place like the Gania Plain, they must have a few things that can be handed, and one of the portable net throwing buckets is theirs. homemade.

This barrel-shaped tool compresses a steel wire mesh of less than ten to one hundred square meters. Using the principle of air pressure, the effective range is within 50 meters. After being thrown out, the steel mesh is spherical and will only scatter when it hits an object. , Continuously winding along the colliding objects, there are locks around the net, which can be locked after touching each other.

When I met Babylon the Great, it was this thing that caught the other party by surprise and subdued the spine-mounted saber tiger.

De Niro remembered the taste of that kind of strong wine, slapped the table, licked his lips and shouted: "Damn it, the cardinal is a bird, we dwarves are still afraid of them?" The dwarf was obviously a little frightened, so he could only continue in a low voice with guilt: "The big deal is to take the spirits and go to Hammer City, and they can't find us, big guys, tell me, right?"

A group of cowardly short winter melons next to them nodded repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)