Seeing Manstein personally confirm the news, Alan didn't bother to explain so much, he was in a bad mood now, so he directly pushed him to a group of foreign aid envoys, and walked to Mourinho, who had always been silent.

Under the gossip of everyone, the Great Chief understood what had happened in just half a day.

Originally, he was still in the Great Chieftain Tribe, discussing with many elders how to issue a battle omen order, but who knew that before Mao could discuss it, Hairdon ran over and told everyone that the 100,000 Beamon advance army had fled.

At this time, it was finally confirmed that Manstein, who had fled after the defeat of the Beamon Orcs, was not a big chief who could feed 80,000 barbarians, blinked his small eyes, and saw that Alan didn't care about him, and quickly aimed at Old Zack.

Old Zach saw Manstein's eyes, and his heart trembled for no reason.

Manstein enthusiastically put his arm around Old Zack's shoulders and said, "Old chief, our old brothers have known each other for decades, right?" ”

"If you have a fart, don't have a relationship with Lao Tzu." Now that the tide is rising, old Zack, let alone walking sideways on the Great Wasteland, has long stopped taking the Great Chief Tribe seriously.

"Hehe, your Bloodhoof tribe is now arrogant and ruthless, so many Bimeng orcs threw off their armor and ran out of the Great Wasteland, the materials they dropped, you see, is it our Great Chieftain to help clean up, after all, the Great Wilderness is our home, so many corpses and armor and weapons are not good to throw on the ground in a mess, right?"

Old Zack laughed disdainfully, before the poor of the tribes couldn't open the pot, there was not even a tent, and the wasteland was full of barbarians lying down and sleeping, and at that time I didn't see that you didn't look good.

"So you old guy has been paying attention to this." Old Zack pondered for a while and asked: "Those Beamon orcs are nothing of value, the weapons are all broken copper and iron, and the scimitars of the wolf cavalry can still make do, but they are also made of inferior pig iron, and they can be kicked off with one kick." ”

"Not inferior, not inferior." Manstein saw that Old Zach's tone loosened, and his head shook like a rattle: "You tribe don't want it, our big chief tribe wants it, those scimitars are good things." ”

Old Zack asked playfully: "Don't you say that the tradition of our barbarians does not rely on external forces, I forgot to ask last time, why are you also putting weapons and armor on the warriors now?" ”

The old chief was still worried about the last time he changed his clothes, and he always scolded Allen, saying that he was a loser.

At that time, Alan saw that all the warriors in all the tribes were enough to make armor with dragon scales, so he gave Manstein all the armor made of steel.

Manstein is such an old fritter, don't say two sentences of squeezing him, as long as you can get benefits, you just scold him twice and he won't talk back.

Old Zack didn't continue to joke, and asked puzzledly: "What do you want besides those scimitars of the wolf cavalry, I heard the sons and daughters of the tribe say that those things are really worthless than the Orcs, and many Pig warriors don't even wear shirts, so they wear a pair of shorts and fight on their arms." ”

"Why not, the warriors of your tribe have too high vision, and the wooden armor of those porcupine warriors is all covered by our Great Chief Tribe."

"What do you want those broken pieces of wood for, that thing has no protection at all, and it can be cut in half with a single knife." Old Zack looked at Manstein with a puzzled expression, thinking that this guy is not poor and crazy, and he needs to break wood.

"There are willow nails on the wood, and you can use it when you pull it out." Manstein said with a grin.

Old Zach rolled his eyes and asked, "What else?" ”

Manstein waved his hand as if he had contracted the owner of the scrap yard and said: "The scimitar of the wolf cavalry, the war horses of those fox clan staff officers, the giant wolf under the crotch of the wolf cavalry, the cloth on the battle flag, the leather armor of the bear officer, the dry food for the march, the amplification instrument for the sacrifice, the corpse of the three-headed giant beast, the rifle of the harpy, and the shorts of the pig-faced warrior, we all want it." ”

Old Zach was completely convinced, he had always known that the Great Chief tribe was poor, but he had never thought that he would be so poor.

In the face of Manstein's naked desire to take advantage, the honest old Zach finally agreed.

Thinking that they are all of the same clan, even if the big chieftain tribe wraps everything up, it will be divided when the time comes, it is impossible to fill the private pockets, and there is no place to sell the private pockets, in the end, the old Zach still nodded and agreed, this little thing does not need to be decided by Allen, he can make it all right, not to mention that he knows that Allen can't look down on those rags.

Manstein was overjoyed and tentatively asked, "Can you give us the armor-piercing crossbow arrows inserted in the sacrificial corpse?" ”

"Dream on, the children have already recovered those armor-piercing crossbow arrows when they cleaned up the battlefield." Old Zack laughed and said, "There is also a sacrificial amplification instrument, that's a good thing, don't think about it." ”

Manstein didn't care either, and called Halton over and said loudly: "Hurry back to the Great Chieftain tribe and organize everyone to clean up the battlefield." ”

Halden staggered towards the portal.

At this time, Allen stood in front of Mourinho, with the left side of his face written to find fault, and the right face written to cause trouble.

Mourinho smiled bitterly and said, "I definitely can't catch up, unless you can sneak into the Imperial City of Shabak." ”

"Fuck, Huront is a big kid." Alan was furious.

For him, although it was exciting to defeat 100,000 Beamon orcs, letting this guy Hiront run away swept away his good mood.

"Don't talk about this, when do you think the Beamon army will be able to enter the Great Wasteland in a big way?"

Mourinho shook his head and said: "If the 100,000 advance army does not break and flee, it will take ten days at most, but tens of thousands of remnants of the army will run back after defeat, and the blow to the army's heart will be very fatal. ”

"I have to wait again, and I don't know when the Holy See's assembled forces will be, it's no fucking good to just fight, it's not okay to do this."

Mourinho smiled and said, "The Beast Woodland is on the south side of the Great Wasteland, what are you so worried about. ”

Eren is really not worried about the safety of the Bloodhoof Tribe, but really cares that the opponent is too poor, and it is not interesting to win, there is no oil and water at all.

Alan didn't answer Mourinho directly, but asked playfully: "So many Beamon orcs died in battle today, it seems that you are very happy to see your appearance." ”

"Is there one?" Mourinho neither admitted nor denied it, and said a little ruthlessly: "The Beamon who died in the battle did not have the Swan Clan, and the advance army was defeated, which can only prove that Beamon's contemporary Beast Emperor is unknown, but the Fox Clan Chief Rommel is very wronged, this person has always been known for his cunning and prudence, but he didn't expect to die in the end on a greedy word." ”

Alan glanced at Mourinho with a smile, and said with a fake look: "By the way, I haven't 'thanked' you yet, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to estimate the distance so accurately, fortunately, there is you, the leader of the big traitor gang of Beamon." ”

Mourinho's brows twitched, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he knew that his liver was on fire at a glance.

"Angry? Hehe, traitors don't end well in general. "Allen is not targeting Mourinho, he just hates the house and the house, he divides Mourinho and Huiron into one kind of person, because they are both traitors.

Mourinho is so smart, when he heard Allen say this, he was no longer angry, and said leisurely: "I, Mourinho, are not the same as the traitor Hurente who killed the same clan, the two are very different, you know this!" ”

Alan agrees with this, and the other party can indeed be called a qualified commander who loves soldiers like a son.

When he was in the Holy Light Castle, if Mourinho was afraid that his soldiers would be sacrificed, he would not have been able to personally take the Beamon Behemoth into battle shirtless.

But knowing is knowing, Alan never gives up any opportunity to hurt people.

"What's the difference, you have two more wings than him, and you can have an extra pair of Orleans roast wings when you die?" Alan said disdainfully: "Pretending to be a good person, betraying the same clan is betraying the same clan, and you will always be branded as a traitor." ”

Mourinho was not ready to argue with Alan about these meaningless things, and asked with a smile: "Do you understand the current patriarch of the Lion Clan of Beamon, who is now the Beast Emperor Caesar?" ”

Alan was in no mood to sarcastically mock Mourinho now, and when he heard the other party mention the Beast Emperor, the ruler of Beamon, he asked with a little interest: "I don't understand, then you tell me, it just so happens that I also understand our biggest enemy." ”

Mourinho's expression was very complicated, and he said slowly: "The hero of the Beamon orcs, the hero of the San Cassis continent. ”

Alan nodded, and the other party's evaluation was very good.

Just now he said that he didn't understand it must be false, after all, when has this been, it is impossible not to do the work, but he doesn't know much about Beamon's beast emperor Caesar, just some things that everyone knows.

The Beast Emperor Caesar reigned for fourteen years, and it took five years to unify all the Beamon races on the northern side of the continent.

Instead of engaging in people's livelihood and construction, the Beast Emperor Caesar vigorously developed the military and continued to support the military, and then used military forces to continuously suppress the House of Elders, suppressing the power and sense of existence of the House of Elders to the lowest point.

Originally, everyone thought that this was a militaristic leader, and many nobles in the country began to favor the military.

After suppressing the divided Senate, Caesar began to disarm and disarm most of the nobles.

Disarmament is tantamount to depriving the major families loyal to Caesar of their core rights and having no right to speak.

It's a pity that the only elders' house that can check and balance the Beamon Beast Emperor has long existed in name only, and the Shabak Imperial City has almost become a hall of words for the Beamon Beast Emperor.

It's a pity that with the passage of time, the fifteen-year period is about to pass again, and the major families and nobles have also begun to look for new potential stocks.

Like Mourinho, the first marshal of Beamon, like several blood descendants of the beast emperor Caesar, like some high-ranking noble patriarchs designated by the House of Elders, etc.