If you ask who the poorest race on the continent of San Cassis is, the barbarians of the wasteland say that they are second, and no one dares to say first.

Hundreds of years ago, under the leadership of the Holy See, many human kingdoms formed an expeditionary force of up to hundreds of thousands, pointing at Shabak, the king of the Beamon orcs, trying to completely wipe out the Beamon orcs in one fell swoop.

Then these hundreds of thousands of expeditionary forces, armed to the teeth, encountered a very embarrassing thing, they had just set foot on the Great Wilderness, and before they saw a single Beamon orc, they first fought with the indigenous barbarians in the wasteland.

The indigenous barbarians of the wasteland are very capricious, and the barbarians, with a population base of less than 100,000, after seeing the Terran soldiers, they will do it with the expeditionary force without saying a word.

It's not just humans who are dumbfounded, but Beamon is also dumbfounded.

In the Holy See, they are not good-tempered masters, they have always bullied people before, and this is the first time they have encountered someone who takes the initiative to find fault and fight, can this still be endured?

The most important thing is to save face, so under the leadership of the first generation of the wise and martial pope, everyone did not hesitate to start the first battle of the heretic crusade, known as the Battle of the Great Wasteland, although their enemies were not at all the Bimon Orcs as originally envisaged.

Barbarians are gifted, born with semi-petrified skin, with an average height of more than two meters per capita, and a body shape like a big black bear walking upright, not to mention the combat effectiveness, and also has a good physique that is resistant to beating and drying.

There are also many tricks in the human race, such as the Holy Light priest who is in charge of healing, the high-level Douqi Templar, and all kinds of mages, especially the military system and large-scale combat experience that have fully matured.

The battle of the Great Wasteland that lasted for three months, the barbarians suffered heavy losses, and the Holy See was not much better, after this battle, let alone going to the Beamon orcs to find trouble, the shortage of supplies and low morale made it impossible for them to get out of the Great Wasteland alive to see the Beamon orcs.

This headless battle has completely pushed the barbarian group to the opposite side of the Holy See, but the barbarians don't care, anyway, we are all so poor, and we can save some rations by dying a few more people, most of the barbarians are the poorer and more ruthless, and the more ruthless and poorer they are.

In this large-scale battle in which hundreds of thousands of people participated, the only name that has been remembered by history and spread to this day is not a large army commander or the commander-in-chief Pope, nor is he a barbarian battle hero who has turned the tide endlessly, but a small aristocratic baron.

This noble baron's name is Bot, who was born in the declining aristocratic branch of the Locke Kingdom, and is the second cousin of the uncle's family of Alan's grandfather's grandfather.

It was this little man who put an end to this farcical battle.

The process is magical, Baron Bot is a road idiot, he got lost after following everyone, and then walked alone to the Great Chief Tribe.

This guy is also a talent, in the face of tens of thousands of barbarians, his face did not change his color and his heart did not beat, so he directly pretended to be a negotiator of the Holy See, and said a word to the big chief, which roughly means: Our big guy has suffered heavy losses this time, and he is ready to discuss stepping out of the great wasteland.

A group of five big and three rough barbarians summed up, and finally the big chief made a gesture and demanded: "A hundred wagons of food, ten wagons of cloth, it is better to leave the horses and carts at that time!" ”

Bot decided the matter on the spot, but the barbarian couldn't write, and he didn't have a word or anything, so he had to high-five.

Baron Bot returned to the headquarters of the expeditionary force and told the commander-in-chief the Pope about this, and the Pope replied very happily on the spot, that is, he waved his hand and summoned two warriors, crackled and beat Baron Bote, and expelled him from the expeditionary army.

The reason for this is simple, because everyone does not believe what Bot said, and the barbarians who make those demands, converted into gold coins, are not enough to consume hundreds of thousands of legions in a day, isn't it a joke?

In fact, the Great Pope is not to blame for this, after all, no one expected the barbarians to have such a small vision.

Not to mention that Baron Bote's name can be sung to this day, at that time, the Baron rode back to the Kingdom of Locke on a fast horse, scraped together the supplies with borrowed and looted, and personally sent the things to the Great Chief Tribe with a few guards.

The big chief divided the things and divided them, and the chiefs of the major tribes were also satisfied, and they entertained Baron Bote.

The barbarians are very sincere, and the next day all the barbarian warriors withdrew from the battlefield and were directly broken into pieces, and it was time to go home and go home, and it was time to live as if they could not live anything.

This time the Pope was dumbfounded, he suddenly realized a problem, that is, why the expeditionary force led by himself fought with the barbarians, and after being puzzled, he sent a messenger to ask the Great Chief.

The big chief didn't know how to write, so he sent a message directly to the messenger for him to convey, that is: How do I know, you a large group of people came to the Great Wasteland, I thought you were going to rob our tent, how did I know that you were going to fight the Beamon orcs, next time you say it earlier, waste the expressions of Lao Tzu.

After the end of this farcical battle, the Holy See, which had suffered a loss, classified the barbarians as infidels and uncivilized barbarians.

The barbarians have finally surpassed the Beamon Orcs and become second on the list of enemies of the Holy See.

The first is the peer of the Holy See, the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect in the far north, only between peers is naked hatred.

In this context, the barbarians don't have a good impression of the Holy See and a great human realm, anyway, we won't mess with you, and you don't come to the Great Wasteland to find fault.

And now the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, Bloodhoof Zack, is the first barbarian chief to set foot in the human sphere of influence in hundreds of years.

The elite warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, who had been unimpeded along the way, did not encounter any obstacles at all, not even the human legions that were originally stationed at the border.

Looking at the ruined city gate not far away, Old Zach frowned, waved his hand and called a soldier under his command to speak: "Big Babylon, I always feel that something is wrong, our tribe is the most clever in you, what do you say." ”

Babylon, who is more than two meters tall and has a big bald head full of totem tattoos, said angrily: "Chief, why don't I go in while it's dark to see the situation, didn't the human messenger say a few days ago, there is no escort force in the outpost county, I have written down the route, and when the time comes, we can just break in and rob the people." ”

Old Zack shook his head and said, "That human envoy may not have any good intentions, he may just want to borrow our hands to get rid of the lord here." ”

"Oh, old chief, don't worry." Big Babylon squeezed his fist and volunteered: "Leave it to me, so many of us are too eye-catching, I'll touch it myself." ”

Old Zack looked at the big Babylon and the little giant-like figure, and nodded helplessly: "Then you be careful, if there is an accident, you can directly set fire to it, and it is best to burn all these cunning humans to death, and when we see the smoke, we will rush in to help, and we will definitely find the location of the ancient castle." ”

"Good! Wait, old chief. Babylon the Great smirked, and ran to the outer walls of the outpost in the night.

A half-barbarian child with a particularly immature face, two lines of snot swaying in the wind on his nose, ran over and just wanted to speak.

Old Zack kicked directly and kicked the child into a rolling gourd.

A group of warriors from the Bloodhoof tribe next to him secretly wondered if little Zach was born to the chief.

"Get out!" Old Zach roared, "Don't mess with us, go and play." ”

Little Zack got up as if nothing happened, and said innocently: "Dad, that stupid guy of Big Babylon, he is so tall and strong, at first glance he is our barbarian, why don't you let me go, my body shape is still like a normal human race." ”

Old Zach bared his teeth and snorted coldly, which was considered a tacit approval.

Little Zach ran out excitedly, shouting the name of Babylon the Great.