On the vast wasteland plains, two distinct teams stood in the scorching sun.

The smaller side, dressed in a simple animal skin skirt and with a strong upper body exposed.

These hundred warriors all have piercing scars on their rock-like muscles, and tattoos of a lion totem are tattooed on their backs, heads, thighs, and chests.

This kind of team, dressed in a costume that is obviously characteristic of the Wasteland Barbarians, is the Wasteland Lions, one of the four noble tribes of the Wasteland Barbarians.

At the front of the procession, there stood a barbarian warrior who was more than two meters and a half tall like an iron tower, his eyes were red and he looked into the distance, and his mouth made a sound similar to the roar of a wild beast, as if he was ready to choose someone to devour, which was unsettling and terrifying.

Along with the warriors of the lion tribe, they all kept a certain distance from him.

He is known as the strongest warrior in the wilderness, the chief of the lion tribe, and Johnny the giant axe.

As the chief of the tribe, Johnny inherited the barbarian tradition and never had the habit of using weapons.

The Great Axe wasn't his weapon, but his Battle Guardian, a giant gray lion of a different species covered in scales.

The "Giant Axe" is different from other giant gray lions of the same kind, in addition to its tall and strong body, it is also covered with pitch-black scales, like armor all over the body, not only that, but the head of this xenomorph giant gray lion also grows a flattened sharp horn like an axe.

Johnny's eyes were naturally red, and whenever he fought, the muscles of his body would be rock-like and gray, unlike the half-petrified skin of other barbarians.

As we all know, these two characteristics only exist in the giants of the Garnia Plains.

The indigenous barbarians of the wasteland all know that Johnny is not strictly a barbarian, but a mixture of two races.

Legend has it that his father was not a barbarian, but a giant clan of the Garnia Plains, and his biological mother was Johnny, who was born after being taken captive by giants.

Thirty-five years ago, Johnny, a baby baby, was abandoned by the Giants on the border of the Garnia Plains and the wasteland.

And the great chief Manstein, who was just an ordinary warrior of the lion tribe back then, brought the offspring of this giant and barbarian back to the lion tribe to raise him when he was out hunting.

Since childhood, Johnny has been treated like an alien by countless discriminatory and indifferent treatments from the lion people, and everyone regards him as a disgrace to the tribe, even the current lion chiefs, whenever they see him, they will think of the people they have been taken away by the giants.

It wasn't until Johnny became an adult that he left the tribe alone.

The people of the Lion tribe only knew that he had entered the vast plains of Garnia, and they did not know what he was going to do, and no one asked or cared.

A few months later, Johnny brought back the infant "Giant Axe", the xenomorph giant gray lion.

A man and a beast did not enter the camp of the lion tribe, but shouted "Manstein wait for me" a hundred meters away from the camp, and then left resolutely.

At that time, except for Manstein and Johnny, who had not yet become the Great Chief and were just ordinary warriors, the people of the Lion Tribe all ignored Johnny, who was alone outside the camp.

They don't know where this anomaly is going, and they don't care.

After Johnny disappeared, Manstein soon became the council elder of the Great Chieftain tribe.

It wasn't until five years later, when all the lions had forgotten about this barbarian outlier, that Johnny returned with the "Great Axe" and challenged the current Lion Chieftain as a king.

The contemporary male lion chieftain was broken alive by Johnny, and even the battle guardian beast was trampled into pulp by the "giant axe".

When Johnny offered to replace the chieftaincy, no one agreed, because the chieftain was supposed to be elected by the tribesmen, but there were always exceptions.

Without the support of Johnny's election as chieftain, he kept challenging the new chieftain, and the poor ghosts who had just become the lion chieftain could not and were not allowed to refuse Johnny's challenge, but unfortunately they all ended up dead or wounded.

Johnny's road to chiefdom is not without blood, and in this way, he stepped on the bones and blood of countless lion tribesmen to obtain the position of chief of the lion tribe.

In less than ten years, under Johnny's strong leadership, the lion tribe, which initially had only a few hundred people, and its bloody and cruel methods, continued to swallow dozens of surrounding barbarian tribes, large and small.

In the end, the lion tribe developed into one of the four noble tribes of the wasteland, and also pushed Manstein, who was only an elder at the time, to the throne of the great chief of the wasteland in one fell swoop.

A barbarian mixed race, in just a few decades, I don't know how much blood of the same clan has been stained, let alone how many lives of the same clan have been killed, creating today's lion tribe.

Looking at the human legion not far away, Johnny's face was full of disdain, and he kept slapping the same irritable xenomorph giant gray lion, and reassured: "There is only one fate for the prey, the lurking of the male lion, just to bite the prey, the fangs are even sharper." ”

How could a fierce and ferocious lion be in the company of a cunning fox, Johnny comforted himself that he would not have bothered to join the Holy See's lackey alliance against the Bloodhoof tribe in the setting sun if it were not for his unconditional obedience to the Great Chief.

Although he longed to slaughter the waste of the Bloodhoof Tribe, as the chief of the barbarian tribe, he did not want even a drop of barbarian blood on his hands.

Waving a tribal warrior, Johnny commanded, "Tell Custer to give them another half hour, when the time is up, whether the griffons come back or not, the lion tribe will not continue to waste time." ”

Half a moment later, the messenger of the tribe warrior ran over and said respectfully, "The humans said that they will not attack until sunset, if we can't wait, we can attack first, chief, I think they want to use us to confront the bloodhoof head-on." ”

Johnny's blood-red eyes looked at the human phalanx stationed not far away, and said word by word: "The lion in the wasteland never cares about the cunning of foxes!" Tell the warriors, get ready to attack, I'm going to finish off Bloodhoof Zack with my own hands. ”

The warriors of the Lion Tribe, who had received the order, kept roaring.

"Lion fangs! Blood splattered blood hooves! ”

"Lion fangs! Blood splattered blood hooves! ”

"Lion fangs! Blood splattered blood hooves! ”

The hundred warriors brought by Johnny this time are all elite warriors of the tribe, who blindly obey the orders of the chief all the year round, and constantly slaughter their own people, so that they have long forgotten some of the traditions of the barbarians, and it seems that they have only become war machines that only obey orders and numb to carry out killing orders.

For them, there was no psychological burden to hold the butcher's knife up at the Bloodhoof Tribe, who were also barbarians.

Johnny straddles the Great Axe, and the void points in the direction of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

More than a hundred barbarian warriors rushed over like a tsunami landslide.

The elite warriors of the Lion tribe know that their chieftain is referring to a place where lives are ruined.

The human warriors not far away, looking at the lion tribe warriors who were like beasts out of the gate, heard a cry like the earth shaking the mountains, as if this was not a hundred barbarian warriors, but a hundred beasts that chose people to devour.

Gat, who was protected by thirty vindictive warriors in the middle, was originally the leader of the guard squadron of the Western Diocese, and was also the commander of the human unit this time.

Looking at the barbarians who rushed out like a floodgate open, Gart secretly frowned.

He didn't want to launch an offensive so early, after all, there was no news about those materials and the Warcraft Crystal Nucleus, and the priority this time was not the Bloodhoof Tribe, but the Warcraft Crystal Nucleus that needed to be supplied to the Holy See Holy City Headquarters, if it was damaged in the battle or destroyed by the other party's jade burning, everything would be meaningless.

After thinking for a moment, and seeing that the warriors of the Lion Tribe had rushed out hundreds of meters away, Gat had no choice but to tell the herald next to him: "The giant shield hand advances, follow this group of barbarians, and send twenty Douqi warriors to follow their flanks, let them infiltrate the Bloodhoof Tribe to find the Demonic Beast Crystal Nucleus, and the rest protect the magician Lord Cass." ”

After receiving the order, the herald went down and began to assign tasks.

In this way, the human battle phalanx also slowly began to advance, trailing behind the warriors of the Lion Tribe, constantly approaching the camp of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

At this time, Allen, who was a few kilometers away, was standing above the camp in the void more than ten meters above the ground, and the wings of the water element illusion behind him were flying up and down.

Alan kept yelling at the tribal warriors in the camp below: "Hurry up, hurry up, retreat when you're done." ”

Duff, who was also standing in the void next to him, had an old face as if he had drunk old wine, and his face was flushed.

"You're not alright? Brothers are all done? ”

Duff rolled his dead fish eyes and said angrily: "You should be inexhaustible in your magic power?" After casting the Water Wings on you, there is not much magic left, and you still have to fill those dirt pits, why don't you try it? ”

"Neurotic, I'm not a magician." Alan tilted his head, looking like he was in charge of my business.

"It's okay right away, hehe, I guess they can't stand it anymore."

"Don't be lazy, either of us won't be able to run away for a while!"

Old Dufu wiped the sweat from his face and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, it's up to you next." ”

"Then I'll go down, you can't release our pigeons for a while, can you?" Don't forget to hold the other party's fire mage. After Allen finished speaking, he took out a large handful of demonic beast crystal nuclei from his arms, and hesitantly handed them all to Duff.

"What the hell are you talking nonsense, get out of here!"

Eren gave Duff a roll of his eyes, flickered the two water elemental wings behind his back, and slowly descended below the camp.