One by one, all the chiefs looked at the figure of the hippie smiling face flirting with Giselle, and their hearts were shocked.

Alan took the lead and applauded.

A large group of chiefs stupidly followed and began to applaud.

Tilda's face was a little blushing, it was the first time she had enjoyed the applause of others, and the corners of her eyes were moist while glancing at Alan gratefully.

You must know that when the beast elves used to mess with Mourinho, even if they had great achievements, no one would applaud and cheer for them, as if whatever they did was deserved, there was no admiration, no applause, and no recognition and respect.

However, the chieftains were also wrong, believing that the boulders exploded because of the strange arrows Tilda fired.

The stupid chiefs clapped and looked at Allen.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Alan laughed wildly and shouted: "What a fucking magician, what a fucking fighting warrior, Lao Tzu announced today that the human race is not a fart in the eyes of our bloody hooves." ”

Orpheus coughed twice unnaturally, but he thought a little gloomily that the Bloodhoof Chief was right, the reason why the magician is so respected is because of the long-range strike ability, and now the Bloodhoof Tribe also has this, as for the Fighting Warrior, let alone mention, there are no less than three digits who died in the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and I didn't see any threat to the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Only then did Alan realize that he had said the wrong thing, and he touched his head in embarrassment and shouted: "No, what fucking Beamon sacrifice, what fucking Beamon giant beast, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, it's not a fart." ”

Orpheus's throat was a little dry, and he looked back at Ronningt and whispered, "How can Camp Bloodhoof have such a fine trebuchet?" ”

"Master Fan Di currently plays for Bloodhoof Camp."

"Oh, that's it." Orpheus said with a strong iron and steel: "Didn't you serve your southern diocese before, why did you run into the Bloodhoof camp?" ”

Ronningt blinked innocently, I didn't know, I thought this old guy was dead before I came to Bloodhoof Camp.

Orpheus asked again: "The Holy See also supports many geometricians, how long will it take to imitate this trebuchet that can be assembled at any time?" ”

Ronningt shook his head and said: "The trebuchet is very easy, even if it can't be completely imitated, the functions are almost the same, the difficulty is in the raw materials." ”

"Raw materials?" Orpheus looked at the eight trebuchets not far away.

"Yes, the Bloodhoof Tribe doesn't use ropes, but the skin of a prehistoric serpent."

Orpheus's eyes lit up, he had seen the horned wing python, and he had also seen Alan carry the horned wing python's neck to make him grow up and shed his skin, and now there was still a lot of piled up in the middle of the camp, and if he opened his mouth, he might be able to come some, but maybe the Holy See would be bleeding again.

However, Lonningt continued with some disappointment: "Boulders can be found everywhere, and they are easy to polish, but the problem is that the liquid in those small bottles that can burn and explode is unknown, and Chief Alan is very strict about this material and how it is made. ”

Orpheus sighed, no wonder the Bloodhoof Chief could swagger out to show off, it turned out that someone else couldn't do it even if he wanted to imitate it.

Lonningt was also very depressed, the dignified human overlord Holy See, actually wanted to imitate a weapon made by a barbarian camp, and he couldn't imitate it, who would believe it.

Orpheus asked with red eyes: "Then it's okay to form an air force, the power of this kind of intensive bombing of the air force is too terrifying, and the Holy See must form one, no, ten air forces." ”

Ronningt spread his hands and shook his head helplessly.

Orpheus wanted to kill when he saw Lonningt's expression, and asked viciously: "Don't tell me that even the air force can't imitate it, order a hundred griffins in the major dioceses, and fifty horned eagles in each of the dependent countries, and move quickly." ”

"Your Son... Griffins and Hippogriffs do exist, and they're easy to train, but don't forget, we don't have teleportation props, those dwarves all carry portable teleportation props, and someone in the camp throws that kind of small bottle into the portal, and the griffins are equivalent to a mobile portal in the air, and we can't imitate this. ”

Orpheus asked weakly, "Then you say, what else can we have?" ”

Lonningte's face was helpless, what else can we have, we are the Holy See, the overlord of the southern side of the continent, the suzerainty of dozens of human countries, hundreds of millions of believers and dozens of legions, what are we comparing with a barbarian tribe, Lord Holy Son, you are a demonic barrier, right?

Orpheus kicked the gravel on the ground hard, and looked at Alan with envy and hatred as he began to hook up with Cana.

"Why did this guy touch all the good things!"

Lonningt nodded in agreement, the southern diocese of the special was wiped out, and as a result, nothing was fished, this guy went to the Beamon military camp for a walk, and he took out all the money of Mourinho, which is too unreasonable.

And it was taken out, and it was taken out, and it was easy to accept a large group of beast elf marksmen, so I didn't say anything, I walked away, and before leaving, I also dismantled and packed the gate and city wall of the Holy Light Fort and took it away.

If you want to talk about other forces, even if there are a few other human powers or big chieftain tribes, the old face of the Holy See licks and stretches out his big hand, at least the other party can even out half of the meaning, after all, the face of the Holy See is very valuable.

It's a pity that if it's Bloodhoof Camp, then it's a different story.

Because the Bloodhoof Chieftain is a complete hob meat, he dared to offend the Holy See when he was still the commander of the light pole, and later became the chief of a small broken tribe, and he was crazy, and they all began to dare to beat the Iron Horse Beast Legion, not to mention that now there are so many top-notch weapons of war, it is estimated that now he even dares to beat the Great Pope.

Not to mention that the Holy See stretched out his hand to ask for it, it is estimated that the Holy Father has appeared since his arrival, and the Bloodhoof Chieftain may not give face.

Although this guy is a pure human nobleman, he does not believe in the Holy Father.

If you don't believe in the Holy Father, you say that you are a barbarian chieftain, and you don't even believe in the fucking Kakaru God of War, anyway, Ronningt saw this guy peeing under the Kakaru statue one night, saying that he is a believer in Kakalu God of War, who the fuck believes it.

And this guy still belongs to the master of the goose plucking, it would be good not to take advantage of others, let alone find him to fight the autumn wind.

Alan saw that his muscles were finished, and there was no need to demonstrate them all, so that these chiefs would know how big our Bloodhoof Camp fist was, so as not to cause chaos for themselves when the North and South clans were in a big war.

In the future war between the northern and southern tribes, although the Holy See will be dominated by the human race, the strength of the 80,000 barbarians cannot be ignored, since this is the case, it is a question who will lead so many tribes at that time.

Originally, the Great Chieftain Tribe was supposed to be responsible for this matter, but as the only Bloodhoof tribe that had defeated the Beamon Cheng Formation Legion, there was a disagreement with the Great Chieftain tribe and others, and even Manstein, who had an unclear attitude, was not very confident that the Bloodhoof tribe would fight alone, let alone divide several tribes under the command of Allen.

The meaning of the big chieftain tribe is that the wasteland is the territory of Lao Tzu, and all the tribes on the territory are my little brother, so Lao Tzu has the final say.

What Eren means is that several of the big bosses of the Great Chief Tribe are all rubbish, and we don't care about the other tribes, anyway, our Bloodhoof Tribe won't listen to a bunch of rubbish commands.

If you want to fool an uneducated barbarian who doesn't know a big word, or pretend to be a ghost, the big chief tribe is definitely the first in the wasteland.

But when it comes to foreign wars or large-scale battles, the big chieftain tribe is indeed self-aware, knowing that a few catties and a few taels are completely inadequate, originally thinking of following the Holy See to fight Taiping Boxing, but unfortunately they are worried about being used as cannon fodder.

At this time, the role of the Bloodhoof tribe is highlighted, not because of their proud record of zero casualties, but because the bloodhoof tribe has never suffered a loss under the leadership of the chief Allen, and has been making a lot of war money.

Therefore, Manstein and the other high-ranking members of the Great Chieftain tribe were ready to let Alan help with advice, but it was only for advice.

Allen usually adapts to this kind of thing, let alone large-scale battles, and he doesn't know how to deal with local conflicts.

He didn't know much about the Beamon orcs, but this didn't prevent him from bragging about Manstein and the others, so he wanted to take command of the whole thing, although he might waste time with the high-level of the Great Chief tribe when he really encountered a critical moment.

How could the Great Chief Tribe hastily hand over the command to him, in case Alan was unhappy with the Great Chief Tribe and directly copied it to the Great Chief Tribe.

In the end, the Great Chieftain tribe decided that if necessary, it would let other tribes support it under Allen's jurisdiction, depending on the situation.

But that's enough, but before you accept the younger brother, you have to let others know how much strength you have as the boss, so Alan made such a show.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, a large group of chiefs were also shocked, and Allen shouted three requests to the chiefs of various tribes.

The first is the unified distribution of supplies, and the weapons and armor transported by the Holy See are distributed by the Great Chieftaincy tribe.

The second is that if it is necessary for battle, no matter who is under the jurisdiction of the Bloodhoof Tribe, they must obey the leadership of Allen.

The third is that they must not fight on their own, even if they have fewer troops, and without the orders of the Great Chief Tribe, they cannot fight with each other.

Alan actually still cares about the second requirement, but the barbarians are just such a few people, and there is nothing left to die casually, and he doesn't want other tribes to die in vain, and it is not a fantasy that 80,000 barbarians will be wiped out in a minute in a large-scale melee of millions of legions.

A large group of chiefs have no objection to Allen's request, anyway, you have the final say.

"Malgobi, I almost forgot, and the most important thing, I hope that the warriors of all tribes will be able to hold out until the end of the battle."

A large group of chiefs sighed with emotion, looking at the Bloodhoof Chieftains, who cared more about the lives of the warriors than we did.

Alan then shouted, "If there is really no way, each tribe must keep at least one person, at least one." ”

A large group of chiefs remembered what Allen said about the one hundred and thirteen sixty totems, none of which could be missing, and suddenly sighed, this is what humans often call the inheritance of the torch.

"Leave a living mouth, after defeating Beamon, send me the teleportation crystal back, don't forget it." Alan shouted with a white face.

A whole bunch of chiefs when he's been farting。。。。。。。

Conslet, who was standing on the top floor of the Magic Tower, cursed for the first time: "Fuck, you can finally speak a human word." ”