Standing on the makeshift wooden platform, Old Zack looked at the groups of inexplicable barbarian warriors below, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

Once upon a time, he was also the chief of a tribe of thousands of people, but since the battle with the human pagan crusade, the elite warriors of the tribe have suffered heavy losses, and their own battle guardian beast "Ash" has also fallen.

But now it's different, what kind of special mother's "hero tribe", should heroes not be fed and clothed? Should the hero fall victim to the Great Chieftain Tribe? Should heroes drink the northwest wind?

Can a barbarian who can't eat enough and can't afford to turn his fists still be able to shelter his people and maintain his glory?

Now that old Zack has figured it out, he has already offended the Great Chief Tribe to death anyway, and the two sides have long been on opposite sides, if it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have been eager to lead his soldiers to rush into the Great Chief Tribe to ask for an explanation.

Now, not for the barbarians of the wasteland, but for their homeland, for the "Bloodhoof Tribe".

"Kids!" Old Zack Zack yelled: "Shut up and listen to Lao Tzu." ”

The old chief of the tribe was majestic, and the people under the platform closed their mouths and looked at the chief on the platform.

"Seeing that the cold winter moon is coming, there is nothing to eat or drink in the tribe, and the newborn children are even more lacking in clothing and less to eat." Old Zack looked at the restless clansmen below and continued to shout: "We have come to this day, isn't it all the big chieftain tribe who looked at us coldly at the beginning, didn't they all cut off our rations, didn't they all say hello to the surrounding tribes and didn't allow us to help?" ”

"yes, those nobles, they shouldn't have fought for them in the first place."

"It's all us who lose, and it's still us who are cold and hungry now."

"It's not fair, it's not fair. The chief took us to ask for an explanation. ”

"If this continues, the newborn children will not be able to survive the cold winter months."

"I haven't eaten meat in a few days, so I can't go on like this."

The audience below was excited.

Bloodhoof Zach also became more and more angry as he spoke: "My day those nobles and his grandmother." ”

Barbarian warriors: "Grandma Rita!!! ”

Bloodhoof Zack: "These saro maggots. ”

Barbarian warriors: "Maggots who have blinded their hearts!! ”

Bloodhoof Zack: "Curse them for having babies without ass."

Barbarian warriors: "No ass! ”

Alan was watching from the side with his hands in his head, I damn, what is this mobilization in front of the station, this is a group scolding the street?

Dina looked at her second young master speechlessly, she found that since she came to the Bloody Hoof Tribe, the second young master had never disliked her stupidity.

Looking at the bloody hoof Zack, whose face was getting flushed more and more, Alan was afraid that if he had a cerebral thrombosis or something, he would suddenly get sick and draw it.

Little Zack also felt that things were out of the script, and kept glancing at his father.

Old Zach noticed his son's color, and then remembered what he was here for.

In the past, he led his soldiers to the battlefield, and he just went up to do it, how could there be so many twists and turns.

But there is no way, this matter was brought up by Allen, I heard him say that the soldiers should "transform", and they can no longer take the "cold" route, since it is a robbery, it is mainly based on sneak attacks, black hands, and arson, so as to minimize the rejection and unnecessary sacrifice of the soldiers.

Instead of responding to the battle head-on, he used sneak attacks and black hands, which completely violated the fighting style of the barbarian warriors and the inner perception of battle, and Allen felt that the necessary pre-war mobilization was indispensable.

But I'm not good at it, and old Zach thinks it's too hard for himself, and savages generally believe in the rule of being able to do their hands and never keep their mouths.

In a hurry, Old Zach pointed at Allen and said, "Children, let's be the new warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe, Brother Allen, tell everyone about that, that battle, and combat deployment." Ahh ”

Alan saw that this was a duck on the shelf, so he had no choice but to climb up the wooden platform, looked at the honest faces below, rolled up his hands and shouted: "Brothers, brothers of the Bloodhoof Tribe." ”

Everyone looked at Alan in confusion.

"Don't talk about the big chief tribe, the bastards, don't talk about the despicable humans, let me ask you, how long have you not eaten meat?"

There were really a few barbarian warriors, who counted with their fingers: "One day, two days, three days, three days。。。。。。。。 ”

Alan felt that these rammers were really serious, rolled his eyes and continued to shout, "How long has it been since you guys eaten meat?" How long has it been since you had alcohol? Why? Why do our Bloodhoof Tribe, the most heroic and fearless, the elite warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the most capable of fighting well, have no meat to eat, and can we turn our fists without meat? Capable moving girls? Why don't we have good wine to drink? Without good wine, how can we get drunk and let the girls do it? ”

There are really a group of female family members of barbarian warriors under the stage, and they are red for a while when they hear it, and they feel that this Alan on the stage is really not ashamed.

Alan also noticed that there were a few female barbarians in the audience who were as blind as bears, covering their ears and pinching Nini, and his eyes were straight and blue, compared to these tribal ladies, Dina was really like a stunning beauty.

"Why are the maggots of the Great Chieftain tribe hiding behind us, who feast on the beauties of the human race, eat meat every day, and drink wine in big bowls?"

"yes, why?" Several tribal warriors became more and more angry when they heard this, and the brothers fought before and after every day, and now they drank the northwest wind every day.

Seeing the excitement of the tribal warriors, Alan felt that the heat was almost over: "Fuck it, tonight, Lao Tzu will take you to grab meat to eat, wine to drink, food, clothing, use, and everything you can, will you follow me?" ”

Tribal Warrior: "Rob!" Rob! Rob! ”

Allen: "Okay, all the warriors of the tribe will go out today and follow me to rob them." ”

Many tribal warriors reacted and couldn't help asking, "Who robbed whom?" ”

"!" Alan shouted, "Who did you say you robbed?" Rob the human trade community! ”

Tribal Warrior: "But the Great Chieftain tribe has ordered that it is forbidden to harass the human caravans walking in the wasteland?" ”

Allen: "Whose territory is the Great Wasteland?" ”

Tribal Warrior: "Ours? ”

Allen: "Nonsense, someone is on our territory, with wine, food, mountains of gold and silver every day, dangling in front of your eyes, and you just watch?" Just because the bastards who betrayed you weren't allowed? ”

One by one, the warriors of the tribe couldn't help but look confused or thinking, yes, we have broken away from the command and dispatch of the Great Chief Tribe, and they have also cut off supplies, why should we listen to them?

Alan added fuel to the fire again: "Buns? Are you scared? It turned out that the bloodhoof tribe resounded in the Great Wasteland, and the so-called elite warriors were like this? If you don't go, Lao Tzu and your chieftain, and Babylon the Great and Zach the Younger, just huddle in your tent and wait for Lao Tzu to bring you food and drink. ”

"Fart, who said we were scared, we will rob it today, see what the nobles of the big chief tribe can do!"

"What can they do, just do their dogs when they come."

"Grab them, fuck them, these shit."

"But there are magicians in the human merchant group, especially in the cold winter month, there will be many more magicians accompanying the human merchant group to prevent accidents."

It's not that the barbarian warriors are afraid of human magicians, their inherent thinking makes them hesitate a little, what is a magician? The monstrous flames, the huge waves dozens of feet high, are all things that can be done by human magicians with a wave of their hands.

"Holy." Allen's eagle-like eyes, after slowly sweeping over all the barbarian warriors, shouted, "I'll just ask you a word? Magician, did you cut in with a knife? Can you hack to death? ”

The barbarian warriors were enthusiastic.

"Why can't you kill them!"

"yes, kill them!"

"Rob them of food and drink, and kill those magicians."

Eren nodded at Bloodhoof Zack, and the goal was achieved.

In the morning of Babylon the Great, riding the hungry Spine Tiger, he had discovered that a small caravan of humans would pass by the Bloodhoof tribe tonight, and go to the south side of the moor by forty miles from the tribe, and there happened to be a large canyon in that place.

Whether the Bloodhoof Tribe can be broadened, and whether Allen can develop it, depends on tonight.

Dina quietly walked up to Allen's side and said with some hesitation: "Second Young Master, I remember that the merchant groups that came and went to the wasteland seemed to have set off from the outpost county. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Will you meet someone we know?"

Alan felt a little pain in his back molars, he remembered that he had heard Yorkshire say that the merchants in the Outpost County seemed to be covered by his cheap father, the Grand Duke Clare.