Zach Sr. jumped off the giant clawed tree and walked over to Gonzalez and reached out to help him up.

For the spiritual leader of all the barbarians in this wasteland, Old Zack still has some admiration in his heart, unlike Manstein, the great chieftain, the great shaman rarely interferes in the specific affairs between various tribes, and will often help some weak tribes.

Although the Bloodhoof tribe is free from the leadership of Manstani, they will never turn their backs on the divine light of the great god Kakalu.

Gonzalez slapped the elder Zack's outstretched hand, stood up and snorted fiercely, staring at Alan without blinking his eyes like a prisoner from a labor camp looking at a bathing center for free rewards.

Alan was a little creepy to see by this embarrassed old guy.

Gonzalez walked towards Eren step by step, and the warriors who were guarding him made a way.

The warriors still knew their former spiritual leader, the Great Shaman, and they didn't show any hostility, and besides, with the old man's physique, if there was really any bad intention, it was not enough for the new boss to kick him.

"My young man, my name is Gonzalez, the great shaman of the Great Chief Tribe." After Gonzalez introduced himself with a smile, he saw that Allen's eyes were not eyes and his nose was not nose, so he coughed a little embarrassedly and continued, "You must be the new chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, right?" The great god Kakaru blesses you. ”

After saying that, Gonzalez touched Alan's chest in a good way.

Allen hates this kind of old god stick that relies on old people to sell old clothes and fool ghosts, and he raises his hand to knock off the other party's groping pig hand.

Big Babylon walked up behind Alan and said embarrassedly, "Ellen, don't be so unreasonable to the great shaman. ”

Gonzalez, who saw Babylon the Great, didn't appreciate the other party's affection at all, and snorted heavily in his nose.

The fire of Allen's gossip was burning, and the great shaman seemed to be very dissatisfied with old Zach, and it didn't seem to be the kind of hatred that was right and wrong.

Gonzalez pointed to the restless beasts around him and said in praise: "The fierce beasts of the wasteland have ten points of combat power, and the Bloodhoof tribe has seven points. ”

Alan thought for a long time, but didn't understand what Gonzalez meant.

"Chief Bloodhoof, can you let this strong young man of your tribe retreat to the camp first, the misunderstanding between compatriots can only be solved without force, just let me be an intermediary, okay?" Gonzalez said with a smile.

"Yes, I'll give you face." After Allen finished speaking, before Gonzalez could praise him, he suddenly laughed and said, "But we have to finish the business first." ”

Seeing Gonzalez's puzzled expression, Alan didn't explain, and shouted around: "Brothers, from the lion tribe, one person breaks a leg!" ”

The tribal warrior, who had never made any sound except for breathing, suddenly raised his weapon aloft, and then burst out with a roar that resounded through the wasteland: "For the glory of the tribe, for the prestige of the chief!" Break a leg!!! ”

Cologne and Babylon the Great shouted at the same time: "Array." ”

The tribal warriors who had been scattered in all directions, like the most elite Terran soldiers who had been trained for many years, kept shuttling between each other and finding their own place.

In just a few seconds, two triangular battle formations were lined up in unison.

Cologne and Babylon the Great stood in front of the two battle formations, with Little Zach in the center, leading five vindictive warriors to protect Duff and several barbarian mage apprentices who had landed on the ground.

Ten griffons hovering in the sky, with piercing screams from their beaks, began to lower in height, and the final glyph hovered over Duff.

Easter threw a loud whip from the rattan whip in his hand, and more than a dozen wasteland tyrants sitting on the ground stood up, driving the wolves behind the battle formation, and shouted, "Break one of the arsonists!" ”

There was a uniform sound of "pop", and more than 100 warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe covered the face armor on their faces without making the slightest extra sound.

"Forward!" Old Zach burst into applause.

Gonzalez was already dumbfounded, and the expression on his face was full of amazement.

Is this still a barbarian who fights with instinct? Is this still a red-eyed barbarian who doesn't even know how to retreat? He had seen countless Terran legionnaires with his own eyes, but none of them had completely forbidden, like the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The speed of the two teams continued to increase, from the initial stride forward, to the current acceleration trot, until they were less than two hundred meters away from the Lion Tribe warriors, and the teams began to sprint with their weapons held high.

Seeing the enemy constantly closing in on him, Johnny had recovered from his initial panic and roared twice to bring his soldiers together.

The sense of oppression brought by the Bloodhoof tribe to their own people was too strong, the uniform movements, the look of no panic at all, the armor that was almost armed to the teeth all over the body.

The two silent teams didn't seem to be barbarian warriors who had come to participate in the battle, but two war machines that only knew how to kill, from slow to fast, constantly approaching.

Alan pushed Gonzalez away from him, took the dragon halberd from Dina's hand, and rushed out with the bloody hooves ring.

He was the last to move, and after sprinting all the way, he was the first to rush into the lion tribe.

He has only one target in his eyes, and that is Johnny the Giant Axe.

"Let go of the Tribal Guardian Beasts and kill them all." Johnny also saw Allen's former rival, his red eyes as if they were dripping blood.

The original bronzed skin was slowly covered with gray-white, and after jumping off the "giant axe" xenomorph gray lion, Johnny also rushed towards Allen.

One was once, the other was now, and the two were crowned by the leaders of the strongest tribes, and under the arrangement of fate, they fought again.

"Boom!" Allen, who jumped into the air, smashed Johnny's head with the dragon halberd held high.

The battle between the two chiefs was staged.

With the battle of their own chiefs, the most elite warriors of the two tribes finally exchanged hands.

Babylon the Great raised his giant sword, concentrated the tip of the sword with all his fighting energy, and slashed down a giant wolf of the wasteland of the lion tribe that was blocking the way.

The giant wolf of the wasteland who originally rushed out had already shown its fangs, ready to jump up at any time and bite off the opponent's neck, but when it was less than two meters away from Babylon, it seemed to have a premonition that danger was coming, and turned around with extreme agility, but unfortunately it was not as fast as Babylon's giant sword after all, and the giant wolf's body was broken at the waist, and the scarlet blood mixed with some fragments of internal organs was poured into the giant sword with the power of fighting energy, and it exploded and flew away.

The warriors behind Babylon the Great, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, rushed out of the battle array, constantly cutting through the pile of lion tribe warriors.

Trailing behind him were Cologne and the warriors behind him, and the triangular battle formation began to change, changing from its original shape to a long serpent formation, constantly extending the ranks in an attempt to encircle the warriors of the Lion tribe who were already caught in the battle.

Cologne and the warriors behind him just kept extending the encirclement, and never took the initiative to attack except to push back the lion warriors who tried to break through the encirclement.

When they realized that they were surrounded, some of the lion tribe warriors kept trying to cut the encirclement formed by the bloodhoof warriors, but unfortunately every time they were in vain, either forced back, or entangled by the enemies in the encirclement.

One side is half-petrified skin, and the other side is half-petrified skin wrapped in steel armor.

On one side are traditional barbarian warriors, and on the other side are tribal warriors who are deeply influenced by the battle formation.

On one side are the traditional warriors of the lion tribe who fight with brute strength, and on the other side are the bloodhoof warriors who are trained by their own chiefs every day to defeat the enemy.

The warriors of the Lion Tribe didn't take the armor worn by the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe into account at first, and still relied on brute strength to fight in close quarters.

Perhaps they could punch the Bloodhoof warrior in the face, chest, and other body parts.

However, the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe, I don't know when they began, have become extremely precious to their lives, even if other parts are punched and kicked, they have to protect their vital points.

The craftsmanship of the dwarves is indeed worthy of its name, and the armor worn by the bloodhoof warriors implements the excellent characteristics of the dwarves who are simple and unpretentious, resistant to maneuver and hard-working.

Don't seek lightness, only thick and resistant to beating, not dexterity, only thick and resistant to beating, not easy to wear, only thick and resistant to beating.

A brute force blow from the lion tribe may smash a small pit or dent in the incomparably thick armor, but it is far from serious damage.

The warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, keeping in mind the chief's orders, one person and one leg, one more will not work, and one less will not work.

So they didn't attack the warriors of the lion tribe with weapons, except for blocking with weapons.

Even if they don't use weapons to attack, but the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, as long as they protect the vital points, whenever there is a slight opportunity, they will definitely attack the opponent's vital points, throat, crotch, heart, back of the head, face, ribs, armpits。。。。。。

Where it hurts, where to pick up, where to pick up where to start!

The fist of the male lion tribe warrior casserole, no matter how loud the hammer sounds, no matter how many times he shoots, he can't bear the blood hoof tribe warrior all at once.

The tricky angle of the shot, the uncontrollable anti-convulsion will come to a flirtatious kick, as long as it is hit, the lion tribe warriors are either covered with blood on their faces, or lying on the ground and covering their crotch twitching.

As soon as the combat power was lost, two bloodhoof warriors immediately came, and with a powerful kick on the knee, the lion warrior was kicked to the ground.

As long as he lies on the ground, a warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe with a mace will rush over, and the warriors with other weapons will surround him to protect him, and the warrior with the mace will immediately crouch down, measure the strength and angle of the shot, and smash it down with a stick on the calf of the lion warrior.

There were more and more bear tribesmen lying on the ground covering their calves, and several strong lion warriors noticed that fewer and fewer of their people could stand on the ground, so they had to try their best to gather together so as not to be broken by the enemy.

Unfortunately, as long as there were more than ten people, the dwarves riding on the griffins in mid-air would throw a small transparent glass bottle at them, and after an explosion, there would be a splash of flames, making them hold their heads and run around.

If it was just griffins, after all, there were only ten of them, and it would be impossible to take care of the entire battle.

You don't let us gather together, we can always join forces to fight the enemy in twos and threes, right?

But the Bloodhoof Warriors still couldn't get them as they wished, as long as two or three got together to get into a battle with the Bloodhoof Warriors, the Terran magician on the periphery would take a few other barbarian magic apprentices to release some low-level spells such as fireballs and water arrows, although they were not lethal, but they also made them busy and tired.

If it is miserable to break a leg, then the battle guardian beasts in the lion tribe are even worse.

The Wasteland Bears ignore the Lion Warriors at all, they seem to have a soft spot for beasts that bully other races, and several Wild Bears surround one and go up to pounce, bite, punch and kick.

Those fierce beasts don't want to protect their masters, they can't protect themselves.

These violent bears, just like the shrews chasing the junior, are like a storm with big claws, they shoot to death, and if they can't fall down, they will go up and bite, you can't move, if you dare to move, you dare to have a violent bear ride on you and crush you, and if you can't crush you, you will also break your ribs.

There were more and more warriors of the lion tribe lying on the ground, all of them holding their calves and wailing and twitching.

Cologne, who was outside the field, shouted: "Clean up the battlefield." ”

The tribal warriors who formed the encirclement finally got off the field and began to enter the battle, one by one, as long as they were lying on the ground, they all kicked and fainted, and after dragging them up, they threw the fainted lion warriors together.

As long as the number of male lion warriors who fainted was about seven or eight, there was a tribal warrior next to him who whistled to the sky, and after the whistle, the dwarf riding on the griffin in the air would shoot a large net to cover all the male lion tribal warriors on the ground.

Babylon the Great was a good subordinate who obeyed the orders of his leader, borrowed a mace from his companion, and constantly patrolled back and forth.

"Boom~~Woo~~~~~"

"Aren't you just going to smash a leg? The unfortunate man clutched his legs and looked at Babylon the Great with grief and indignation.

"If you didn't say it earlier, I thought you just fainted."