Many of the tribesmen who returned to their tents did not fall asleep as usual, but used their unthinking brains to constantly recall what Alan had just said.

Is the glory and vanity of the heart really worth the lives of so many people?

Many tribal warriors tossed and turned with this question, and they couldn't think of a reason.

However, some guys with slightly more active brains, such as Little Zach and Big Babylon, didn't take Allen's words seriously at all, for the simple reason that it was useless to think so much, what kind of barbarians were poor, and to study so much useless.

When Alan walked out of the tent after getting up the next day, he found that many tribal warriors who had no heart and lungs every day actually showed sullen expressions today.

Of course he knew why, but he was happy to see it, and it seemed that what he said yesterday had touched them deeply.

Hey, I'm blind if I don't go to be an instructor, and Alan hummed a little song when he thought of it.

From time to time, a few tribal warriors were seen wrestling with their shirtless bodies, and Alan shook his head again.

Strong muscles are their armor? Is their hands their most advantageous weapon?

For the barbarian warriors, this view can be said to have been accompanied by their birth to the present, and has always been their fighting style and belief.

But in Allen's eyes, the barbarian warrior's fighting style and concept of fighting are both proud and respectable, but also very stupid.

This can be seen from the fact that they will not attack unarmed human warriors and captives who have surrendered, but because of this, they have suffered countless bloody losses.

And Allen, who now considers himself a member of the Bloodhoof Tribe, feels that the barbarian warriors have had enough of the lesson, and it is time to make a change, and it is time for the opponents to eat the lesson.

But then again, it's unrealistic to want them to give up this ridiculous notion and change it right away, you can only take it one step at a time.

But for now, it's important to settle the matter at hand first.

Alan scurried over to the tents where the human captives were, and a few tribal warriors who were serving as guards sat cross-legged on the ground and staggered to sleep.

He couldn't think of any more work to do for the human captives since he had rushed to build a podium and wooden benches yesterday, and after much deliberation and with the permission of Old Zach, he decided to let the poor captives go.

When Eren announced that they would be freed, the first thought of the yellow-skinned human warriors was incredible, and after a while they were sure that they were not playing them, the human captives burst into tears, they did not expect that this barbarian who had repeatedly coaxed them really kept his promise.

Endless labor, getting up before dawn to work, working against the wind and yellow sand until dark, finally staying up until sleep, and worrying that I would be called up at any time to continue working overtime.

Thinking of these hellish days, the captives can't wait to sing a song.

Under Alan's arrangement, each captive was given a day's rations, lined up, and walked out of the tribe in an orderly manner, not that no one looked back at the camp that was full of painful memories for them.

"Remember to go back and tell you the fellow clansmen of the Duchy of Lotral, if you don't obediently give the Great Chief another 100,000 gold coins and 1,000 Warcraft crystal nuclei, the human merchant group will come once and our heroic barbarian warriors will grab it." Alan didn't forget to splash dirty water on the Great Chief before leaving.

"Hey, what a bunch of hard-working coolies." Alan muttered to himself as he looked at the crowd that had slowly disappeared into the yellow sand.

The brothers, Babylon the Big and Zach Jr., walked up to him with a smile and a smile.

Little Zach looked heartless as always, and said with a smile: "Brother Allen, my father said that you want me to learn martial arts and fighting spirit from human warriors, right?" ”

Alan looked at the dirty little Zack, reached out and rubbed the other party's head with a doting face, and said to this barbarian who seemed to be his own brother: "Well, yes, little Zack, you have to work hard, the future of the Bloodhoof Tribe depends on you." ”

The reason why Alan is not in a hurry to let the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe learn together is precisely because, as Cologne said, fighting spirit is not something that can be cultivated overnight, although ordinary tribal warriors do not learn martial arts and battle formation skills, but the daily grinding of muscles and bones and exercise strength can never be left behind.

He didn't want to put the cart before the horse, and most importantly, he felt that with the elm heads of most barbarian warriors, it was impossible to be smarter than ordinary humans, if the threshold of fighting spirit was really so low and easy to learn, human soldiers would have already added their fighting spirit and dominated the Saint Cassis continent.

Alan simply explained a few words, and sent the two to Cologne.

Cologne was ready to stay in Shajiabang because he agreed to Allen and accepted a Warcraft crystal nucleus, just now he did not leave the tribe with the other merchant guards, but moved into a relatively comfortable tent and waited.

He wasn't in a hurry, after all, he hadn't been paid in full, and the remaining two Demon Beast Crystal Nuclei, he thought about it day and night, wishing that the barbarians were all fighting geniuses, and he would have gotten paid to leave earlier.

Those who did not leave with the escort of the human merchant group were not only Cologne, but also the high-level water magician Duff.

Duff, who lives in the center of the three animal pens, has settled down to live like a pig every day after the initial struggles and struggles.

At this time, Duff was blowing at the two tribal warriors who were guarding him.

"I'll tell you two, the waist of the elf beauty, gently shake it, oops, that taste, the skin seems to be out of the water." Duff was fascinated, as if he had really touched an elven beauty.

And the two tribal warriors sitting on the ground next to him, one of them was fascinated by it, his face was saliva, and he asked with a yearning on his face: "The skin of the elf girl is really tender?" ”

"Cut, or you two are barbarians who haven't seen the world." Du Fu said with a look of disdain: "Not only the water with tender skin, but also the water below, hahahaha." "After saying that, you showed a look that you know.

Another barbarian warrior waved his hand impatiently and said: "I said old Duf, why do I think that the elf girls who fall down when the wind blows have no taste, like our barbarian girls, the big ass as big as the grinding plate is enough to taste, and the thick waist, pinch hard, the fat on the waist is oily, that tastes so much." ”

Allen, who had just walked into the tent, happened to hear what the three of them said, and said in his heart, why did this human mage look the same as the old butler Lacey? Magicians have this quality.

Isn't the impression that magicians are all the most rigorous atheists, all of them are erudite?

Erudite and talented, just like Dove?

If he hadn't seen Duff float into the air with his magic and use water magic to sneak up on him, he really suspected that this obscene old man in front of him was more like a veteran old rascal than a human magician.