Feeling the surging magic power in his body, Alan looked absentmindedly at the many chiefs under the altar, and explained in a few words: "Whenever the moon is full in the Savage Ancient Plains, the wizards and chiefs of various tribes can come to the Bloodhoof camp to worship the gods, and the tribe with more than 1,000 warriors under his command can send ten tribal underage children to receive guidance in martial arts and magic. ”

Seeing everyone whispering below, and even some people showing disappointment, Alan spoke again: "Every year in the cold winter month, any fellow clan with barbarian blood can come to the Bloodhoof camp to worship the statue of the god of war. ”

Many chiefs showed a look of satisfaction on their faces, but Manstein smiled bitterly, looking at Allen's treacherous face, he found that a large group of chiefs who only knew bare-chested to fight the chiefs were not the opponents of the Bloodhoof Chieftain at all, and these mallets didn't want to think about it, what was the cold winter moon on the wild ancient plains, the sand and wind gusted everywhere, who the fuck who, no matter how pious he was, he didn't have enough spare strength, the closest Nighthawk tribe from here was okay, and the tribe farthest away from here had to walk for at least two days and three nights, In that kind of bad weather situation, the slightest mistake can kill you on the way.

Alan saw Manstein's wry smile and handed him a tacit look.

Secretly thought: Hehe, in the Great Wasteland, not to mention other tribes, even the Great Chief Tribe does not have a statue of the god of war, our Bloodhoof Camp is unique, almost everyone in the Great Wilderness is a devout believer in the God of War Kakalu, as time goes by, the Bloodhoof Camp will become a holy place in the Great Wilderness in the future, a holy place for all grassroots gods of war to worship, no way, no matter the believers in any god in the Saint Cassis Continent, they are too religious, this is the value and place of religion.

Alan understands that scarcity is precious, and the more you can't get it, the more mysterious it is, the more everyone cares, if the God of War statue and the creatures of Hammer Fort break the Iron Hammer, then there are lonely people at the gate of Hammer Fort, I believe that no warrior will care.

But if you look at it from another angle, even if the broken hammer doesn't work at all, even if it's a condom that leaks after three or four uses, as long as it's mysterious enough, as long as there are enough gimmicks, it will still become a holy relic that everyone in the dwarf clan wants to see.

Therefore, Allen's intention is very simple, a statue of a god with a few tons of steel and stone plus some magical elements to rough Laneige, constantly adding a veil of mystery to the Bloodhoof camp, and can also split the already unstable ruling power of the Great Chief Tribe.

Allen understands this truth, as a hundred thousand barbarians and the big man in the Great Wasteland, why doesn't Manstein understand?

Not only did Manstein understand, but Tatar Wren and some of the chiefs whose brains were spinning faster understood Alan's intentions after a little thought.

But what about understanding, Manstein went to expose Allen's little tricks?

The only consequence of this is that the Great Chief will end up with the name of a villain and a villain.

As for Tatar and Wren, the two of them didn't have the heart to poke Allen, they were completely subdued by Allen, and the bloody hoof camp was purely an iron bucket, asking for people and people, equipment and equipment, technology and technology, and people were big enough to leave everyone alone, I believe that by that time, most tribes would not be on their side.

As for the chiefs of the other tribes, even if they can figure it out, they won't care, because all they care about now is how to curry favor with Old Zach and the Bloodhoof tribe, and get some benefits to go back to the tribe to live a good life for a few days.

Except for Manstein, the fastest head in the crowd must be Giselle's father, Gonzalez, the number two of the Barbarian Great Chieftain Tribe.

However, Gonzalez was not in the mood to care so much, he always felt that his eldest daughter and Chief Bloodhoof had another story to tell, crouching in the corner and suffering from gains and losses.

"Okay, that's it, for other specific questions and details, you can go to the chief elder of the tribe, Monttal. Zach deliberated. With a wave of his hand, Alan stepped off the altar.

After stepping down from the altar, Alan ignored the crowd below and quickly left, handing Old Zach an apologetic look before leaving.

There was no way, he was in a hurry to find out what was going on in his body, and since he crossed over, he was scared of these inexplicable things.

The dumbfounded old Zack looked at the departing Allen, and was instantly overwhelmed by the figures of many chiefs, and a group of rough old men shouted loudly and almost didn't quarrel with the old chieftain who inspired the bloody hoof battle ring.

Looking at the group of chiefs who licked their old faces and made demands, Old Zack wondered if he would blow a few whistles and call the giant clawed tree to death.

If you want to say that you can't do it without saying a word, old Zach doesn't blink his eyes, but the relatively high-tech work such as public relations diplomacy and material distribution is not at all something that the old chief can do, not to mention that he can't, and all the barbarian warriors in the tribe can't.

This is the same as a beggar and a monopoly, the monopoly gives the beggar a billion and asks him to watch it, you can give it away or invest it, what do you let the beggar do?

Of course, old Zach is the beggar who is suddenly so arrogant that he is at a loss.

Sometimes old Zach was thinking before he went to bed, what the hell, when will the Bloodhoof tribe actually allow every warrior to take a bath every day? When will the Bloodhoof Tribe be able to fight the Guardian Beast and pick it at will? When will the Bloodhoof Tribe be able to pile tons of steel all over the ground? When will the Bloodhoof Tribe be able to completely defeat the Iron Horse Legion of the Papal Pagan Raiders?

Later, the elder Zach simply stopped dwelling on these things, because he felt that if he continued to think about it like this, the things he couldn't figure out would accumulate until he collapsed.

Dylan, the chief of the Nighthawk tribe, who had a good relationship with Old Zack, put his arm around Old Zack's shoulders, and the lion opened his mouth and said: "Three siege crossbows, there are more than forty underage children in our tribe, how about sending them all at once?" By the way, the Wasteland Storm Bear is given to me. No, no, I almost forgot about it, so how about getting a few chibra cubs and giant gray lion cubs to send me there. ”

Old Zach looked at Dylan Sr. dumbfounded, and didn't speak for a long time.

Old Dylan, who had no face and no skin, changed his face and said viciously: "Old Zach, have you forgotten which tribe secretly sent you food and animal skins when the whole wasteland isolated your bloody hooves? Did that old guy Gonzalez tell you, but we were the first of the Nighthawk tribe to answer the call to battle to help you guard Roaring Hollow. ”

Old Zach, who wanted to spray Nighthawk Dylan's face, was completely speechless when he heard the other party say this.

Most of the savage people are honest, especially Old Zack, although he is not stupid, but he is very affectionate and righteous, hearing what the other party said, he can't directly say no, but Nighthawk Dylan said that none of the requests Alan wants him to agree.

Not to mention the father Mo Ruozi, little Zack ran over awkwardly, opened his mouth to call Uncle to Nighthawk Dylan, and after secretly giving his father a look, he enthusiastically took Nighthawk Dylan's big hand and walked aside.

Old Zack looked at the stupid son who couldn't help but turn around and grimace at him, believing that he would not let the Bloodhoof camp suffer, after all, little Zack had learned a lot by following Allen.

Old Zach doesn't know if this phenomenon is good or bad, except for Little Zach, a group of barbarian warriors such as Big Babylon have become smarter and smarter recently... Or cunning?

But a large group of chiefs hula-la-snug old Zach again, and he couldn't afford to think so much useless.

And at this time, in a corner where no one was, little Zach changed his appearance as a sensible junior, and almost had a myocardial infarction to Nighthawk Dylan.

"Persuade the other tribes to form five noble tribes, and Bloodhoof wants to occupy one of the seats, and send you three spine sword tiger cubs?"

"Little Zach, your father doesn't dare to say that, the three-headed spine sword tiger cub asked me to offend Manstein and the Great Chief Tribe?"

"Forget it, I'm sure the Blood Snake Tribe will agree to this request."

"Billy, that guy isn't stupid, little Zach, are you bluffing me?"

"Hehe, anyway, five hundred people and ten days' rations, one young beast can be exchanged, I think he agrees or not."

"What, all tribes need cubs in exchange for rations?"

Little Zach looked at Nighthawk Dylan with a disgusted expression, old guy, you are stupid, how can there be such a good thing in the world, give it to you for nothing? Dream about it!

After thinking about so many rations, and thinking about the young beast of the Spine Sword Tiger that could become a battle guardian beast 100 percent。。。。。 Nighthawk Dylan is completely tangled!

Little Zach urged impatiently: "Dylan Big Tree, hurry up, if Big Brother Allen comes back in a while, it will not be the current condition." ”

Nighthawk Dylan slapped little Zach on the back of the head and said viciously, "Fuck, let your kid get a hole!" ”

Alan walked briskly into the stone house where Conslet lived, and found that there was no one else in the house, not even the few apprentices who were almost inseparable from him.

Seeing Conslet's nervousness for the first time, Alan smiled evilly and asked, "Master, why don't you test my magic cultivation?" ”

Conslet gave him a blank look and scolded with a rare smile, "Dina has already told me that she thinks I am as stupid as the magician who was killed in the Outpost because of your magic martyrdom. ”

"Dina's broken mouth is really leaking everywhere." Alan smiled, not caring about being exposed by the other party's little trick.

But Eren was just joking, he wasn't like the Bloodhoof Camp that had just been built and shattered, who knows how much magic he had in his body now.

"To get back to the point, if I ask you something, you have to tell me honestly." Sitting on the stone table, Conslet continued, "Do you believe in otherworldly gods? ”

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that the other party's appearance was not like anything, Conslet pondered for a moment and then asked again, "Or I can ask you if you are a native of the St. Cassis continent." ”

Conslet

"Hey, hey." Alan laughed dryly, neither denying nor admitting it.

How smart Constant was, he laughed dryly, walked up to Alan, stared at Alan's pupils with his eyes, and only after a moment did he say, "Ancient Magic Element, that's right." ”

As a sub-saint-level magician with the strength to tear space, Conslett has been shuttling through major planes all year round to find magic apprentices who can learn the dark and dark dual system, whether it is the low demon world of the Green Goblin clan, or the deserted unknown plane, even the biggest rival in the St. Cassis Continent, he has been to the demon plane of the demon race, but he can't figure out which plane Alan is, or what race, after all, Alan is undoubtedly the human race, nothing more than a nobleman of the Rock Kingdom, It's just too strong, more like a gladiator than a nobleman.

"What do you mean?" Faced with Conscient's inquiry, Alan directly began to pretend to be stupid.

He knew that this was his biggest secret, and after crossing over, even Dina, who was closest to him, he never revealed the slightest bit about his identity.

It's ridiculous to think about it, when he was in Outpost County, because he protected Dina and fought against the bears of the Beamon clan, he was inexplicably favored by Kaos in danger, and since then he has gained a dragon power, but he also let the Holy See label him as a son of chaos, and he was ranked first on the Holy See's wanted list, and was finally surrounded and suppressed by the Earth Dragon Legion led by Huront. It is estimated that now the Rock Kingdom and surrounding countries believe that he is the child of chaos and the embodiment of the demon of another world.

After crossing from the beast forest to the savage ancient plain, he settled in the Bloodhoof tribe, and after the coronation ceremony of the chieftain like child's play, he inexplicably comprehended the barbarian war ring and became the bloodhoof chief as a foreigner, and over time, all the Bloodhoof people regarded Eren as the savior of the tribe and the messenger sent by the great god Kakalu.

Later, in the Garnia Plains, he picked up the holy weapon hammer for some reason, and was unanimously considered by Master Dougan and De Niro of Hammer Keep to be the embodiment of the golden dwarves, with a glorious mission to protect the dwarves.

The son of the Grand Duke, the son of chaos, the chosen chief of the barbarian race, and the inheritor of the golden dwarf bloodline, so many titles that can't be beaten together are actually buckled on Allen's head.

Now that he has inexplicably absorbed the elements of ancient magic, Alan covered his head with some trouble.

In the face of Conslet's constant questioning, Alan didn't know how to explain, until now he was still in a state of confusion, and the sub-saint dark and dark dual magician in front of him also came to Bloodhoof with another purpose, and everyone was not familiar with it.

Alan had no choice but to ask rhetorically about the elements of ancient magic.

Constant sat down on his stool and took a sip of water before telling him everything he knew.

It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, on the continent of St. Cassis, the magic power existing in the space was very abundant, no matter what species at that time, you could summon the magic elements between heaven and earth for your own use, and the magic power advancement was also as easy as looking at the pattern, and then for some reason, the continent ushered in the first magic tide, the magic elements between heaven and earth began to change, and the magic elements in the space began to gradually thin, as if there was a law, every thousand years there was a magic tide, And there are fewer and fewer magical elements in the space, until now, except for the dragons and elves who can master magic by birth, the rate of other races that can directly grasp the power of the elements is less than one.

Nowadays, the San Cassis Continent and other planes, regardless of any elemental power, are extremely meticulously divided, just like the five systems of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth on the continent today, as well as the netherworld system and spiritual impact of the demon race.

As the name suggests, the ancient magic element only existed tens of thousands of years ago, and this magic element only has a general name and does not belong to any lineage, that is, it contains all the lineages.

Strictly speaking, there is no longer a space in the Saint Cassis Continent, and even if it exists, it is very thin, and for thousands of years, no magician has ever sensed this element, and the Holy Order is not good.

And now that a barbarian chieftain and a body of hob meat with a lot of strength have actually absorbed so many ancient magic elements, how can Conslet not be shocked.

"What do you mean? I'm bull B? Alan asked a little proudly, "I'm the number one in the whole continent?" ”

"Hmm!" Conslett nodded and continued, "Suffice it to say, as far as I know, you should be the first person in nearly a thousand years. ”

"Aha!" Alan asked proudly, "Then what level do I belong to now?" ”

"I can't say for sure, because what I'm talking about is also known from some ancient books."

Conslett was a little strange, how could a magician not even know his own rank, but thinking of this ancient element, he didn't know much about it, shook his head and looked at Alan again.

Seeing this human nobleman with a body of tendons and flesh comparable to that of a barbarian, Conslet really couldn't understand how such a guy could become a magician.

"And what level are you now?"

"Me?" Alan smiled a little embarrassedly, and said very shyly: "Magic apprentice, hehe! ”

"Poof!" Conslet's mouthful of water squirted to the ground: "Is it a magic apprentice?" ”

Alan continued embarrassedly: "And a spell won't be released. ”

Conslett was completely speechless, this guy in front of him was really a freak, I originally thought it was the same as myself, a rare magic double cultivation wizard, but I didn't expect it...

Thinking that he had compared the fool in front of him to himself, Conslet suddenly felt very unworthy.

Waving his hand weakly, Conslet said helplessly: "But the ancient magic element is not trivial, you try to use magic to see if you can release some apprentice-level spells." ”

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I can't cast a spell."

After saying that, Alan looked at Conslet's expression like a dead fish, and felt that the current atmosphere was really too embarrassing.

Thinking that he had become the first magician to master the ancient magic elements in thousands of years, Alan instantly became full of confidence, and said with a proud face: "It's okay, after Lao Tzu completely understands what this ancient magic element is, he will kill the Holy Order in minutes in the future." ”

"Haha!" Conslet looked at Alan with a mocking expression, and asked playfully, "So, Ancient Saint-Order Magician, who will teach you to use Ancient Spells?" ”

Alan is completely dumbfounded, damn, he's a chicken rib.