When Alan was urged by Conslet to return to Bloodhoof Camp, the good mood disappeared without a trace.

"What are you fools doing?" Allen didn't give any face at all and scolded: "What's the matter, I don't dare to hang you on a tree anymore because of Old Zack protecting you?" ”

Giselle hurriedly came over and pinched Lao Wang's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Don't be angry, listen to your father and explain first." ”

Allen, who has always been a donkey, had his ears blown crispy and numb by Giselle, and his face suddenly smiled, and he stepped forward and took Gonzalez's hand affectionately and said, "Why are you here, sit down, sit down quickly, you're welcome." ”

Gonzalez looked at Giselle stupidly, and then at Allen with a suspicious expression.

Alan coughed in embarrassment.

To be honest, he himself didn't know when he had become so close to Giselle, and since the sheigold had saved his life, both of them had been embarrassed at first.

Later, Alan, who couldn't stand the jokes full of meat, kept teasing the two delicate beauties along the way.

Both of them are quite late, but the reaction is one day and one place.

Cana is like this: Hahahahaha, you are really shameless, how can you tell such a blatant joke to others. It's so annoying hahahahaha. Hahaha.

Giselle is like this: hahahahaha, hahaha, I heard this many years ago, hahaha, come, haha I will give you a more yellow one.

Not to mention that one is the eldest princess goddess-like existence of the royal family, and the other is a female dick born in the Great Wasteland.

Along the way, Alan also rarely took care of the injured Giselle, as a barbarian, Giselle also let Alan take advantage of him, the two of them went all the way, the relationship heated up sharply, Alan had nothing to eat two tofu, and Giselle just scolded two sentences and was not angry.

As soon as Gonzalez sat down, Alan suddenly saw Johnny, a miniature version of the giant, behind the camp, and his face pulled down again.

Tatar and Wren saw the Bloodhoof Chieftain, whose face changed for a moment, his blood pressure going up and down.

To say that at the beginning, although they were reluctant, they also brought the three major tribe warriors to the rescue, originally wanting to help the Bloodhoof tribe through this crisis, and then put on a savior face, and then make a request.

But since entering the Bloodhoof camp, I saw the battle lineup and battle configuration of others。。。。。

A few high-ranking barbarians couldn't pretend anymore, and honestly held up the dwarven monocular to humbly observe the battle situation, ready to carefully study and study the extent to which the Bloodhoof tribe had developed.

Later, when he saw the excellent weapons of the Bloodhoof tribe showing their might, the council elder Wren, the great elder of the wasteland, grabbed the hand of the wife of the great Babylon and did not let go, licking the old face and wanting several sets of armor and weapons made by the dwarves.

Liv, the wife of the big Babylon, who has been promoted to the big butler of the camp logistics, is that just a casual letting the family take advantage of her, and she is full of vindictiveness, and an over-the-shoulder fall that inherited Allen almost didn't break Billy Rayne's old arm.

Wren, one of the Great Elders of the Council, although he is not a combatant, he is also a barbarian warrior, and his brute strength is not inferior to that of an ordinary warrior.

It's a pity that Liv has two masters, one is Cologne, who taught him to be vindictive, and the other is Allen, who teaches women's self-defense.

Wren, who was embarrassed in front of so many people, immediately became furious, and shouted that he wanted the Blood Snake Tribe warriors to teach this barbarian old lady who didn't know what to do.

It's a pity not to mention the Blood Serpent Tribe warriors, even the chief Billy shrank his head and didn't hear it.

There was no way, the situation was stronger than people, and a group of dwarves who were watching the excitement had already raised their bows and crossbows and aimed them at Billy and his warriors.

Billy wasn't stupid, for he had heard a dwarf say that the little crossbow in their hand was not only poisonous, but also aimed at half-petrified skin and uneyed creatures.

Billy thinks that he is half-petrified himself, but he can't stop seeing it, and if he takes both of them, he probably won't be far from death.

Liv, who looks like a miniature version of Storm Bear, pulls out the deadbolt that usually beats Babylon and gives Wren a turn with a stick.

The Tatar and others who watched this scene at the beginning were dumbfounded, who are the people of this bloodhoof tribe, and the old ladies in a camp who are watching supplies are so brave?

Tatar also covered his face, too lawless, too untreatable to treat us as human beings, an old lady who looks at the management of materials dares to attack the elders, and Wren has not beaten anyone yet.

Later, the battle began, and Wren, who was focused on observing the battle, began to rejoice that he was not too stiff just now。。。。。

The Bloodhoof tribe was devastated, and the beaten Iron Horse Beast Legion was defeated and retreated.

And those Iron Horse Beast Legions who came prepared, let alone fight back, except that the initial cavalry charge was a little more terrifying, and then they were like dead dogs and let the Bloodhoof people grab them and beat them to death.

Especially the giant clawed tree, which is specially armored.

How wide is the Bloodhoof Tribe, and how much steel does it take for such a big-headed beast?

Others don't know, can the people of Wren not know, to put it nicely, the barbarian warrior does not violate the fighting spirit of the god of war, and he will be shirtless as soon as he fights.

But then again, these high-level people don't feel like Spiegel in their hearts, isn't it because of a poor word, if they are rich, who uses this kind of nonsense to fool the barbarian warriors, the barbarian warriors are also real, and most of them really believe in this.

But if you don't believe it, you can't help it, you can't afford to eat, where will the steel and craftsmen make weapons and armor for you.

The giant clawed tree with armor was beaten by the attack of the Iron Rider Beast to the high-level demonic beast, and even several barbarian high-level leaders in the same camp felt worthless for this extremely precious high-level demonic beast.

The equipment is excellent, the armor is hard, the weapons are sharp, the fighting methods are fierce, the battle formations are stable, and the combat methods are novel.

These barbarian high-level leaders have opened their eyes, and even Gonzalez, an alien who often mixes with human countries, is more than amazed.

Especially Wren, when he thought that he wanted the Blood Snake Tribe to rush up and subdue the fierce old lady just by pulling his throat, his own group of people were fighting like hooligans, and compared to the warriors of the Bloodhoof Camp, formal, tacit, and forbidden,

Wren felt really embarrassed, an old blush and something.

A few high-ranking barbarians holding dwarven monoculars, seeing that victory was imminent, reinforcements from the Holy See actually rushed over, and they were worried and ready to let the warriors of the three major tribes go out to help.

Especially Johnny, who has red eyes, can't bear it anymore, and he still has no place to spill his belly.

Gonzalez felt that Johnny's eyes were so red, probably not because of the imminent war, but because of jealousy.

Because Tatar and Wren's eyes were as red as Johnny's.

The warriors were ready to rush out of the camp, and then the Bloodhoof Chieftain, who had caused several barbarian high-ranking people to gnash their teeth, appeared.

When a few high-ranking members of the barbarian clan first rushed to help, they expected the attitude of the Bloodhoof Patriarch to be humble, pleading, and regretting the expression of regret for offending a few people at the beginning.

These barbarian high-level officials have even rehearsed their expressions to deal with, not only to put on a face that adults don't remember villains, but also to severely criticize this Bloody Hoof Chief not to treat the village chief as a cadre.

It's a pity that since they entered the Bloodhoof camp, they felt that everything that happened was completely different from what they had imagined, and instead of being grateful, they were met with disgust.

However, they are still self-aware, and they have hundreds of bare-chested warriors with no arms, and compared to the fighting methods of the Bloodhoof Camp, it is indeed very humiliating and disgusting.

It wasn't until they saw the Bloodhoof tribe and the Iron Riders beating up the Iron Riders like dead dogs that they understood why Karn said they were here to cause trouble.

When the Bloodhoof Chieftain who had insulted them appeared, it was like the return of a king, stepping on the giant skeleton, and dozens of plain giants behind him, a face that seemed to be smiling was more arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't take the Holy See reinforcements seriously at all.

After seeing dozens of giants, and then thinking of the luxurious strength of the Bloodhoof Tribe today, the barbarian senior old god Tatar, suddenly felt that he should change the mysterious scroll when he went back, should he draw it for himself, should it be drawn next to the Bloodhoof Chief, it is best to look like he is fighting side by side with the Bloodhoof Chief, so that it will be more face-saving to take it out in the future, and it will be good to have a good relationship with the Bloodhoof Tribe in the future.

Later, the blind dragon made a move, and Tatar felt that he might not draw next to the Bloodhoof Chieftain, because someone might occupy that position, and he couldn't cut it like a sword that opened the world.

Several high-ranking barbarians were also broad-minded masters, and at a glance, they could see that the blind man who slashed the Holy See's reinforcements with a sword was the Terran Sword Saint known as the Blind Dragon.

Sword Saint, that's an extreme powerhouse who is regarded as a guest wherever he goes.

Forget about the giants, the Sword Saints actually help the Bloodhoof Tribe.

If the appearance of the giants and the sword master had already made several barbarian high-ranking people put their identities to the minimum, when Ben Conslett forced Bishop Lando away, they had already put down their last of their reserves, and they admired the foresight of the Great Chief and the Great Prophet.

Conslet is not a veteran pretending to be a repeat offender who has many years of experience in pretending to be B and has left countless legends, and if he doesn't make a move, he will summon two swords of his true name.

How have a few high-ranking barbarians seen this, if you want to say that the blind dragon sword saint has also heard Gonzalez say it before.

But this magician in a robe, this raised his hand to tear the space and summon lightning and shoot arrows, what kind of cultivator does this have to be? At the very least, it has to be a holy order, right?

Several barbarian high-level people were excited, and their whole bodies were full of excitement, like a bitter ghost who had repaid the loan for eight years, and suddenly picked up the two-color ball that won the first prize, and it was still a double-entry addition.

As far as the current lineup of Bloodhoof is concerned, do you still need to pray for the Western Diocese to help the Great Chief Tribe, and do you still use it to kneel and lick the Holy See, and whoever steps into the Great Wilderness in the future will not provide some food and weapons or something, and directly let the Bloodhoof tribe beat them to death。。。。。。。。

It's a pity that their ideas are too good, when a few people greeted the Bloodhoof Chief with a flattering smile and returned victorious, in the face of a group of barbarian high-level leaders, it was Allen who did not give face as always, scolded as always, and scolded as always.

"Damn it, there's not enough branches hanging outside, is it?" Alan pointed at Tatar's nose and scolded, "What did you draw again?" Which one are you going to play? ”

Several high-ranking barbarian people, like schoolchildren being trained, lowered their heads and salivaed Allen.

Gonzalez was just about to explain, but Allen's finger almost didn't poke his nose: "And you, just you, you're the worst, a bad stomach, old coffin scoop." ”

Giselle and the docile little daughter-in-law kept patting Allen on the back gently, for fear of making Allen angry, and glanced at his father with a blaming face.

Gonzalez looked at Giselle, half speechless... I... I didn't say anything, I...