There are many races in the continent of San Cassis, but the largest population base is the human race, the uncrowned king on the continent is still the human race, and the richest is also the human race.

All human kingdoms, whether strong or weak, are headed by the Holy See, and although the Holy See is only a religious group and does not call itself a state, it has the posture of a suzerainty of other countries.

Thousands of years ago, after the Holy See kicked and drove the Beamon Beast Clan to the most barren north side of the continent, it started a race in the name of the Holy Father. Purge, hundreds of years of war on the continent have not stopped, the great popes of the past generations are all religious madmen, taking the major human countries and the whole continent to visit, beating elves, smashing druids, bullying dwarves, and piggybacking on giants.

Basically, none of the races that are called the top names have been left behind, and all of them have been reprimanded by the Holy See.

Only the barbarians who have inhabited the Savage Ancient Plains for generations are the only race that has caused the Holy See to suffer a great loss.

Successive popes have organized five campaigns against the barbarians, but unfortunately the results have been unsatisfactory.

Barbarians have two characteristics, poor and ruthless.

The poor rat has to leave tears of sympathy when he enters, just like when you look at him, he thinks that you are going to rob someone's tent and rob the guy and kill you.

The Pope took his younger brother to find the barbarians, just like you spent countless time and energy, invested a lot of money to organize a team to rob, but the consciousness of the main owner who was robbed was very low, and he desperately resisted to beat you all over the ground to find teeth, not to mention, and finally won, and the people are penniless so that you have no money to rob.

Later, the pope in modern times learned wisely, and he didn't care about these poor and white barbarians at all, so you just tossed around in the wasteland, anyway, you have lived in the wasteland for thousands of years, getting poorer and poorer, and the population is getting smaller and smaller.

You don't have to go to great lengths to kill you, you may starve to death in a few years.

It's not for nothing that barbarians can make the Holy See so aggrieved, every barbarian awakens his racial ability after birth, and he has been hunting beasts since he was a child to polish his body, and he is born with semi-petrified skin, ordinary weapons can't make effective killings at all, if that's the case alone, the legionnaires of the Holy See are not vegetarians.

The problem is that the barbarians' combat effectiveness is also off the charts, and beating ordinary papal soldiers is like beating their own leper dogs, basically kicking them out, leaving a papal unlucky ghost to vomit blood.

At this time, Babylon the Great was an elite barbarian warrior who had participated in countless battles and experienced many tests of blood and fire.

Facing the more than a dozen armored warriors who surrounded him, he smiled fiercely, the fierce light in his eyes was like substance, the muscles of his whole body were bulging, and the violent characteristics were very obvious.

For the first time since Allen traveled through another world, he enjoyed the treatment that a top waste material nobleman should have, in fact, he was also stained with Dina's light, if he ran out alone Dina didn't follow, he would be beaten to death outside the castle, and it is estimated that no one cares, unless those guards sent by the Grand Duke and hidden in the shadows always pay attention to Allen's every move.

Both the local Bishop Wood and the chief of staff of the Earth Dragons Thackeray understood Dina's importance to the Holy See now, so when Alan learned that Alan was going to take Dina out of the castle to oppress the civilians, he immediately sent an armed force to secretly follow and protect him.

These two people have a little bit of fancy intestines, how could Alan not know.

Although the Holy See is the number one force on the mainland, it also has many hostile forces.

Dina has become the Holy See's candidate saint and the best means of public relations and propaganda, and in the outpost county that is like a sieve with loopholes, it is impossible to hide from the outside world.

The current Dina, in the eyes of many killer assassins, is a mountain of gold walking upright, and countless people dream of killing her so that they can receive a reward.

Alan just didn't expect that the first person to come to find fault was actually a big and a small barbarian, and these two guys looked at the cerebellum before it was fully developed, so they swaggered and ran to the outpost to find fault.

Thackeray's doglegs were treacherous, and knew that barbarians were not easy to mess with, so they shrank behind the local cathar knights, shouting incessantly, and their hands did not move.

In recent years, the quality of the Knights of the Apologists has become worse and worse, there are a lot of showmanship, and all kinds of fighting spirit can also make two hits, but there is not much specific combat experience, especially the general age is very young, and every day they dream that they will become famous one day by one day, and they will be favored by the Pope to become a Templar at the headquarters of the Holy See.

They had never fought the barbarians head-on, and their hearts were higher than the sky, and they did not take Babylon the Great seriously at all.

The old barbarians were close at hand, and several young apologetic knights, like newly released prisoners from labor camps, came out of the prison gate and saw the bathing center in Dongguan that held free entertainment activities, and they were about to go up and hack Babylon to death with their big swords.

Seeing that many enemies were about to attack, Babylon the Great shouted, "Wait! ”

The gong-like voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu, which startled everyone and shocked Allen and the others' eardrums with a faint pain.

Seeing that the enemies were frightened by themselves, Babylon slowly took off his riding boots with five toes exposed, and after carefully placing them on the ground, he thought about it and might feel uneasy, looked at Alan and the others vigilantly, and solemnly handed over the broken shoes to Little Zack.

Little Zack nodded as if he had accepted a thousand pounds of heavy responsibility, turned his back to Alan and the others, and stuffed the pair of broken shoes into his arms.

After tossing the broken shoes, Babylon the Great took out a piece of dried rye food that exuded a musty smell from his arms, carefully crushed it, and slowly poured it into his mouth, as if tasting delicacies, stretched out his big tongue and licked the residue on his palms, and after licking his lips unsatisfied, he took out a kettle from his arms, and while stuffing the kettle back after drinking it dry, he took out a leather rope from his arms like a robot cat, tied it around his waist, and tightened the animal skin skirt.

"Come on! Cunning humans. Babylon the Great moved his neck, and there was a sound like popping beans, and the image was a mess.

This guy tossed just now, and Alan and the others who were watching it were speechless and rolled their eyes for a while.

Seeing that the barbarian was finally finished, one of the triage knights roared, raised his sword and leaped into the air towards Babylon the Great.

The great sword slashed at Babylon's shoulder, and with a "bang", a sound like the resonance of gold and iron sounded, and the face of the cathar knight who attacked changed drastically.

With a sinister smile, Babylon the Great stretched out his hands and lifted the triary knight in the air, and with a low roar, threw him at several knights in a heap of knots like garbage.

The triage cathar, dressed in half-body armor, broke the ribs of several of his companions, and just one of them lay on the ground, and three unfortunate ghosts were lying on the ground, wailing incessantly.

The remaining two cathar knights, obviously different from their rookie companions who had lost their combat effectiveness under their feet, glanced at each other, stimulating a golden fighting spirit, as dazzling as a smashing humanoid light bulb.

Babylon the Great subconsciously covered his eyes with his palms.

The two knights who grabbed the fighter plane in an instant rushed over at the same time with a tacit understanding, and the two giant swords pierced the vital positions on both sides of the chest of Babylon the Great.

The two giant swords sandwiched between the fighting spirit broke through the half-stone skin of Babylon the Great.

The sharp tip of the sword stagnated after half an inch into the body.

The two knights were slightly stunned, and tried to inflict more damage with their strength again, but unfortunately it backfired.

The life of a barbarian is a life of fighting, and when he became an adult, he became the great Babylon who was the gold medal fighter of the Bloodhoof Tribe, a fierce mess, regardless of the giant sword inserted into the body, two thick arms stretched forward, grabbed the necks of the two vindictive knights one by one, and with a slight pinch of his fingers, the two strongest cathar knights on the outpost county went to see the Supreme Holy Father, and his last words did not have time to explain.

Several of Thackeray's bodyguards, who were not to lose their senior doglegs, cooperated very tacitly, and shouted at the same time: "Protect Lord Earl." Then, as if he had been chased by a dog, he ran up behind Thackeray and looked at Babylon the Great with horror on his face.

Alan was completely speechless, seeing several doglegs hiding behind Thackeray, and he didn't know whether he wanted Thackeray to protect them, or if they wanted to protect Thackeray.

Thackeray blushed and glared fiercely at the attendant warrior behind him, before looking at Babylon the Great with a solemn face.

This gold medal fighter of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the fierce light in his eyes was like substance, and the thick finger of the little radish pointed at Dina, and said angrily: "Cunning human, give her to me, I can kill you!" ”

Dina ignored him, eating the barbecue by herself, and little Zach, who was watching the battle next to her, looked at the barbecue, and a big puddle of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Babylon the Great did not attack again, waiting for Alan to give him an answer.

Thackeray didn't give him the answer he wanted, but two rusty, broken iron swords, crossed and slashed upward.

"Big Cross Slash!" Thackeray was in mid-air, and the fighting energy on the two broken iron swords flickered, compared to the two dead ghost apologetic knights just now, just like the Bugatti Weihang next to Wuling Glory, there was an essential difference between the two.

Big Babylon is also very knowledgeable, this time he didn't dare to hold it up, and after dodging sideways, he raised his foot and hit a simple and unpretentious kick.

Thackeray misses a blow and crosses his swords to block.

When Babylon's black feet came into contact with the two rusty swords, the twin swords, which were full of mottled cracks, shattered into countless pieces of iron, and Thackeray was numb by the powerful kick, and took several steps back to stabilize his body.

The slightly trembling hands showed how powerful the brute force was in that bland kick just now.

Thackeray, who has won the gladiator championship of the Duchy of Lotre for several consecutive years, has studied martial arts since he was a child to polish his fighting spirit, and has already shown his edge on the mainland at a young age, among the younger generation, except for the Holy See Legion Captain Hiront and Princess Hathaway, he has never served anyone, in the Duchy of Lotle, he has a rather dazed posture of drawing his sword and looking around.

It's a pity that in the small outpost county, Thackeray, who is the earl of the principality and the leader of the previous party, was kicked by the barbarians who popped out of nowhere.

"Hahahaha!" Alan pointed to Thackeray, who was holding the hilt of the two swords, and laughed wildly: "Let you pretend to be .b, take two broken swords every day and swagger through the market, let's be dumbfounded." ”

Alan has long been unpleasant to Thackeray, this kid has a bigger title of nobility than him, and he has a dogleg to open the way when he goes out, and he also has a father who is a powerful grand duke, and he has made a name for himself at a young age.

This kid is still dangling in front of the cautious Alan every day, and today he was stunned, and Alan seized the opportunity and began to mock all kinds of things.

Who let Thackeray's doglegs carry dozens of broken iron swords with them all year round for their masters to load.b, so that Alan is very unaccustomed to it.