Under the persuasion of Gonzalez and Allen, Giselle was finally pulled back.

The Holy See, the suzerainty of the eight human nations on the St. Cassis Continent, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the number one overlord of the continent.

Not to mention a few barbarians in the wasteland to ask for people, even if 100,000 barbarians in the wasteland are tied together to ask for people, the Holy See may not give you face, and people are still worried that they can't find a reason to start a war with the all-out barbarians.

The people in the Holy See are all religious lunatics, you can be a foreigner, but you can't help but believe in the Holy Father, if you believe in other false gods, one burns another, and one burns a group.

Of course, what if a race does not believe in the Holy Father? That's easy to do, and it will directly make you genocidal.

Now in the whole of the Holy Cassi Continent, the races that do not believe in the Holy Father are not too much, and they are not too little, but these races that believe in other gods and have the largest population can be counted on five fingers.

In addition to the mysterious and powerful dragon clan and the sea clan that rarely shows the eyes of the world, the first to bear the brunt is the Beamon orcs, who believe in the teachings of the Beamon God of War and shamans, and do not eat the set of your Holy Father God shining in the world, and people believe that the bare arms are the set of the god of war.

But the Beamon orcs are not soft persimmons, not your Holy See wants to pinch two casually, people are more backward than your human race, but people are senior hob meat that has gone through thousands of pots, although poor, but the poorer the more ruthless, if you dare to get me, we orcs dare to get you together, who told us to unite and have a low level of general culture.

In addition to the orcs, the next is the elves and druids who believe in the goddess of the moon, but unfortunately they are hiding in the great forest of stars on the west side of the continent, and you can't find them even if you want to make trouble.

The rest are those dwarf giants scattered in the corners of the continent and the like, in fact, the Holy See is too lazy to take care of them, not to mention the number of these two races, and they are both poor and can't afford to wear pants, you can believe what you like, you don't need to go through a lot of trouble to deal with them, I don't see that these two races have been getting poorer and poorer for hundreds of years, and the population is getting smaller and smaller.

Next is the 100,000 barbarians who believe in the great god of Kakalu in the wasteland, a few years ago, the Holy See would find various reasons every once in a while, run to the wasteland to eat sand against the wind, and find trouble for the various tribes of the barbarians under the guise of religious unity.

It's a pity that there is basically little gain, the various tribal camps often move, the Holy See received information today, and when they are ready to encircle and suppress the next day, they may have all moved in their bags, and then the barbarians regardless of men, women, and children, basically everyone is a warrior, and their temper is not very good, if you dare to let people change their beliefs, people will dare to roll up their sleeves and come up and do it with you, no matter how many you are.

There's no way, the barbarians are basically illiterate, and they can't understand what the world is like the Holy Father, and we can't write words, let alone the lingua franca of the road.

Of course, the Holy See has rarely come to find fault with the barbarians in recent years, and the main reason is that it is similar to the situation of the giant dwarf clan, the barbarian Tainima is poor, tossed for several months, lost countless manpower and material resources, and at most fished out a few tattered animal skin tents or something.

But even so, the Holy See still regards the 100,000 barbarians as a thorn in the flesh, and you, the chief of the four major tribes, ran over with a few stinky fish and rotten shrimp to ask for people, isn't it in the hands of the Holy See, not to mention that if people don't come back, maybe even Giselle will have to get in.

Alan crumpled the truth and tried his best to persuade Giselle over and over again, but he couldn't move this sister's heart.

And at that time, everyone couldn't think of any good way for a while, seeing that Giselle was going to act impulsively again, and the most calm old Zack in the tribe, I don't know if it was out of guilt or for some reason, but they were all uncharacteristically ready to go to the Terran country together.

As a nobleman of the former Locke Kingdom, Alan is supposed to be the best guide, but unfortunately he can't show up now, and his name is still hanging on the Holy See.

Although Giselle is indeed beautiful and moving, Alan has not yet reached the point of being fascinated and losing his soul.

It's your business that you're not afraid of death, but you can't pull the father and son of Old Zack and Little Zack, if the father and son have three long and two short, don't say that he himself is unhappy, and Little Zach has not explained.

In desperation, Alan had no choice but to take care of everything, promising everyone that as long as he was given half a year, if he couldn't think of a way after half a year, he would set foot in the human kingdom and personally find a way to get people back.

It's not that Alan was dizzy and casually agreed, but he knew that Old Zack and Little Zack didn't know about it before, but now that he knows that Angela is still alive, he won't come for a day, and the father and son won't be able to untie the knot in a day.

The father and son are basically his closest family members in the world, the family doesn't speak two words, Alan can't watch them depressed like this, but he stands by and watches, and finally has to promise, which can be regarded as appeasing everyone.

Who knew that hearing his promise, the father and son changed their sad faces, but began to comfort Giselle, and swore that as long as Alan said it, he would definitely be able to do it, as if Alan could do anything.

Even Gonzalez, who has never expressed his position, seems to be no longer in a hurry, but keeps muttering nonsense such as what will be a family in the future.

Alan, who was confused, later figured out that Angela was Little Zack's previous fiancée, and the two were considered baby relatives, after the battle of the Earth Dragon Legion, the Bloodhoof Tribe suffered heavy losses, and even Angela was nowhere to be found.

To say that in the past, the stormy Bloodhoof tribe suddenly popped up a barbarian shaman backer, and Alan may really stutter, but now the Bloodhoof tribe, not to mention the political factors between the tribe and the big chieftain, the grievances and hatreds during the period are almost written into a novel.

Now that a big shaman with an ambiguous attitude suddenly appeared, Alan is not so interested, this old guy must have his heart set on the Great Chief Tribe.

However, the other party seems to have a request from the Bloodhoof Tribe, and since it is a family, Alan has nothing to worry about, with a big mouth, and as soon as his five fingers are stretched, he begins to open his mouth.

"Old Lei, five hundred people for three months' food!"

"Sharomon, if you want a mother, it's better to have a cub in your arms, and you have to wait for the province to pay. Match! And a hundred ponies. ”

"How do you say that you are also a great shaman, what do you say it doesn't matter, are we a family?"

"You're just watching our Bloodhoof tribe starve and freeze? Then I'll take back what I just said, and when the time comes, please go and find a way to save your second girl. ”

"Damn, old thing, you negotiate terms with me, Nima's, then you hurry up and pack up and get out, what's the benefit, you let me send you dozens of fierce beasts now?"

"Are you stupid for me? How do I know if when I let Old Duff go to the Great Chieftain tribe to find an apprentice, will I let Manstein kill him because of the old B's raiser? ”

"Old Duff and Cologne are not my sons either, and I will let them go?"

"What about Babylon the Great? Come over here and blow away this old fellow! Where's the man, come here. ”

Allen, who was snorting angrily, squinted at Gonzalez with a helpless face, if it weren't for Old Zack to stop him, he was really going to ask someone to blow this old guy away.

This old thing is really the master who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles, and he will ask for fierce beasts for a while, and then he will ask Duff and Cologne to go to other tribes to teach apprentices, and later he wants to seconded a few dwarves and Fan Di, it seems that his family background is all to be remembered.

Seeing that Eren was really starting to get anxious, Gonzalez gritted his teeth, and like a gambler with red eyes who had lost, he said: "It's okay to promise you these conditions, but you have to promise me two things." ”

"If there's a fart, let it go." Alan has no patience at all, you don't give us food, I'll take East and the Wasteland Bear to other tribes to rob it, and when the time comes, don't say that Lao Tzu turns his face and doesn't recognize people, I'll be the first to rob the lion tribe.

Gonzalez stretched out two fingers and said fiercely: "First, Vier and Hairen will stay in the Bloodhoof Tribe after returning in a few days, and as the conveyor and coordinator of the Great Chief Tribe and the Bloodhoof Tribe Tribe, Vier will also discuss with you at any time to rescue my Angela!" Second, the Bloodhoof Tribe, who has returned to the leadership of the Great Chief Tribe, cannot take the initiative to attack other tribes and barbarians, especially the Lion Tribe, let alone make an arbitrary claim to rob the human merchant group, whether it is in the name of the Great Prince of Lotel or not. ”

"The first one doesn't matter, as long as your daughter is willing, our tribe is not short of this mouthful." Alan thought about it again, and scolded on the side of his face: "Second, go to your grandmother's legs, you dream, if you don't rob others, who will we rob, rob the gang of fierce beasts behind our camp?" They are poorer than bloody hooves, don't you look at licking their faces every day to eat and drink? ”

Gonzalez was also completely speechless, he was also the spiritual leader of the 100,000 barbarians, although most of the barbarians were rude, but who saw that he was not respectful, like the grandson who scolded himself like hob meat in front of him, he saw it for the first time.

The old shaman is also in a temper, and he can't care about how much potential your Bloodhoof tribe has, and he is ready to turn the table.

Old Zack, who had always been calm, saw that the smell of gunpowder on both sides was getting stronger and stronger, stood up, and said solemnly: "The second condition is okay, but you must restore the title of our Bloodhoof Hero Tribe, and then take the name of the Hope Tribe, the status is equal to that of the four noble tribes, and you are not subject to the battle call order of Zhaomanstein." ”

Alan sighed, false name kills people, just these two broken names, shouting louder, how can there be any benefits of robbing the human merchant group, those human merchant groups don't have any good things, maybe next time they get a few monster crystal nuclei and magic props and the like, it's more enjoyable, he thinks that robbing the human merchant group is like a lottery, food and materials are the most basic, and if you are lucky, there will be other unexpected gains.

When Gonzalez heard this, he was afraid that the other party would regret it, so he went up and slapped old Zach and said, "Deal!" ”

As long as you take the first step, you will talk about it later, after all, they are compatriots, the barbarians are strong, and there are countless benefits to the Bloodhoof tribe, I believe that Old Zack and the new chieftain of Bloodhoof will understand it in the future.

Alan shook his head secretly, he didn't get much dry goods after wasting so many tongues, but he was secretly happy to think that there was finally a passable opposite sex in the tribe, and a pig brother's face was exposed.

Giselle, who had to commit himself to the Bloodhoof tribe in order to save his sister, saw Alan drooling and undisguised disdain.