Tro, hovering above the convoy, rode on the griffin and looked at the camp of the Bloodhoof Tribe not far away, and for a moment his heart was full of emotion.

Barbarian! Barbarians! Powerful, born with semi-petrified skin, like a tireless war machine, it seems that only death can stop their progress, this kind of warrior on the battlefield who will not be afraid in the face of the most powerful enemy is simply a nightmare for all warriors, maybe those who stand at the top of the pyramid will not let them have the slightest fear.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Father is just, although he did not give the human race the same strong body, but he gave us a huge number of people and the speed of reproduction, while the barbarians, on the other hand, their population is only less than 100,000, and they seem to have been self-contained for hundreds of years, and have never taken the initiative to enter the mainstream world's sight, until now, they are not productive, do not know how to develop, can only struggle to survive in the gap between the two super races.

But now? Are the barbarians really or as everyone thinks, backward, rigid, and stubborn?

Could it be that they would also discover a spark and burst out of infinite possibilities just like the first race origin on the continent did in the first place?

Tro wasn't sure, the only thing he knew now was that the bloodhoof tribe of the barbarians seemed to be an alternative, and the barbarians, who had always been brainless, had actually learned to extort? Actually learned to use scouts and watchtowers? Do you need to arm yourself with steel? Is this still a barbarian?

Troll: He is not a fool, and perhaps a fool knows what these barbarians do with this steel.

Barbarian warriors are terrible enough, barbarian warriors wearing armor and holding sharp weapons... Tro didn't dare to think about it any longer.

"I hope I can complete the task that Bishop Lando has given me." Tro prayed to himself.

This time there were only ten griffon knights and a gang of hired coachmen to escort supplies such as food and steel, and it was more of a helpless move than an escort.

Since being pitted twice in a row by the Bloodhoof Tribe, Bishop Lando's trust in the barbarians, especially the Bloodhoof Tribe, has been greatly reduced.

Troco has a particularly vivid memory of the first time he met Allen, the kind of dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water to burn the jar and break it.

After returning to the western diocese, Cardinal Lando sent a messenger to send a message to the barbarian Grand Chief, and the two sides argued for a few days, and after consultation between the Great Chief and Lord Lando, the Great Chief promised that if the Bloodhoof Tribe did not keep its promise, the Great Chief Tribe would take advantage of the situation to eradicate the Bloodhoof Tribe, and return those materials and Warcraft crystal nuclei to their original owners.

In fact, Tro was not at all at ease with the Great Chieftain's assurance, and the last time they met, the Bloodhoof Tribe obviously did not give the High Chief any face to the messenger Heldon.

Moreover, he had always suspected that the barbarian Great Chief wished that the Bloodhoof Tribe would not be able to go to the Tao, so that the Great Chief would be able to completely eradicate the Bloodhoof Tribe by the hands of Lord Lando.

Later, both sides didn't believe each other, and finally decided that it was better not to do it.

Although the Grand Chief and Bishop Lando were left behind, he and the rest of the griffin knights were alone in the tiger's den.

With inner worries and ups down, the convoy led by Tro finally arrived outside the Bloodhoof Tribe camp.

He was greeted by Allen's big smiling face, just like the old bustard saw his first brother who was about to spend a lot of money, so he almost gave him a red handkerchief and waved it twice.

"Lao Luo, you are here, the people who are waiting for it are so hard, you are the one who dreams of it every day。。。。。 Ah, and that steel! ”

Just as Tro was waiting to jump off the griffin, Alan stepped forward to give him an enthusiastic bear hug that nearly broke his ribs.

The other griffin knights stared warily at Eren and the dozen or so tribal warriors behind him.

It took a lot of effort to break free from the other party's arms, and he was a little confused about the other party's enthusiasm.

"These convoys behind you are the materials we want, thank you so much, thank you for helping me speak well in front of Lord Lando, if it weren't for you, how would we know that these Demon Beast crystal nuclei are so important to you, the Holy See urged 。。。。。。。。。" Halfway through his speech, Alan deliberately pretended to have said something wrong, like a shy girl who didn't want to talk about the world, and crossed his hands to cover his mouth with a frightened face.

Seeing Tro's appearance as a dog, Alan immediately turned into a long-time friend, and winked at him exaggeratedly, with a disgusting expression that the two had many secrets that had to be said.

"Awesome." Tro let out a secret scream, and he spotted several griffon knights hovering in mid-air, looking at him with some confusion and wariness in their eyes.

It is not a secret that the cardinals supply the Holy See with a considerable number of demonic beast crystal nuclei every year, and the other party may find out from the mouth of a human being, but the other party's trick of discord seems simple, but it obviously plays a role.

Although the other party's acting skills are exaggerated, but through just a short sentence, this barbarian has planted a seed of doubt in the hearts of his companions.

The barbarians in the wasteland, who have always been known for their well-developed limbs and simple minds, what is wrong with this world?

Tro smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly, suddenly appreciating the barbarian in front of him.

Rude, brutal, cunning, philistine, impulsive, insidious!

How could he really have thought that so many complex emotions would be intertwined with a barbarian face, maybe the last time he smashed a Warcraft crystal nucleus in front of him, it was also acting?

Alan didn't bother to care about the other party's rich inner activities, and walked into the camp with his arm around Troll's shoulders, and said in his mouth: "Hurry up and receive the inventory, hurry up." ”

"Wait!" Tro froze and asked with a smile, "What do we want?" ”

"Hey, you see this hurts feelings, we can still lie to you, how can our little bloodhoof tribe withstand the wrath of the bishop of the western diocese." Alan deadlifted Tro into a tent, and before entering, he glanced up at several griffons hovering in mid-air.

Quietly glancing at a few tribal warriors next to him, a few tribal warriors understood, and hurriedly ran to the tent where De Niro's group of dwarves were.

Alan, who had received the news in advance before Tro's arrival, hid all the dwarves in the open cover early and forbade them to run out in case Tro and the others would find out.

And the several griffons that were originally hovering in the middle of the camp also dispersed, constantly patrolling around the camp, and the knights on the griffins were all staring closely at all corners of the tribal camp.

At this time, De Niro, who was nested in the tent, looked at his fellow clans around him, and seemed to be very entangled.

"A hundred barrels of spirits, Elder, you have also tasted that, it is much better than the spirits produced in the Rock Kingdom." A dwarf helped his elders make up their minds.

De Niro really couldn't make up his mind, he originally came out of the Garnia Plains to work and mix a few barrels of wine to drink, how could he encounter such a mess.

Alan had just asked them that if the flying griffons ran away in a while, they would be responsible for capturing the birdmen from the sky.

It's not too much to ask, don't look at the dwarves' combat effectiveness, but they beg for a living in a treacherous place like the Garnia Plains, and they must have a few things that can handle it, and one of the portable net-throwing buckets is made by themselves.

This kind of barrel-shaped tool, which compresses the steel wire mesh of less than 100 square meters in 10 square meters, uses the principle of air pressure, within 50 meters of the effective range, and the steel wire mesh is spherical after being thrown, and only after touching the object will it be scattered and opened, and it is constantly wound along the colliding object, and there are locks around the net, which can be locked after touching each other.

When I first met Babylon the Great, it was this thing that took the other party by surprise and subdued the spine sword tiger.

De Niro remembered the taste of the liquor, slapped the table, licked his lips and roared, "it, Cardinal is a bird, and we dwarves are still afraid of them?" After finishing speaking, he found that the dwarves around him were obviously a little frightened, so he had to lower his voice and continue: "It's a big deal to go to Hammer City with spirits, and they can't find us, big guy, right?" ”

A group of coerced dwarf winter melons next to them nodded again and again.