When Gonzalez and Tatar left the Bloodhoof Tribe, their smiles turned to frowning.

Patting his somewhat stiff face, Tatar felt that the smile of his life was running out.

But there's no way, it's not okay not to laugh, because once he puts on his usual high shelf, the Bloodhoof Chief will definitely scold, or he will bury him in a weird way, and he will change his tricks without repetition.

He now regrets not being at the beginning every day, he had nothing to do with the forced palace before, which was grabbed by people with pigtails and kept burying all kinds of them.

If the palace is forced, isn't it unsuccessful, as for it, scold when you see it.

Gonzalez didn't notice Tatar's sad face, but he just shook his head and sighed, "Reckless, still too reckless." ”

"Hey, forget it, everything has happened, what's the use of thinking about it now."

Gonzalez glanced at Tatar and said worriedly: "Originally, the Bloodhoof tribe offended the Holy See to death, and now it has a mortal enmity with Beamon's side. Lun, what a reckless man. ”

Tatar didn't pay attention to him, only frowned slightly, looked back at the door of the Bloodhoof Camp, and said to himself: "The Bloodhoof Tribe, although it is located on the border of the Great Wasteland and the periphery of the Fierce Beast Forest, is still within the jurisdiction of the Great Chief Tribe, and in the eyes of outsiders, no matter what the Bloodhoof Tribe does, it represents the barbarians in the wasteland, on behalf of the Great Chief Tribe, and it can't go on like this, for a long time。。。。。。 ”

Tatar didn't continue, but Gonzalez knew that the Bloodhoof tribe was too powerful today, and it was simply changing day by day, and every time he came here, he would always think of how backward the Great Chief Tribe and other tribes were.

"From an outsider's point of view, the Bloodhoof Tribe does represent the Great Chief Tribe and the Eighty Thousand Barbarian Tribe." Gonzalez continued inexplicably: "The Bloodhoof Tribe is powerful, and other forces will also look down on our barbarians, isn't that bad? ”

Tatar almost choked Gonzalez to death with this question, it's not a question of whether it's good or bad at all, right?

It's like your son is very powerful, he goes out every day to beat this and that, and outsiders are afraid of your son, and they all walk around when they see it.

But in fact, you are also very innocent as a father, first of all, you didn't let your son go out and beat people casually, especially beating some guys who can't even offend you or don't want to offend at all, secondly, and most importantly, you are a very powerful son, not only beating outsiders, if you don't like it, even you dare to beat you when you go home, outsiders think you are his father, but in fact, people who are sons don't recognize you as a father at all.

The core of the problem is that outsiders think that the Bloodhoof Tribe basically represents the barbarians, but the Bloodhoof Tribe is not at all your Great Chief Tribe and other barbarian tribes, people are just a name, you see, it is called the Bloodhoof Tribe, in fact, how many serious barbarians are in the wilderness?

In addition to the barbarian warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Terran Fighting Warriors and Magicians, the Plains Giants, the Hammer Castle Dwarves, and a group of wild dwarves in the Upper Circle, these guys alone account for more than half, and even their chief is a copycat, known as the shortest chief in the Great Wasteland.

"If it's the Bloodhoof Tribe, it would be nice to be able to obey the orders of the Great Chief Tribe, or, maybe even respect the Great Chief Tribe." Tatar rolled over and rode onto the Wasteland Wolf, and he really didn't think he would have to make such an emotion one day until the Bloodhoof Tribe rose again.

Think about it, the Great Chieftain Tribe, who is the leader of the 80,000 barbarians, is actually... Is it too much to ask a small tribe of less than 500 people to respect them a little? Is this an excessive request?

If this is normal, even if it is the four major noble tribes, even if the yang and the yin are violated, they will not dare to go too far, and they really want to force the big chieftain tribe to be anxious, you will do what you say, and after all, the big chieftain's department also controls the material distribution of other tribes.

Look at the Bloodhoof Tribe again, we don't ask for much, just ask you to respect us heads a little, you want to go out and beat people, okay, it's not impossible, but you say hello in advance, we don't plan to stop you, besides, everyone knows, who you Bloodhoof Tribe want to beat, we stop it in vain.

Tatar was afraid that one day, Alan suddenly ran to the tribe of the Great Chieftains, and said with his head in his head: "The Great Pope asked me to do it, what do you think?" ”

Tatar, who was riding on the giant wolf, sighed again, "If only the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe was a pure barbarian. ”

Gonzalez nodded slightly, but he didn't agree with it in his heart, and even slightly disdainful.

Looking at the entire Great Wasteland, including the Great Chieftain Tribe, from the warriors below to the Council of Chiefs and Elders, as well as the Great Chief, which is not a pure barbarian, the pure can no longer be pure, and there are many bloodlines of close relatives marrying, and it is difficult to walk one by one.

As a result, the one mixed was poorer than the other, and the various tribes were like a game, each one being colder than the other.

Look at the major tribes under the leadership of the Great Chief Tribe, which one can be as self-sufficient as the Bloodhoof Tribe?

Besides, Gonzalez could be regarded as having seen the Bloodhoof tribe develop step by step to what it is now, and he had also thought that if the forced palace really succeeded that day, even if the Great Chief Tribe sent any elder to lead the Bloodhoof tribe, it was estimated that sooner or later it would have to go downhill, and eventually it would become no different from other tribes in the general environment.

I have to say that since having the bond of Giselle, Gonzalez's heart has become more and more towards the Bloodhoof Tribe and Alan, especially with a finished teleportation spar in his arms, which makes him feel that he should have nothing to do in the future and take more time to come to the Bloodhoof Tribe to "see his own daughter"!

Seeing that Gonzalez always subconsciously slapped his chest, Tatar knew that there was a finished teleportation spar there, and said in a sour tone: "The Bloodhoof tribe is really generous, such a magic prop that can be teleported remotely can be given away casually, which will be convenient if you come in the future." ”

Gonzalez shook his head and laughed at himself: "You really take it seriously, judging from the character of the Bloodhoof Chief, once I enter the coordinates of the Great Chief Tribe, after this guy finishes recording, he will definitely ask his magicians to set up another teleportation spar portal in the depths of the Beast Forest, when the time comes, it will be easy for him to take the warriors to the Great Chief Tribe, but it will be difficult for us to go to the Bloodhoof Tribe." ”

Tatar nodded, convinced, and sneered, "It seems that Chief Giselle is not too important in the eyes of Chief Bloodhoof." ”

Gonzalez was not happy when he heard this, and then he thought that the other party had just tried to bring him a "green hat", and his eyes were crossed: "Old fellow, why don't you also send your daughter to the Bloodhoof Tribe?" ”

When Tatar heard this, he was speechless.

I'm going to send my daughter the Bloodhoof tribe? With her appearance, I guess the front foot is delivered, and the back foot will have to be thrown into the animal pen by the rude Bloodhoof Chief for breakfast for the Beamon Behemoth, are you kidding? That's my daughter, not Manstein after being elected as the Great Wizard.

Both of them rode on the giant wolf of the wasteland, each thinking about what was on their minds, and left the outskirts of the beast forest.

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Alan stood at East's feet and shouted, "Old otaku, are those two old things gone?" ”

Easter's face was covered with dirt, and he said angrily, "Gone." ”

"What did you say?"

Easter tilted his head for a moment and said, "That old guy with a ghostly face said he was going to give his daughter to you. ”

"Damn!" Alan secretly said that Gonzalez and Tatar were two old gods, and their faces were more or less smeared with a few totems with plant juice, and I think it should be Tatar when I came to East, because Gonzalez's daughter, Giselle, was already in Camp Bloodhoof.

Thinking of Tatar's cold appearance, it is estimated that his daughter is even more stumbling.

"If Tatar really dares to send his daughter, Lao Tzu will immediately throw it to the Beamon giant beast for breakfast." Alan said with a snort.

I have to say that Tatar, an old god, does know Alan quite well in some ways, at least neither of them has much hope for Tatar's daughter.

Seeing that Alan didn't continue to ask questions, Esther lay on the ground and began to busy himself.

"Can you please stop being so buried?" Alan scolded with a disgusted face: "How old are you, and you still eat soil?" ”

East ignored him, he felt that no matter how old he was, it didn't matter if he ate or not.

Rooney walked over with a smile and said, "Boss, it's not right for you to say that, Master Esther is a family of tree herders, can he still eat meat if he doesn't eat soil?" ”

"Master? What kind of master is Easter, you ask him what six plus six is equal, you ask him if he knows? ”

East stretched out two big hands and claws, and after counting them one by one, he found that ten fingers were a little insufficient, and two wooden vine-like fingers grew out of his thick arm, and then he said with some uncertainty: "Equal... Twelve? ”

"What about sixty plus sixty?"

Esther glared at Allen, aren't you embarrassed for me? How did you make me grow so many fingers, and my arms are not so big, and besides, if you have ten fingers, maybe it's not as fast as I do.

Alan rolled his eyes, pointed to a big pit four or five meters deep in front of him, and snorted: "Eat it, just eat it, you look at what he eats, pit by pit, if it's dark, who hasn't watched it fall anymore?" ”

Esther raised his face and said dissatisfiedly: "You tell your subordinates not to pee everywhere, and I will eat more evenly in the future." ”

Rooney remembered that he was a group of junior apprentices, and it was really not good if he fell and touched it at night, so he raised his head and shouted, "Yes, Master Easter, can you please eat layer by layer in the future?" ”

Esther thought for a moment, then continued to stick his head in the big pit, and after eating two mouthfuls of soil, he hiccuped and shouted, "Where's the horned python?" Come on, I'm choking, bring me some water. ”

"Damn, you can still choke on eating soil, this IQ, there is no one." Alan was completely convinced.

The horned python fluttered its two small wings and flew over with two buckets of water.