Chapter 260: The Sour Tatar
The battle between the Bloodhoof and Beamon at Fort of Light takes place in the Southern Diocese's sphere of influence, and in close proximity to the Great Wasteland.
It's definitely impossible to hide such a big thing from the big chieftain tribe, and Alan didn't want to hide it, and he didn't think there was any need to hide it, just take his brothers out to fight, barbarians, don't you go out to fight and fight?
Besides, Lao Tzu's idle eggs hurt and went out to beat people, and he has a hairy relationship with you.
And for everyone other than Allen, it's nothing more than going out to fight with someone, and then returning with a big victory, no one thinks much about it.
First of all, Alan, he is not unfamiliar with Beamon orcs, and he almost killed a Belbear officer in Outpost County before, so he thinks there is nothing to make a fuss about.
Besides, Conslet and a few other old guys, whether it is a handsome old man, or a blind dragon swordmaster and old Lacey, these old things are not to mention the Bimon orcs, and they don't know how many intelligent creatures from other planes have died.
Finally, the young warriors led by Babylon the Great and Thackeray, for them, some fights are fine, and it doesn't matter whether the opponent is a Bimon orc or a holy see.
So Eren didn't take it seriously, and the rest of the camp didn't take it seriously, and everyone involved in the battle didn't think it was a big deal.
But they had no idea what a shock the outside world had caused in this battle, which they would basically never talk about again.
Not to mention other forces, the nearest big chieftain tribe sent people to understand the situation as soon as possible.
At dawn the day after the battle, the Barbarian Grand Wizard Tatar arrived with the Barbarian Grand Prophet Gonzalez to the Bloodhoof Tribe.
The two of them rode the giant wolf of the wasteland and rushed over overnight, so you can imagine how anxious the big chieftain tribe must be.
It's a pity that it's useless to be in a hurry, there are a large group of magicians in the Bloodhoof Tribe who can pull a remote teleportation array, and the front foot will go in and the back foot will arrive.
And these two old guys, with old arms and legs, can only ride the giant wolf of the wasteland.
This is the difference between having money and not having money, and Allen's group of people is like taking the high-speed train, and they are comfortable and fast.
The two old guys are like riding a big twenty-eight, not to mention the crime, and they are still slow to die.
When the two first arrived, Alan was in the camp doing psychological work for a large group of beast elves.
"Girls, I didn't care if you wanted to shoot me before, but I didn't care about what you ate and what you drank, but now everyone doesn't care about the past, why don't you be my secretary together."
Alan is fantasizing that a group of long legs follow behind him, so don't be too face-saving, in case of danger, these long legs can also act as bodyguards, Lao Tzu raised his hand and pointed to a row of arrows raining over, it's cool to think about.
However, the beast elves ignored him, and sat on the ground with their hands on their knees, burying their heads in silence.
"Everyone is an ethnic minority, so why should ethnic minorities bother with ethnic minorities? If this had been before, if we had taken the exam, we would have been able to add points together. β
Alan thought that there were only 80,000 barbarians in the whole continent, and there were only 10,000 beast elves, all of whom were ethnic minorities, so why did you bother to work for Beamon.
The beast elves still ignored him, not knowing what the psychopath was talking about.
"Fuck, it's okay to give a reaction, if it weren't for the fact that you all have long legs, Lao Tzu would have given you a click."
The beast elves raised their heads, with disdain, not that they were not afraid, but that they didn't believe it, at that time, on the wall of the Holy Light Castle, this guy was almost shot as a hedgehog and didn't kill him, not to mention that now that the two sides have completely exchanged their status.
"Damn, forget it, when Lao Tzubai said, I'll go back in the evening and think about the wording, and we'll continue tomorrow."
The beast elves rolled their eyes in unison, this barbarian who kills people on the battlefield is like a chatter under the battlefield, since he was captured, this guy comes to surrender every day whenever he has time, and there is a lot of nonsense, there is no point to the point, and I don't know what the hell is going on.
Regardless of whether the beast elves replied or not, he talked to himself for a long time next to him, and every time he finished speaking, he was satisfied with his face, and then left humming a little song.
No matter what the beast elves think, anyway, Alan is like this, whether you return or not, Lao Tzu just went to see a pair of long legs.
In fact, for these beast elves, it is not impossible to submit to the barbarians, they have lived in the territory of Beamon since childhood, and they are far more aware of the cruel laws of the forest than others, and the survival of the fittest is the most basic thing.
Although they were captured by a group of barbarians of the wasteland, they were not treated unfairly, and they ate whatever they ate, even if they were restricted in their range of activities and the three fierce beasts watched them in shifts, they did not beat or insult them, but every day a large group of female barbarians came to bring food and drink and some warm clothes.
In recent years, Mourinho has waged many small-scale wars against surrounding forces, and many beast elves have been captured, and after being captured by the enemy, the end is miserable.
After the initial panic, the beast elves realized that these barbarians were not terrible, and those strong bear-like barbarian warriors, as a male, paid little attention to them.
You must know that even in the royal city of Shabak, many beast elves are coveted by princes and nobles.
Aside from the fact that the barbarian chief was annoying and restricted in freedom, the beast elves thought the food in the camp was pretty good.
Little Zack is a group of half-grown boys, because they often make cameo appearances as magic archers, and they have nothing to do and want the skills of bloody hoof archery, but the beast elves ignore them.
If little Zack and his guys are idle eggs, then many of the old ladies in the bloody hoof camp are idle milk sour, a large group of old ladies are not doing their jobs, always delaying Alan to see the long legs and not to say, knowing that they are captives, the old ladies have nothing to do and come over to ask for warmth, so they don't say anything, they are okay and always talk about such a thin girl, don't be sick when the wind blows the sun.
And what makes Alan speechless the most is that he looked good at the long legs, but a group of old tribal ladies were messing around here, and you had nothing to do on this hot day to send a hairy clothes, all of them were covered, and I also looked at your grandmother's legs.
Theoretically speaking, these tall beast elf warriors are not thin at all, but they are indeed a little slender compared to a large group of barbarian old ladies with big shoulders and round waists.
For the first time, the beast elf warriors felt cared for, and many of their companions would often chat with the barbarian ladies and the like.
Seeing the leg-mad demon Allen, when he saw the first and second god sticks of the barbarians coming to visit, he wiped the harazi on his mouth and changed his face: "What are you two old immortals doing?" β
Tatar and Gonzalez have long been accustomed to Allen's rudeness and unreasonableness, and there is no way, who makes people have hard fists and money.
There are rich people with big fists, so Alan is very willful.
Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, Alan said viciously: "Shao Teniang's come to me to fight the autumn wind, where to call me and go back." β
The Leg Maniac thought that these two people were dead again, and they wanted the beast cubs to come.
The treacherous and cunning Gonzalez said with a straight look in his eyes: "I'm coming to see my precious daughter, if you don't like me, let Giselle follow me back to the Darkmoon Tribe." β
Alan gave a thumbs up and sighed secretly, the old guy counts you ruthless.
The Leg-Watching Maniac turned around and shouted, "Babylon the Great, don't you see the old prophet coming, hurry up and get some delicious food, such an eyeless thing." β
After shouting, Allen hurriedly went up to ask for warmth as if he was filial to his uncle.
Gonzalez has no money and no people, and he doesn't have big fists, but he has a beautiful girl, so he is more headstrong than Allen.
"Old prophet, look at what you said, you can rest assured that Giselle is here, I have gained a few pounds, and my breasts are big. Uh, no, it's the cuirass that is thick, and the general bow and arrow can't be broken, by the way, what's the matter with you running so far, if you want something, just send someone directly, so far and so much toss, are you hungry? Thirsty or not? I don't think you have to talk hard at all, can you still go up to the fifth floor in one breath? When will I be able to kick my legs and see Kakalu? β
There is no way, Alan is no longer willing to deal with the old prophet and must pretend to be warmly welcomed, he also remembered the other identity of Gonzalez, to say that people's heads are covered with the title of a great prophet, Alan birds don't bird him, but who calls people still Giselle's father, although he didn't have any substantive relationship with Giselle, but after getting drunk that night, he watched what he should have seen and touched, or could he know that Giselle's chest has become bigger again.
If you want to say that Allen has no good impression of Giselle, a naΓ―ve and simple little talker, he must be talking nonsense with his eyes open, not to mention his personality, as far as Giselle's figure is concerned, he is definitely a supermodel who walks the Victoria's Secret show in his previous life.
Alan is the most resistant to this kind of long legs, why don't you always go to the beast elves to "surrender" all day long.
No one can say what will happen to the two of them in the future, maybe Gonzalez will become half a father in the future, so Alan can't continue to speak ill.
However, Alan felt that compared to Giselle's words, Gonzalez, the future old man, was a little incompetent.
My wife is the first in the beauty of the wasteland, but unfortunately my father-in-law is not suffering from terminal cancer.
Gonzalez, who had been treated on an oversized scale, looked like a proud rooster patrolling the territory, and under the leadership of Allen, he held his head up and patrolled the Bloodhoof camp.
"Well, yes, the warriors are getting stronger."
"The beasts are still obedient, aren't they?"
"Bloodhoof Chief, you're doing your duty."
"Well, yes, yes, yes."
Alan nodded his head like a devil translator.
But I was also complaining in my heart, what does it have to do with you whether the soldiers under Lao Tzu's command are strong or not, and I didn't steal your rice.
Tatar, the great wizard who followed Gonzalez, looked at Gonzalez with some envy, remembering that his daughter-in-law had stepped on Tieshan and made the acid-etched giant crow squirt, and sighed slightly.
Before Allen was born, the eldest daughter of the Tatar family was definitely a "good man" who could run a pony on her arm and a saro beast, and Tatar, who was a father, was also very proud, and boasted that his daughter could take down two or three barbarian warriors at a time.
If you want to say that in the past, the daughter of the big chief tribe who was born to a family was definitely to be despised, the barbarians advocated force, and respected men, and the female barbarians were just accessories and reproductive tools.
A strict wife like Babylon the Great is a cowardly bag that has not been encountered in a hundred years.
But since the eldest daughter of the Gonzalez family fell close to the Bloodhoof Chieftain, this old guy has been hard to speak in the Great Chieftain tribe, and he dares to talk back to the Great Chief Manstein, and you can't refute him, because as soon as you refute him, people start to say things like "What is my son-in-law's Bloody Hoof Camp" and so on, as if the Bloody Hoof Camp is his family.