Unlike in the past, the Bloodhoof tribe, which received the first batch of material support from the Holy See, filled the open space with abundant food.

Dina led a group of flower-like beast elves, shuttling between the chiefs with food and trays in hand, and would always sneak a few bites when no one was looking.

The old butler Lacey commanded the dwarves of the plains, and brought barrels of ale to the visitors with a look of disgust.

"Dead man, Lao Tzu asked you to mix water in it, have you mixed it?"

De Niro rolled his eyes and said, "Doped, according to seven to three." ”

Lacey nodded and said, "Well, if you drink seven or three times, these guys shouldn't be able to drink it." ”

"Phew, it's cheaper for them, and it's seven to three." De Niro said with an unhappy face: "Lao Tzu is mixed with seven drinks and three waters. ”

Lacey: "。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 ”

The Holy Son Orpheus and Princess Hathaway attended in full costume, standing at the entrance of the camp as representatives of the Terrans and the Holy See, and greeted the tribal chiefs one by one under the introduction of a reluctant Alan.

However, these vulgar chiefs didn't give face to the leaders of the young generation of these two continents at all, and they didn't have the heart to delve into what the Holy Son of the Holy See and Princess Lotel did, but after seeing Allen, they exaggerated their reverence.

However, Allen, who was arrogant, didn't give any affection at all, and kept yawning.

A large group of chiefs whispered: "See, that's the Bloodhoof Chief, the pride of our barbarians, even the appearance of dozing off is so domineering and mighty." ”

"yes, yes."

Standing next to Ellen, Migard handed over a portable teleportation prop every time he saw a chieftain.

A large group of uninformed chiefs, when they saw the transparent teleportation crystal, some took two bites, some thought it was a souvenir and put it in their arms for fear that others would rob it, and some of them immediately exchanged supplies with other chiefs after getting their hands.

Standing on the magic tower, Conslett kept beating his chest and scolding the loser.

Little Zack rolled his eyes and slapped his mentor's back, afraid that the handsome old man would be angry to death if he looked at it again.

Rooney was watching from the side, it was the first time he had seen such a barbarian chieftain, a bunch of big men and stern children, and Alan said hello slightly, as if they had gained a great honor.

But come to think of it, Bloodhoof Chief Monttal. Lun rose like a comet in the Great Wasteland, and no tribe except the four tribes had the privilege of fighting alongside the Bloodhoof tribe, although the four tribes were also playing soy sauce roles at that time.

And every time the Bloodhoof tribe fights, it is accompanied by honor and victory.

He beat the Lion Tribe with a crushing momentum, helped Hammer Keep defeat the two-headed trolls in the Garnia Plain, defeated the Holy See's Iron Horse Legion, and defeated the Beamon Legion with zero casualties in the Battle of the Holy Light Castle.

Every battle made these chiefs deeply proud of the Bloodhoof tribe, the barbarians admired personal bravery, and Eren was undoubtedly too much to their liking, copying the guy if he didn't agree with him, and always beating many people by himself.

Many of the small tribal chiefs who had never been to the Bloodhoof Camp didn't know where to look, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Billy, the thin-skinned head of the Blood Serpent Tribe, uses the face of an old driver as a guide for the chiefs of various small tribes, and finally pays homage to the statue of the great god Kakalu.

Babylon the Great kept rolling his eyes beside him, he should have done such a long-faced thing.

Johnny followed behind Manstein, his former guardian beast Greataxe sitting at the camp gate basking in the sun, he had already told the Great Chief what he thought.

Manstein thought that Chief Bloodhoof would agree to this request.

Because Manstein, who has read countless people, believes that Alan has an extremely complex personality, and under the extremely tough appearance, there is a heart that belongs to the strong, and this heart will not refuse an old guardian beast to enjoy his old age in the fierce beast forest.

However, Johnny didn't think so, and the hob-fleshed face of Chief Bloodhoof also made him uneasy, after all, Chief Bloodhoof was not a reasonable person, and he was also a guy who could not afford to make a profit.

One hundred and thirty-six chiefs of each tribe, plus the elders of the Great Chief Manstein and another Great Chief Tribe, were all present, and it was the first time that all the tribal chiefs had gathered together in the Great Wasteland.

Looking at the food scraps and crooked wine barrels all over the ground, Alan secretly regretted that most of the chiefs in this gang of guys started to eat Hessey without saying a word after they came, and it is estimated that they have not opened meat for a long time.

Others do business first and then eat, but the barbarians have the strength to say the right thing when they are full.

This call for all the chiefs to come to the Bloodhoof camp to discuss matters is nothing more than how to cooperate with the Holy See and other Terran nations to fight against the Beamon Orcs.

Although all the chiefs came in the name of Manstein, after all, it was in the territory of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and with the tacit consent of the Great Chieftain Tribe, Alan also acted as the organizer of this gathering.

And Alan does have other purposes, that is, to let everyone know who is the biggest fist, and only in this way can the next negotiations go more smoothly.

I have to say that Camp Bloodhoof was an eye-opener for a large group of chiefs.

Bloodhoof elite warriors shrouded in iron armor maintained order, and the giants of the plains carrying huge shields like city gates lined up to stand guard on the perimeter of the bloodhoof camp, and fifty dwarves, riding on griffins and horned eagles, hovered in mid-air, shooting flaming arrows from high in the sky from time to time, leading the way for all the tribal chiefs who came.

At first, the Great Chieftain did not agree to set the meeting place in the Bloodhoof Tribe, as this would affect the leadership and authority of the Great Chief Tribe, but Manstein later rejected the public opinion and gave an unobjectionable reason.

There are so many chiefs who have traveled long distances to the big chieftain tribe, and if they don't care about eating and drinking, at least half of the tribal chiefs will not rush over.

But once the food and drink were controlled, the Holy See promised the first batch of supplies from the Great Chief Tribe to the Bloodhoof Tribe first, and now the Great Chief Tribe couldn't afford it at all, so it had to let the Bloodhoof Tribe suffer a loss first.

Having said that, all the tribal chiefs had heard of Beamon's invasion to a greater or lesser extent, but more than half of them did not support an alliance with either side, thinking that it was still dormant until the end of the war between the two clans, and the barbarians should eat and drink, and kill other tribes and beasts upside down.

In fact, it's no wonder that the chiefs don't have foresight, after all, both the human race and the beast race have bullied the barbarians, and it is better to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight than to help anyone or not.

Seeing that the chieftains had eaten and drunk enough, Alan asked the old ladies of the Bloodhoof tribe and the beast elves to take away the metal rice bowls and wine glasses.

The main reason is that Alan is afraid that these chiefs will take all the tableware away, after all, everyone is so poor, and some barbarians have never seen iron tools once in their lives.

Not long ago, the little chief of a subordinate tribe under the Nighthawk tribe took the portable teleportation crystal on the front foot, and asked Old Dylan for ten pieces of cloth on the back foot.

And Dylan, the Nighthawk Chieftain, hasn't agreed, he thinks this crystal is good-looking, but it's not as practical as cloth.

Alan led more than a hundred chiefs out of the Bloodhoof camp.

Under the watchful eyes of a large group of chiefs, Migaard and Old Lacey were each holding a portable teleportation crystal.

Old Lacey threw the crystal to the ground, and after infusing it with the magic element, a portal suddenly rose above the crystal.

A large group of chiefs were dumbfounded.

Migaard trotted all the way for more than a hundred meters, and after placing the teleportation crystal on the ground, a moment later, a portal also appeared on the crystal.

Old Lacey walked into the portal in front of him under the gaze of everyone, and appeared next to Migade in the next second.

A large group of chiefs, you look at me, I look at you, and then hurriedly took out the teleportation crystal props from his arms, his hands trembled slightly, and some chiefs shouted with moist eyes: "Magic props, it's magic props." ”

Old Lacey scolded in a low voice with disgust: "A bunch of dirt buns." ”

Migard rolled his eyes, he remembered that not long ago, old Lacey sneaked up on him and wanted to exchange his fiery wand for a teleportation crystal.

Manstein nodded, and shouted loudly, "When you return to the camp, activate the Chieftain Battle Ring and enter the magical coordinates of your tribe's station." ”

A large group of chiefs suddenly began to chatter

"What are the magic coordinates?"

"What are the magical coordinates of our station?"

"If this is directly on the ground, it will be a pity that it will be blown away by the wind."

Manstein couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, the tribes under the control of these chiefs, the largest of the four tribes, the smallest may have less than a hundred people, and most of them do not use teleportation crystals.

Eren made the guys' heads hurt and walked over to a large group of chiefs with slanted eyes.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Not to mention, the murderous reputation of the Bloodhoof Chief is too strong, especially since even a group of high-ranking officials of the Great Chieftain tribe have been hung on the tree, not to mention the two legs of the giant axe Johnny have been abolished, and no one in the more than a hundred chiefs has dared to be presumptuous.

Alan smiled and said: "No, just learn it from Lao Tzu, whoever can't learn to use magic props, don't want to go back to the tribe." ”

A bunch of chiefs, you look at me, I look at you, dumbfounded.

"The Great Wasteland borders on Bimon's territory, and the border is so long, no one knows where they are marching into the Great Wasteland from again, if anyone thinks that with the strength of their tribe, they can fight against the million-strong Bimeng army alone, then they can not learn, and the crystal will be returned to Lao Tzu, and they can leave immediately."

After Alan finished shouting, he said angrily: "The other end of the portal has not yet been determined, it may be the Holy Light Castle, or it may be near the Great Chief Tribe." ”

A large group of chiefs began to whisper, and they couldn't help but look at the Holy Son Orpheus, who represented the Holy See.

Whoever can be a chief is not an idiot, it seems that the Holy See takes the 80,000 barbarians very seriously, or it is impossible to give up the Holy Light Castle to others.

But it is precisely because of this that many people are suspicious, and even the Holy Light Castle is ready to send us, and when the time comes, we will use it, and we will not be called to death.

"Count the combat effectiveness, women and children, the old and weak, and the disabled are all not counted, the chief with a higher number of male warriors than a thousand people, go to the big chief Manstein to report, if the male warriors are less than five hundred, go to the old chief Zack to report, and if the male warriors are less than a hundred, go to the little Zack to receive supplies and leave, and after returning to the tribe, pack up their belongings, and prepare to go to the big chieftain tribe at any time." Alan didn't bother to explain, and continued to shout: "After the warriors are assembled, they will be arranged uniformly, before each tribe sets foot on the battlefield, there will be at least ten men and all women, children, old and weak, the barbarian is a big family, each tribe is a small family, the big family can't be without, the small family can't be without, I'm, no, the big chief Manstein has one request, one hundred and thirty-six tribal totems, none of them can be missing!" ”

Manstein nodded secretly, originally calling all the chiefs to come this time, it was just to discuss how to fight against the Beamon Beast Clan, and finally move the camps of several major tribes together and so on.

Allen's plan coincides with his, and it is more detailed and secure, with the portable teleportation crystal, countless small tribes can be brought together, and it can be effectively used at the last moment.

The Great Chief Tribal Elder who was standing behind Manstein whispered disdainfully, "The kindness of the woman. ”