The barbarians who have lived in the wasteland of constant war since childhood, their desire to fight has never changed, and only the enemy has changed.

For most of the warriors left behind by the Bloodhoof Tribe, they are proud at the moment, and their hearts are full of glory and achievement.

Even if they die in battle today on this former homeland, they have no regrets, because they fought for the tribe, for their families, for the glory of the Bloodhoof.

They never thought about why these invaders came, and they never regretted following Old Zach and Big Chief Manstein to tear their faces.

They never think about the cause of the day and the fruit of the day.

They didn't question Zach Sr.'s decision, let alone Allen's decision.

They are just warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and fighting is what they are best at.

At the beginning, Alan only asked for fifty tribal warriors to stay, and these fifty places made all hundreds of warriors fall to the head.

Although Alan had said that he would try his best to ensure their safety, none of the tribal warriors took it seriously, for the glory of the tribe and their families, they had never reported any hope at all whether they could escape alive, let alone cared.

Even Babylon, who had always been a little clever, felt that it was not impossible to follow his new chieftain to fight to the last man, and perhaps one day in the future, this battle would be sung in the wasteland, and the name of his great Babylon would be sung.

This big man, who was three points stronger than the other barbarian warriors, was already covered in blood at this time, and his half-petrified skin was also full of coagulated blood.

A punch stunned an elite warrior of the lion tribe, and Babylon the Great shouted, "Next! ”

Spit out the bloodshot saliva of the puppet, Babylon the Great said to himself: "You cubs of the lion tribe, the bones are really hard. After saying that, he shook his head, and his neck rattled and made a terrible mess.

This was already the fourth warrior of the lion tribe he had beaten down, and looking at the four warriors of the lion tribe who had passed out on the ground, Babylon the Great raised his eyes to look at the blue sky.

The elite warriors of several lion tribes around him did not interrupt him without authorization, but quietly waited for the opponent to recover his strength with respect for the strong.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a blue sky in the wasteland!" Babylon the Great suddenly remembered his stupid mother-in-law, the barbarian woman who had lost her fortune every day.

He didn't expect that he would be alive to see his stupid mother-in-law again, but thinking of his stupid little son, Babylon the Great was still a little unwilling, the little child who had been Muna since he was a child, but the first barbarian child to learn human meditation, even smarter than the old chief's son Little Zack, maybe he would become the first barbarian magician ever, but unfortunately he might not be able to see that day.

He only hoped that he and the dozens of other warriors of the Broken Queen's sacrifice would be worthwhile, and if he could, as long as he could get his chief out, even if he was killed now, he would not complain.

Since the old chief openly turned his face with the big chief, although the great Babylon showed a heartless appearance every day, when he returned to his tent, he was also worried for countless days and nights, because the life of the tribe was getting more and more difficult, no other tribe was willing to marry a woman to the Bloodhoof tribe, and no big tribe was willing to take in the Bloodhoof tribe, and there was a lack of food and clothing in the camp, even the newly born barbarian little life was about to survive the cold winter moon.

Who knew that by chance, he and little Zach went to the outpost to meet Allen, an unreliable human nobleman, and by chance, this unreliable guy came to the wasteland with the awakened of the Titan bloodline, and came to the Bloodhoof tribe, and by chance, this unreliable foreign nobleman became his chieftain.

This foreign man, who was also a fierce mess, had a great appetite for Babylon the Great, and he was not as treacherous and cunning as other humans, but quickly drank and talked with their group of barbarian warriors, whom the outside world called barbarians, and became brothers and sisters.

To tell the truth, Babylon the Great knew in his heart that all the tribal warriors were like him, and they were both proud and inferior to foreigners.

Pride is due to their excellent combat effectiveness and strong body, while inferiority is due to the fact that they do not have a civilization of their own, they cannot produce, learn, plant, and in addition to fighting, they cannot even solve the problem of food and clothing, which is the main reason why they are called barbarians by the outside world.

Babylon the Great, like the other tribal warriors, longed to fight, but he also understood that battle was not the whole of life, much less the main melody of life.

They hope that their next generation, their next generation, will not be born in the flames of war and die in the flames of war, just like them.

But what can they do, they can only fight, helplessly, no matter how strong they are, they can't change this fact.

Perhaps the great god Kakaru heard his prayers of Babylon the Great, and little Zaka brought back the foreign man, Alan.

This foreign man, with the spirit of a dead pig not being afraid of boiling water, led the tribesmen to rob the human merchant group to alleviate the tribal dilemma at that time, and also led the tribe to survive the cold winter month.

This waste aristocrat, as a foreigner, constantly uses the whimsical ideas in his mind to constantly improve the originally dilapidated tribal camp.

This foreign man, somehow, persuaded two humans to teach adult warriors human martial arts and fighting spirit, and taught the children of the tribe to learn meditation and magic.

Every day, this foreign man dedicates himself to all the tribal children learning the lingua franca of the road and teaching them how to use tools to better improve their tribe and life.

This foreign man told everyone in the tribe that their blood was shed only for their homeland and family, not for the Great Chief, not for anyone in the wasteland.

Old Chief Zack, since the declaration of independence, every tribal warrior can see his guilt and self-blame, although every tribal warrior does not regret it, but they are not good at words, and they do not know how to comfort their beloved old chief.

It was this foreign man, in his equally unpretentious words, who told the old chief and the others that the Bloodhoof tribe fought only for their homeland and relatives, not for the Great Chief, and not for anyone.

In this way, the old chief abdicated with relief, and everyone could see that old Zach had opened his heart knot for many years.

The new chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, through his words and deeds, has woven a beautiful dream for them, a future far away from right and wrong, and a future full of laughter.

The new chieftain changed them, changed their inferiority complex, and made it clear to everyone that they were the first generation of the rise of the Bloodhoof Tribe, a generation of people who took the first step, a generation of people who created their own civilization.

Babylon the Great seemed to see a light in his new chief, a light called hope.

This is also the belief and reason why Babylon the Great would rather fight to the death than buy time for Alan.

And he also believed that many of the tribal warriors, who had the same idea as him, fought for the light.