Conslett soon woke up, his handsome old face surging with blood and red.

Alan regretted a little that he didn't listen to Babylon's suggestion just now and stabbed him to death, this undead archmage won't turn his face, this blushing is like something, isn't it going to be mad?

"You have the right word here?" Constant looked at Alan and asked thoughtlessly.

Alan was upset, and pointed to Tatar, the barbarian archwizard who was related to the giant in the distance, and said, "He has the final say, if you have any hatred, you can go to him." ”

Conslet leaped forward, jumped in front of Tatar, and said with a very rare courtesy: "Hello, barbarian. ”

Tatar was startled, he had just been in a relationship with Samson, and this unpredictable magician actually flew to his side to say hello.

"I, Ben Conslet, deign to be the worship of the Bloodhoof tribe at the rank of a saint, can you call the shots?"

Tatar and Gonzalez took a few steps back and looked at Conslet in dismay.

"Ya, Ya, Ya Sheng, Ya Sheng?" Gonzalez felt as if he was dreaming.

"No way!" Alan ran over and shouted directly: "He's a fortune teller in the wasteland, he can be a fart master, no." ”

Conslett looked at Alan inexplicably, didn't you say he could call the shots.

"Hey, I thought you were asking for directions, it's useless to ask him." Alan pointed at Tatar and said, "He draws fortune tellers, and he knows a hair." ”

Without waiting for Conslett to speak, Gonzalez stepped forward and pulled Alan aside, looking at him like the first loser in the world, and said babblingly: "Yasheng, the god of war is above, it's Yasheng, were you beaten in the head by those paladins just now?" ”

"What's wrong with Yasheng, it's not your father, what are you excited about."

"If my father is a saint, I will be the first to let my father kill you."

Alan laughed: "It's a pity that the grass on your father's grave is two meters high, and it kills me, dream of the old coffin." ”

Old Du Fu also looked frightened, and after coming over, he interjected and said: "So Yasheng, between the Magister and the Holy Rank, is stronger than the Magister, but it is not as good as the Holy Order, and it cannot be said that it is inferior, it can only be said that one foot has entered the Holy Order, and it may advance at any time, or it may never be advanced, but you can't deny the strength of the Sub-Sage, and even if it is a Holy Order, you may not dare to speak lightly about Qiang and the Sub-Sage, but there is no record of the conflict between the Holy Order and the Sub-Sage on the mainland, which is too rare." ”

"So powerful? Don't you say that there are only two Holy Levels in the St. Cassi Continent? Is Conslet that powerful? ”

Old Duff nodded, and said with some uncertainty: "When I was fighting just now, I had never heard of the spell he recited, and the two real name weapons were summoned from another dimension, so other mages would definitely not be able to do it." ”

"He's so powerful, and he's hiding in the Demon Realm from the Holy See? Impossible. Alan looked suspiciously at Conslet.

"Jokes? It's too late for the Holy See to hide from me, it's really nonsense, and the plane of the Green Goblin clan is not the Demon Realm, it's just one of the many different dimensions! Conslet looked at Old Duff and said, "How can I count you half a master?" ”

Old Duff was speechless for a long time.

"You can pull it, they almost didn't let your broken notes kill you!" Alan interjected and said, "Everyone is self-destructing, and you are embarrassed not to have your big face." ”

Tatar didn't care to deal with Samson anymore, and hurried over, fearing that the Bloodhoof Chief would be foolish enough to refuse such a good thing.

Samson inexplicably shouted at Tatar's back: "Hey, why are you still leaving halfway, don't you say that you will give us enough food every once in a while?" ”

Tatar rolled his eyes, if the sub-holy magician becomes the worship of the Bloodhoof tribe, who is so damn that you plain giants are rare, a sub-holy magician can overturn dozens of your giants, ask for a fart of food, and play while playing.

Even the old Zack, who was silent next to him and rarely interfered in tribal affairs, looked at Alan with anticipation on his face after hearing the word Yasheng.

Alan was a little uncomfortable stared at by the people around him.

He didn't think that there was anything rare about Yasheng, no matter how powerful Conslett was, he was still the most wanted criminal of the Holy See, although the Bloodhoof Tribe had just beaten the Iron Knights, and the Holy See would have to come to trouble sooner or later.

Besides, although he didn't know any Yasheng, the Great Demon Guide of the Undead used to be his old butler, and a group of people were really shallow-eyed.

However, if Conslett were to remain in the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Holy See would probably have to call all the masters over to exterminate the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Can you beat someone's younger brother and beat the boss of the gang hard?

Offending the Knights of the Iron Knights of the Western Diocese and openly declaring war on the Holy See are fundamentally two different concepts.

A group of people were in a hurry, and they all looked at Alan fixedly and waited for him to make a decision.

Especially the three of Tatar, Rennes and Gonzalez, where there is still a trace of the demeanor of a big man, eager to open the mouth of the Bloodhoof Chief to make him agree.

Wren didn't think he was one of the three elders of the council for a long time, and he stared at Alan with an old face.

"No way!" Alan resisted the pressure of the people around him and said, "Archmage Yasheng, you, let's go back and forth." ”

The old duff next to him breathed a sigh of relief, and Alan was actually very helpless.

Whether it's Duff or Cologne, even those dwarves and giants, everyone has been fighting side by side and getting along day and night several times before they are tightly united around the Bloodhoof Tribe, but Conslet, the public enemy of the continent, is different, and it is precisely because of the unfathomable strength of the body that it is the main reason for being feared, and the strong strength has become an irregular time full of unexpected factors. Bombs can explode at any time.

Conslett didn't mind being rejected, through getting along along the way, he also knew more or less about the temperament of this Bloodhoof Patriarch, although he hadn't been in the plane of the St. Cassis Continent for more than ten years, but he still knew the identity of Tatar and the others as representatives of the barbarians, so he was not in a hurry.

Alan pointed at Conslett and said, "You only know that he is a saint? Do you know that he is the most wanted man of the Holy See? Or the first public enemy of the mainland? Are you stupid? No wonder the barbarians are getting worse and worse under your leadership! ”

Conslett smiled disdainfully and said: "One, even if I stand in front of the Holy See Grand Pope, he may not dare to make a move against me, let alone say anything disrespectful, second, there are so many races on the mainland, how can the Holy See declare me a public enemy of the mainland, but to deceive some short-sighted people, three, if you agree to my conditions, I can tell you a secret about all barbarians, this secret is related to the future and hope of your barbarians!" ”

Big Babylon pouted beside him, you can blow it hard, just now a group of temple paladins, when they saw you, they were like enemies who killed their fathers, and no one dared to make a move on you? You have to stand still and see if the cardinal of the Holy See can shoot you to death with the great cross that was summoned.