Old Zach hovered over the camp with the Acid Crow on his side, constantly looking in the direction of Roaring Valley.

Today, old Zach went out to step on the spot as usual, like Babylon the Great, hoping to find a fat sheep of the human merchant group so that he could slaughter it again, and when he returned to the camp with nothing, it was almost sunset, but before he could enter the camp, the warriors who stayed behind told him that Alan had taken more than a hundred warriors to rescue Babylon the Great.

Old Zach was anxious all of a sudden, and an old face was full of worry.

He was not only anxious because Babylon the Great was his godson, but in some ways, this somewhat stubborn godson might be the hope for the future of all barbarians, and Old Zach laughed every day when he thought of Babylon the Great having mastered the fighting skills of the human race.

Seeing that Babylon, the hopeful star of the Bloodhoof Tribe, is in trouble, can old Zach not be in a hurry.

There is no way to be in a hurry, in order to sit in the tribe, old Zach has no way to go to Roaring Valley alone to check the situation, so he can only be like an old farmer who has lost his cattle, wandering around the camp blindly.

A group of female tribal warriors left behind in the camp also babbled, gathered together to brag and talk nonsense, and the more they spread the word, the more mysterious they became.

First, the youngest son of Babylon the Great said that his father was surrounded by the human caravans of the Garnia Plain, and another warrior said that Babylon the Great was ambushed by the griffin knights of the Locke Kingdom, and some said that the dwarves and giants walked out of the Garnia Plain together to fight the Locke Kingdom...

In short, these idle and sore tribal warriors have everything to say, all sorts of things.

By the time it reached the ears of old Zach, Babylon the Great was already surrounded by more than a hundred dragons, fighting to the death and waiting for help.

Old Zack slapped this blind tribal warrior two meters away, what a fucking fart, let's not talk about whether there are more than a hundred dragons on the continent of St. Cassis, don't you know how many pounds and taels Big Babylon has, let alone more than a hundred, even if it is an adult dragon, it is estimated that Big Babylon will be slapped into bone slag as soon as they meet.

In this way, anxious old Zach's heart was like a bucket, up and down.

The emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts, looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looked forward to the tribal warriors.

Old Zack, who was full of worry, saw that the big Babylon and Allen at the front of the team were safe and sound, and immediately quickly adjusted his facial expression, so that others looked lighter, so as to maintain the majesty of the old chief.

Unexpectedly, before he could put his heart back in his stomach, Old Zack also really saw the specific situation of the team returning to the camp, and Old Zack's heart was so cold that Chrysanthemum, and his face was sluggish.

At the front of the team, Alan and Little Zack were talking and laughing, and the big Babylon next to him was dejected, a big man of more than two meters, like a little daughter-in-law who had just let the evil mother-in-law bury her head and drooped her head, more than a hundred tribal warriors, pressing more than 300 dwarfs with blue noses and swollen faces.

"Short... Dwarf.. Dwarves! Old Zach had a big mouth, and an old face was full of disbelief.

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

Alan is a little nostalgic for the broken tent that leaked everywhere in the past, at least it is not like such a voice, and Old Zack's loud voice is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

This time, he lowered his head and hung his head, and Dina patted old Zach on the back like a little daughter-in-law next to him, afraid that the old chief would be angry.

"You stupid, the dwarven clan once had a deep fighting friendship with our barbarians, and you caught more than three hundred dwarves so inexplicably, so that other tribes knew, I don't want this old face anymore!" Old Zach was angry and fell on Allen.

This time, the big Babylon gloated, drooping his eyes and peeking at the dejected Allen, it's time for you not to listen to me, let the old chief scold.

But before Big Babylon could cool down twice, Old Zach knocked on his head with a shudder: "You idiot, Alan doesn't know, don't you know, how did you have such a shameful thing in the tribe." ”

"More than 300 dwarves, thousands of miles away from the Garnia Plain, this is the hospitality of our barbarian clan?" Old Zach looked like he hated iron but not steel, and finally sighed helplessly and said, "Say, what's going on." ”

For these more than 300 dwarves, old Zach was simply a headache to death, he was not as heartless as Allen, the first time to the dwarves to comfort and eat and drink, good words and persuasion finally arranged extra tents for them to rest.

Now it can be regarded as calming down for the time being, but I believe that after these dwarves rest, they will definitely not be good.

Alan had no choice but to speak his mind.

In fact, he couldn't tell what level of smelting technology in this world was, and whether the craftsmanship of these dwarf mules was superb.

After all, he knew a blacksmith, the Dead Devil Rock Hammer that had been hung up.

Originally, he blackmailed the steel in the western diocese just to use it as a simple armor or shield, although he didn't know how to forge iron or anything, but it was still possible to improve it simply.

It's just that I didn't expect that before the steel arrived, these dwarves were sent to the door.

Since there is an opportunity to arm the tribal warriors, how can he easily let it go in vain, Allen, who has always believed that being a bastard if he has a advantage, did not hesitate at all, and ordered these dwarves to be tied up without saying a word, who knew that Old Zack, who was an old-school barbarian, was so repulsive.

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

Alan also asked inexplicably: "Old chief, aren't you afraid of that dwarf city looking for us?" ”

Old Zack was choked by this sentence and couldn't speak for a long time, just like the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, and finally just sighed again.

To be honest, he wasn't afraid of the Iron Hammer Dwarf City in the Garnia Plain, he didn't pay attention to these three-inch nails at all, mainly because although the two races did not move around for a long time, as the two races with a small population base on the St. Cassis continent, they both cherished the friendship between the two sides, and the habitats between the two sides were not far apart, who knew if there would be a large-scale war in the future, and whether the two races would help each other and join hands to defend against the enemy.

Alan saw that Old Zach was not so angry, and said with a smile: "Old Chief, you don't covet the skills of these dwarves?" Think about it, when the steel of the western diocese arrives, let's arm the tribal warriors and see who dares to bully our Bloodhoof tribe. ”

Old Zack chirped and chirped, and seemed to be a little hesitant, if he wanted to say that he was not impressed, it was fake, but no matter how tempted, he could not casually destroy the already pitiful friendship between the two races, Old Zack believed that the news that more than 300 dwarves were tied to the Bloodhoof tribe would definitely not be hidden for long, and the Hu of the Grand Duke of the Rock Kingdom was secondary, anyway, if the human race wanted these dwarves to build equipment, it might be the barbarians who would suffer.

Besides, even if the Grand Duke asks at that time, it will be his son Alan who will take the lead in intercepting the dwarves, so if you want to find fault, go to your stupid son first.

Old Zack's main concern is that in the future, the big chief tribe will definitely be forced by the pressure of Iron Hammer City to come over to raise a teacher and ask for guilt, this is not a simple matter of robbing the human trade group, after all, it has risen to the issue of racial face.

The Great Chief Tribe suffered a dumb loss last time, but this time it is not so simple to fool the past, and it can be a legitimate sign that other tribes will come to find bad luck.

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

"Why don't we do it again?" Babylon the Great made a neck-cutting gesture with his hand, changing his previous generosity and revealing a rare grim face.

The old chief was stunned for a long time, and said helplessly: "This method is not feasible, and when the time comes, someone will find it when they check it." ”

Big Babylon stared at Eren with resentment and said, "It's not that, it's not that, hey." ”

The old chief also looked at Alan reproachfully and said, "The key is still on these dwarves, see if you can talk to them tomorrow." ”

With a "snap", Alan slapped the table and stood up: "I still don't believe it, when it comes to the mouth of our Bloodhoof tribe, it can still be spit out, and this matter is left to me." ”

Dina saw her second young master's expression of a broken jar, rolled her eyes and whispered, "Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water!" ”

Alan glared at Dina.

Old Zach glared at Alan again.

Babylon the Great pretended not to see anything.