As for her master's future return to the Bloodhoof Tribe, instead of staying in Sadido or continuing to travel, Cana said with some understanding: "Is it because master, you want the wasteland to be the first line of the fight against Beamon?" ”

The Blind Dragon Sword Saint nodded and said: "Yes, the Holy See will never let the flames of war burn to the hinterland of the southern continent, even if the losses are heavy, it will stop the Beamon orcs in the Barbarian Ancient Plains, your master and I are lucky to become one of the four great sword saints of the continent, how can we miss this great war, and it is funny, I sometimes have the illusion that Allen, this little guy, is the key to defeating Beamon, and following him is far more exciting than following the Holy See to protect those magicians." ”

Hearing the master say such an exaggerated remark, Jana was slightly surprised.

She didn't underestimate Eren or Bloodhoof Camp, whether it was personal bravery or local battle command, Eren was the best and best person she had ever met, and would always come up with some unbelievable ways to fight, and every time the result would be surprising and secretly admirable.

This guy seems to have a paranoid love for swords and innovative ways of fighting, and in his eyes, guerrilla warfare and endless intrigue seem to be the right way to fight, not the upright back and forth between the two armies.

But no matter how strong Allen's individual combat strength is, he is not a sword master or a saint-level magician.

The Bloodhoof Tribe is now doubling its strength, and its role in the war between the North and the South is also very limited, which is nothing more than to avoid a frontal duplication with the large-scale army of Beamon, and then sneak attack the baggage troops or the vanguard army and the scout troops.

With the current battle lineup of the Bloodhoof Tribe, this is the only thing they can do now.

Even so, Beamon, who was outnumbered, would send heavy troops to follow the baggage troops, not to mention the vanguard army and scout troops that were extremely effective in their own right.

And in a large-scale battle, what determines the final direction is not countless local battle victories, but the two armies facing each other, who has more reserves, and then taking human lives to fill in the bones.

Looking at the continent of San Cassis with battle as the main theme, there are no less than a thousand battles of all sizes, but it is not for nothing that can really win with miracles, but there are too many objective factors, and these factors cannot be created by manpower.

If the battle was really that simple, the Holy See would not be so passive, and Orpheus would not have stayed in the Bloodhoof Camp as the Holy Son to win over the Great Chieftain Tribe.

And these battles in which fewer wins are often the smaller number of individual combat power of the other side is countless times stronger than the opponent, and the distant Cana does not know that there have only been two battles in which the less wins more in recent decades.

At one time, the four major tribes dispatched 1,000 warriors to fight against the 30,000 Holy See legions, and the battle line of the Holy See legions was too long, and the logistical baggage troops could not keep up, which eventually led to a strategic retreat after being hit hard in the wasteland.

Moreover, the barbarians of the wasteland suffered heavy losses, because they did not want to start a full-scale war with the Holy See, and the two sides only sent a small force to fight under restraint.

The big chieftain tribe only selected a thousand warriors, of which there were twenty-five chiefs who comprehended the barbarian battle ring alone, and the rest were all elite warriors of various tribes, not to mention many small tribes near the battlefield gags, although the battle took place on the home field of the barbarians and occupied the right time and place, but unfortunately after the battle, the barbarian battle loss rate was as high as eighty percent, even if it was a victory, it was a tragic victory.

Another time happened in the territory of the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect in the Far North, dozens of fierce battle sacrifices killed nearly a thousand Extreme North Human-Loving Snow Clan, this time there were more objective factors, when the battle started, the ice and snow and the wind in the sky made the lover unable to open his eyes, and he couldn't tell the direction, let alone find out where the enemy was, just standing in place and gathering blindly to be beaten.

However, the dozens of Goddess Cult Warrior Sacrifices are diametrically opposed, this kind of bad weather conditions is like a tiger with wings to them, just stand in place and throw magic to brush people's heads, anyway, the enemy can't find where you are, not to mention the countless wind and snow elements and the power of faith in the space waiting for them to mobilize and summon.

It's a pity that the Beamon orcs are not ordinary soldiers of the Holy See who have not mastered the fighting spirit, and without logistics, their morale will be low, and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

It's not a slow-moving bloodthirsty clan like a walking corpse, gathering together to suffer a baptism of magic.

Beamon's individual combat power was countless times stronger than that of ordinary soldiers, and their sacrificial power could completely rival the Terran magicians, not to mention the various beasts that were infused with sacrificial rites that were more than dozens of times larger in size.

Moreover, the contemporary Beamon Beast Emperor is even more eloquent, and while actively developing people's livelihood, he has also given many of the main battle races on the north side of the continent the identity of Beamon for his own use.

Mourinho is known as the No. 1 general in Bimon, and the reason for this is the frequency and high appearance rate of the headlines, because he has always led the foreign war, but who knows how many such all-round generals are in Bimon?

After all, every Bimon who comprehends the power of sacrifice will greatly improve their intelligence, not to mention those high-ranking nobles with authentic blood.

So Cana didn't understand why her master would come to such a conclusion, and he actually had so much confidence in Alan?

Although the Blind Dragon Sword Saint was half-joking and his tone was not firm, Jana knew that her master was not sure that he would not be convinced.

As if sensing that his apprentice was a little disbelieving, the old blind man smiled and said, "Why don't we make a bet." ”

Seeing that her master was rarely cynical, Jana coquettishly slapped the old blind man on the shoulders and asked, "What did you say about betting, what did you say, what if you lost, and what if you won?" ”

The old blind man snorted a few times with great enjoyment, and then said: "That's it, bet on Allen, this guy will definitely take the Bloodhoof tribe to beat the Beamon orcs, I dare not say that it can be more effective than the Holy See, but at least after the end of this war between the two races, the names of Allen and the Bloodhoof tribe will definitely be famous on the mainland for hundreds of years, maybe the victory belongs to the human race and the Holy See, but the greatness belongs to the Bloodhoof tribe, how about it?" ”

"Famous on the mainland for hundreds of years?" Jana snorted softly, looking incredulous.

Seeing that his apprentice was shocked, the old blind man said proudly: "How is it, dare you bet?" ”

"What if you lose, master?"

"If you don't say victory but you defeat first, it's no wonder that your fighting spirit cultivation has no progress." The old blind man pretended to continue: "If my Blind Dragon Sword Saint loses, after your brother takes power, he will live in the Sadido Palace to shock your family's bloodline. ”

When Cana heard her master say such words, she was a little unbearable, because she knew that her master loved to travel around and see all kinds of customs and customs on the continent, and with the capital of a sword saint, she was trapped in a small Duchy of Sadido, which was really unreasonable, what was the difference between that and a tiger being trapped in a prison.

Seeing that Cana was silent, the old blind man said confidently: "If I win, after your brother takes power, you can return to the Bloodhoof Tribe with me, I know that you have aspired to become the first female sword saint on the continent since you were a child, and there are too many mundane things to stay in Sadido, which is not conducive to your cultivation improvement." ”

Jia Na sighed leisurely and said: "Yes, the extravagant aristocratic life of the royal family will only make the apprentice's cultivation not advance but retreat, but the master is you, one of the four great sword saints of the continent is condescending to a barbarian tribe, don't you love to travel?" ”

"Hehe, why do you condescend? Although the Bloodhoof Tribe is small, it is full of strong people, not to mention Conslet, who has entered the Sanctuary with one foot, and the little guy's butler, Master Lacey, has also reached the cultivation level of a magic master for many years, not to mention the stupid thousand-year-old tree man, even I can't see how his cultivation is. After the old blind man finished speaking, he also sighed more and more in his heart: "And I think that staying in the Bloodhoof tribe is far more interesting than going out to travel, with my sword saint name, I may not meet an opponent when I walk the continent for several years, but following that little guy, it is much more exciting, I dare not say that this bastard has other abilities, but it is really a good hand to make enemies!" I've been living in vain for 60 years, and this is the first time I've seen this kind of guy who messes with whom. ”

Cana Jiao laughed and agreed, Allen's ability to cause trouble and make enemies is indeed extraordinary, at the beginning when he was just an unknown waste baron, he dared to unite with the Earth Walking Dragon Army to fight to the death, and he was not idle after coming to the Great Wasteland, offending the southern diocese while provoking the big chieftain tribe, and finally making both sides itch fiercely, and sent several lion tribes and human magicians to try to extinguish the blood hoof, and in the end, they all returned with heavy losses.

As the Bloodhoof camp gets stronger and stronger, it is obvious that it is no longer enough to provoke enemies of this level Allen, and this guy has begun to meddle in the battle between the army of Mourinho and the southern diocese, and now the names of Allen and the Bloodhoof tribe are estimated to have been listed in the Beamon Beast Emperor.

In this way, Alan was not satisfied, and began to refresh the height of his heart, this is not to study Sadido Black Jack every day, ready to figure out what the so-called demon is, if the knife is slashed, can it be hacked to death.

Thinking of the guy who didn't play according to the rules at all, Jana felt that if the civil strife in Sadidor was resolved, she would stay in the Bloodhoof Tribe for decades to come, even if it was a battlefield staff officer, as long as she could be by his side.

"Good boy, your body temperature has risen again!"

The old blind man said disrespectfully, which made Cana angry for a while.

The old blind man who was beaten by the girl's cute fist said with emotion: "Is it true that the martial arts path just stops at the cultivation of the Sword Saint?" Since I was a child, in order to climb the peak of kendo, I found that my eyes could only distract me from the world, so I self-destructed my eyes just to pursue the peak, and now although I am a sword master, I am ranked last among the four, but I am not discouraged, if I can't fight with the other three saints in my lifetime, then let me stay in the wilderness ancient plain to cultivate, looking for another higher unknown mountain. ”

Jia Na said with a little distress: "Master, in the eyes of the apprentice, you are the first person of the Four Saints!" ”

The old blind man laughed twice, shook his head and made a lonely appearance of a master, but he was also a little empty in his heart: the first person of the Four Saints, Lao Tzu is now in the Bloodhoof Camp, and there are two people who can live with me in two moves, one is the new Grand Butler of the Bloodhoof Camp, the Dark Grand Wizard Lacey, and the other is Rooney, who has recently advanced to the Magister as a druid, not to mention Conslett and the stupid tree shepherd, any one of these two people is estimated to be more than enough to clean up Lao Tzu.