There is a special profession on the continent of San Cassis, and that is the bard.

They don't have any special talents, at most they can sing a few ditties and play some very common instruments.

Bards all have one thing in common, they are particularly capable of tossing.

Their life is a life of wandering, they have no home and no relatives, the only thing they have to do is to keep wandering.

They use their own eyes to observe the world, and their own feet to find every inch of the unknown on the continent.

On the way of wandering, they will listen with their hearts, see with their eyes, listen to everything they can hear, see with their eyes, and carefully observe everything they see and hear.

They keep repeating two things, absorbing and spreading, absorbing everything that can be absorbed, and spreading everything that can be transmitted.

That's all a bard has to do all his life.

Whether it is the Bimon clan, the various nations of the human race, and even the elves and druids, there are bards.

There is only one place on the continent of San Cassis where there are no bards, and that is the Savage Ancient Plains.

Everything that the people of the world know about the Savage Ancient Plains is known through the mouths of the Holy See, or the mercenaries under the major merchant groups.

But people believe in bards even more, because the Holy See will always make biased comments about other races under the guise of religion, and the mercenaries are mostly drunk when they go on their missions.

As for why the bard couldn't go to the barbarians' territory, the reason was because the barbars were so poor, there were no hotels to stop in, there was no place for people to share news, and most importantly, they were not welcomed by the barbarians of the barbarians.

It's not that barbarians discriminate against bards, it's that barbarians don't welcome any foreigners.

Recently, however, the veil of mystery of the Savage Ancient Plains has finally been lifted by the bard.

Spread by ten, by hundreds, by hundreds, by thousands of bards, who knew everything they knew about the Savage Ancients and the Barbarians.

Especially in dozens of countries large and small on the northernmost side of the human territory, including densely populated countries such as the Kingdom of Locke, the Duchy of Sadido, and the Southern Diocese of the Holy See, countless taverns, brothels and other places where the three religions and nine streams gather, one after another bards spread everything about the wild ancient plains.

"The Golden Dwarves of the Garnia Plains 。。。。。。。 Alive"

"The Barbarian Horde Defeats the Holy See Iron Cavalry Legion 。。。。。"

"The Flame Wine unique to the Savage Ancient Plains circulates to the Outpost County 。。。。。。"

"From the outpost county, you can buy the dwarves to make weapons and armor...

"The barbarians in the ancient wilderness don't eat people, they only eat meat raw。。。。。。"

"It is true that barbarians do not bathe all year round, only yellow sand cleans their bodies。。。。。"

"The infidels have defeated the legions, and the remnants of the defeated army will return from the wasteland wearing only safety pants。。。。。。。"

"There is a devastated pearl in the wasteland, the Bloodhoof Tribe, which is the center of the Savage Ancient Plains, the holy land of all barbarians。。。。。"

"Beamon is about to counterattack the Human Empire, and the Savage Ancient Plains are on the front line of the battle, perhaps stand by and watch the return to the mountains and snowy regions to open the strategic barrier, and let Beamon pass through the 。。。。。。。"

Countless news, true or false, spread quickly on the territory of the human race like dandelions scattered in the wind.

And Allen, the initiator of all this, was lying on the back of Iron Mountain at this time, listening to Heldon's report.

"According to your orders, all the caravans that have stepped into the Great Wasteland from the Valley of Roaring Roar will be charged a tenth of the total value of the goods as a toll, and the bards of the caravans will be forcibly taken to the nearest tribe for hospitality."

"yes, I see." Alan coped absentmindedly.

Helton, who is the messenger of the Great Chieftain Tribe, did not leave with several high-ranking members of the Great Chieftain tribe some time ago, but was left by Manstein in the Bloodhoof Tribe as a messenger, that is, a liaison between the two sides.

Most barbarians are not good at using their brains, and Heldon, as the barbarian who has the most contact with humans in the Great Wasteland, has a much broader horizon, but even so, he can't figure out what his new boss thinks.

Facing Heldon's puzzled expression, Alan was annoyed, and he didn't bother to explain so much, so he said casually: "Because you have to be down-to-earth!" ”

Seeing that the new boss didn't seem to want to explain too much, Hairen smiled bitterly and left with a sense of humor.

"That's right!" Alan called out to Hayden, who had turned to leave, and said, "Let Babylon the Great lead a few wolfwolves of the wasteland to attack those negotiations." ”

"Huh?" Hayton looked at Alan dumbfounded, he really didn't expect his new boss to be so insidious, he collected money with the front foot, and attacked the other party with the back foot.

"What do you want!" Alan continued, "Tell all the merchants that if they need the escort of the Bloodhoof Tribe, add a tenth of the price as protection money. ”

Haldon nodded and left completely speechless.

Seeing the other party leaving, Alan stretched and jumped directly from Tie Shan's back.

Alan has already discussed with the soldiers under his command, everyone will not rob the human merchant group in the future, because if there is too much robbery, there will definitely be casualties, whether it is his own people or humans, it will cause losses, even if there is no loss, the human merchant group may prefer to take a long detour in the future than go to Roaring Valley, he doesn't want to do a hammer deal.

Looking at Iron Mountain's giant eyes like copper bells, Alan patted its head.

Tie Shan rubbed Alan affectionately with his huge head, and after saying very perfunctorily that I was still awake, Tie Shan closed his eyes again.

Since Iron Mountain was in the evolutionary period, it seemed that he was getting lazier and lazier, and even the food needed to be fed by the tribal warriors themselves.

And Iron Mountain is the only guy in the entire tribe who doesn't have to go out for a walk with Esther among the nearly 100 fierce beasts in captivity.

It's not that Iron Mountain is more powerful than Easter, it's that it's too resistant to beating.

Iron Mountain simply exerts the ability of the giant gray lion species to resist beating, because due to the evolutionary period, it can instantly transfer the mineralized material of the four hooves to any part of the body, that is, where to be beaten, where to transfer.

As a thousand-year-old giant treeman, Easter's way of domesticating fierce beasts is very simple and rude, that is, he directly summons a large number of wood elemental or earth elemental giants, and beats the disobedient beast with a fat beating.

Especially the giant clawed tree, almost every once in a while, it's not that it's lazy, but as soon as this guy goes out, he looks like crazy, like a wild dog that has escaped the leash, and he resolutely refuses to come back until he eats.

Except for the Wasteland Stormbear, who is naturally lively and active, almost every beast has been cleaned up by East, and as a giant gray lion in the late stage of lazy cancer, Iron Mountain is the one that has been beaten the most times.

It's a pity that Iron Mountain is too resistant to beating, and I don't know why, even more than the other giant gray lions in the Fierce Beast Forest.

This guy's strategy for facing Esther is very simple, that is, as soon as you close your eyes, lie down and sleep, you can beat me, whatever you want, anyway, I just don't move.

Later, Esther sincerely admired Iron Mountain's spirit of resistance, and finally did not force it to take it out of the camp for a walk.

All the knowledge inheritance in the Savage Ancient Plains is basically by mouth, and there is no book record, almost all of them are passed on by word of mouth by prophets, wizards and others, and it is easy to break the generation.

Just like the portrait of the god of war drawn by the great chieftain tribal wizard Tatar, what Alan saw in the environment was obviously a big bald head, but when he arrived at the great wizard Tatar, he became a big Zhang Wei, not only is he not bald, but he is also a non-mainstream, with a colorful head, and the great wizard Tatar also said that it was caused by the blood of various races.

Everyone only knows that the giant gray lion will evolve, but no one has ever seen it, and they only know that the fierce beast will be very powerful when it evolves, but no one knows how powerful it is.

Everyone in the barbarian race is still stuck in the kind of thinking that whoever is big is powerful, and the evolution of the wasteland storm bear is so powerful, you can imagine how powerful the evolution of the iron mountain is bigger than the storm bear.

But Alan didn't think so, he felt that the reason why the wasteland storm bear was so powerful, in addition to the very strong combat effectiveness in various places, the combat IQ and the idea of cooperating with the battle accounted for a large part of the factors, so he was not very optimistic about the lazy Iron Mountain, even if the Iron Mountain evolved into a dragon, it was a dragon that was too lazy to die, and he didn't count on it at all when fighting.

Just like the battle against the Iron Cavalry Legion not long ago, the Bloodhoof Camp can be regarded as pouring out, but Iron Mountain, lying in the rear of the Iron Cavalry Legion, fell asleep, and when Alan returned triumphantly, he found that Iron Mountain did not come back, because when he faced the Iron Cavalry Legion, he directly released Iron Mountain from the different space necklace and then went into battle, completely forgetting to place Iron Mountain.

This guy was also lucky, hundreds of remnants of the Iron Horse Beasts were defeated and fled, and no one did anything to make a move, all of them ran around the Iron Mountain.

And Iron Mountain is now in the evolutionary period, and almost everyone in the camp except for Alan regards it as a treasure.

Old Zack deliberately released Iron Mountain from the animal pen and let this guy run around the camp casually, basically treating him as a wasteland storm bear cub.

It's a pity that all this is like throwing a look at the blind man, Tieshan is not rare at all, Lao Tzu's most annoying thing is to move, you still want to let me fuck free, Lao Tzu don't be a child, just sleep and eat。。。。。

Undiscouraged, Old Zack built a shed on top of the Iron Mountain Beast Fence, one is to block the rain, and the other is to block the sun, and he is afraid of carrying it in the sun.

It's good now, Tie Shan, who was unwilling to move, was finally deprived of even the right to bathe and bask in the sun.

Alan knows that every time Iron Mountain takes a shower, it's when it rains.

Iron Mountain had never bathed before the Bloodhoof Tribe was on the outskirts of the Beast Forest, because it didn't rain on the wasteland.

After arriving at the periphery of the Fierce Beast Forest, Tie Shan finally had an additional hobby, that is, in addition to sleeping and eating, he added a rain bath.

Alan and Tie Shan are now difficult brothers, because they have a problem.

Iron Mountain is a phenomenon that shows evolution, but it cannot evolve for a long time.

Eren has mastered the elements of ancient magic, but he just can't cast any magic.

Just listening to it sounds, but it's useless.

Stretching again, Alan suddenly missed the carefree days of Outpost.

"Stealing half a day's leisure, hey, it's not easy, Lao Tzu is also a tribal leader now, busy, too busy."

Jana, who was directing the giants to dig trenches not far away, rolled her eyes fiercely in the direction of Allen.