Tro, who sat down in the open top, asked with great interest, "I would like to ask a question, what does your tribe need so much steel for?" ”

"It's too cold to build a house." Eren opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"I think building a house is fake, building equipment is real." Without waiting for the other party to deny it, Tro squinted his eyes again and said, "I guessed right, the new chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe?" ”

Alan found that this griffin knight always likes to squint his eyes and speak, he originally thought that the other party was a master who was hidden deeply, but just now he found out that this guy is still highly short-sighted, and even the wine glass on the table is like a fortune teller old blind man, groping with both hands.

Alan also remembered that he paid attention to this problem when the two met for the first time, and at that time he thought that the wind in the wasteland was too big for the other party to adapt to.

What the hell, this kind of blind can become a griffin knight, there is no talent in the western diocese, Alan shook his head secretly.

Alan didn't bother to explain so much: "How do you know that I'm so domineering?" You can even see that you are blind? ”

"As a western diocese bordering the wasteland, we still have some understanding of the leadership structure of the barbarian tribes, and I can basically guess from the attitude of the tribal warriors towards you."

It's good if it's not an inner ghost, Alan secretly said that he has a lot of heart, but he also knows that this kind of thing can't be hidden for long, and besides, the Bloodhoof Tribe is not a big tribe, whether it changes the chief or not, it is estimated that the Holy See will not pay attention, as for whether it can be recognized by the Great Chieftain Tribe, he and the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe don't care, anyway, it has already been a stalemate.

"You're not a native barbarian, are you?" The fortune teller Tro asked with squinting eyes again.

Alan still didn't deny it, and said with a smile: "Ha, is it so obvious? You've got amazing eyes, you can see everything! ”

"Your body type, style, and demeanor, although you hide it well, you can't hide it from my eyes! The most important 。。。。。 Tro pointed to his head and continued: "Wisdom, a command that other barbarians do not have. ”

"You're so smart, does your mother know?" Alan quipped: "Actually, my real identity is a baron nobleman, can you believe it?" ”

Tro rolled his eyes, and when he farted, he diverted the topic and said, "Cardinal Lord Lando admires you very much, and the barbarians have no way out, so it is better to defect to Lord Lando." Although I don't know much about you, you can climb to the position of the chief in a short time as a foreigner, and you have to be impressive, you are really smart enough. ”

"Well, I'm pretty smart." Allen suddenly changed his hippie smile, and said inexplicably: "I guessed another thing smartly, if I guessed correctly, those materials outside, didn't you think about letting me keep them, right?" ”

When Tro heard this, his face was obviously a little unnatural, and he asked calmly, "Chief Bloodhoof, what do you mean by this?" ”

"How many of you Bishops have sent this time? Hehe, did the old coffin of the big chief also have a kick, which tribe participated? Did the four noble tribes intervene? ”

Troll's head ached, and his mind immediately recalled all the details from the moment he stepped into the camp, carefully remembering what had gone wrong.

"It would be nice if we could change things back, but when you go back, report the information of our camp, and then drive back with a large army and destroy us in one fell swoop, right?" Alan teased, "If the situation changes, the other griffons will quickly go back to report the news, right?" ”

Every time Alan said a word, Tero's heart beat wildly, and he had to wave his hand to deny it when he looked at the other party's smiling face, and hurriedly said: "How come, if this is the case, why should I be alone in danger?" ”

"I'm afraid I'll break the jar and burn the jade, aren't you? Last time, in a fit of rage, you destroyed a Warcraft crystal nucleus to make you remember it for a long time, aren't you dragging me! ”

Hearing this, Tro smiled helplessly, and finally his face changed, he clapped his palms, and said with appreciation: "The proposal I made just now has always been effective, and under the command of the cardinal, there will be a place for you." ”

"Old Covenant, aren't you worried about yourself?"

"Of course, I don't have the strength to kill all the tribal warriors in a camp, but it's okay to hold you back." After Tro finished speaking, his figure retreated violently and drew his sword, and a dark red fighting aura wrapped the sword body.

"Douqi, this Nima is rotten on the street, is it a person?" Alan slowly stood up and stretched out, seemingly not taking the other party seriously.

"A chieftain without tribal warriors is of no use." Tro didn't seem to give up, and continued to persuade: "If you really have to wait until Lord Lando's troops and the Great Chief's men join forces to slaughter your tribe, what value do you have at that time, and the new Bloodhoof Chief really doesn't think about it?" ”

"Your boss has a big heart, you want me to be a puppet? Are you going to fund the development of our Bloodhoof tribe, and then turn the wasteland into the backyard of the Holy See? ”

Tro admired the guy in front of him more and more, nodded appreciatively, and asked curiously, "How do you see it?" ”

Alan pointed to his head with his finger and said lightly: "Human nature! ”

Tro didn't quite understand the answer given by the other party, so he had to continue: "Lord Lando has enough resources for you to grow and grow on your own, and you are willing to sit back and watch the Great Chief continue to suppress you?" ”

Alan smiled: "I'm really a little tempted, but even if I take my brothers to surrender, do you believe me?" ”

Tro really admired the other party's mind this time, and shook his head: "There are many ways to control a person. ”

"Is it some kind of pill concocted by your human alchemists? Or some soul confinement contract or something? ”

Tro repeatedly promised: "As long as you are willing to be used by Lord Lando, you can give you whatever you want." ”

Alan said disdainfully: "Pull it, I don't know what happened to Song Jiang." ”

"Who is Song Jiang?"

"Learn from the West!" Alan burst into a snort, quickly grabbed the wine glass on the table, threw it to the ground, and then tried to pretend to be a forced expression that was in my hands...

Then, Alan slowly lowered his head, a little dumbfounded, looking at the wine glass on the ground intact.

In fact, he was not afraid of this vindictive griffin knight, not to mention that he had just mastered the barbarian war ring and dragon power, but let Dina stand outside the tent, he beat a Yorkshire short-sighted eye is a piece of cake.

The main reason is that he feels that he is a tribal chief, and he is also a regional leader, although there are only a few hundred people in the tribe, he can't personally roll up his sleeves as soon as he fights with people, so he is so faceless and loses his identity, so he is ready to learn from those more awesome characters in history, make a cup or something, and then eight hundred knife and axe men rush in to chop the other party into meat sauce, that Dora style.

Having said that, he didn't have the luxury of eight hundred sword and axe men, and the camp was full of tribal warriors plus a group of dwarf radishes, and there were less than eight hundred people, but it was good to rush in more than ten tribal warriors to satisfy his vanity or something.

Who knew he had forgotten that the wine glass on the ground was from the hands of a dwarf, a product of absolute conscience, and of the highest quality.

The things made by these dwarf mules have always been known for being unpretentious and resistant to dry resistance, but Alan just didn't use too much force to fall, and the wine glass was intact, and the ground was smashed into a hole.

Tro was also dumbfounded, not knowing what was crazy about this neurotic in front of him.

"Damn!" Alan yelled urgently, "Fuck here, a bunch of fools, you can't hear me dropping something." ”

Five tribal warriors led by Babylon the Great rushed in from the tent and surrounded Tro.

Babylon the Great didn't open any pot and asked stupidly, "Chief, didn't we say that we would drop the cup?" Why are you shouting again! ”

"Get out!"

Tro was not in the mood to look at the other party's nerves, put his fingers to his mouth, and hurriedly whistled loudly, his body like a bow of the full moon, ready for battle.

"Go, tell De Niro, keep the birdmen out there for me." Eren kicked the table over, and the Kick Ring ran towards Tro.