The organizational structure of the barbarian tribe is very special, the bottom is the elite warrior in charge of fighting, usually except for fighting and fighting is to give birth to children, there is no other middle-level leader, and the top boss is the tribal chief.

However, in addition to the chieftain, the larger tribes also have three people: tribal shamans, tribal prophets, and tribal shamans.

The shaman's main duties are to perform the birth dance, to deliver the beasts and female members of the tribe, and to dance a song on the eve of each battle.

And the tribal prophet is mainly responsible for the tribal shaman's mysterious convulsions, madness, gibberish and fainting after the dance, and finally told everyone with confidence: The god of war said, this time we will go out to fight and fight and win.

Whether their opponent was another tribe with a prophet or a dragon, the battle predicted by the prophets was a sure victory.

Tribal shamans are mainly responsible for treating injuries and illnesses, such as bruises, colds, fevers, etc., and play the role of barefoot doctors.

And the tribe with wizards has never had a time to heal people, if the wizard can't cure others, he will put all the blame on the prophet, and then the prophet will swear to everyone that this is the will of the god of war, and the god of war will make you sick with a cold and fever, and you must be sick with a cold and fever.

Of course, the barbarian constitution rarely gets sick, and it is generally broken bones and full of bags by other people.

There are hundreds of tribes in the Great Wasteland, large and small, and there are thousands of tribal chiefs, prophets, shamans, and other management personnel combined.

Manstein couldn't remember the last time the management of all the major tribes in the wasteland had gathered, even if a few years ago, when the Earth Dragons Legion stepped into the Great Wasteland, the Great Chieftain tribe had recalled more than a hundred chiefs under the emergency warning battle order.

And today, with the verbal invitation of Haydon, the new chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, all the famous chiefs in the Great Wasteland came day and night.

Manstein felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't help it, because the Bloodhoof tribe ruled the beast forest, because the Bloodhoof tribe had countless steel, because the bloodhoof tribe had ready-made fighting spirit and magic teachers, because the bloodhoof tribe had too many things that other tribes dreamed of but couldn't ask for.

Not to mention the major chieftains in the Great Wasteland, even ordinary warriors don't have a good-tempered lord, and the Bloodhoof tribe is so wide, it's not that everyone hasn't thought of using other means to get what they need.

Unfortunately, Johnny is a living example, the elite warriors of the Lion Tribe who had a broken leg are a living example, and the people of Tatar and Gonzalez who were hung from the tree at the entrance of Bloodhoof Camp are living examples。。。。。。。

It's not that the big chief Manstein doesn't understand these truths, but unfortunately there is no way, sometimes the rich second generation who mixes into the beggar gang is far more appealing than the beggar gang.

Alan led many chiefs to the statue of the god of war, and a large group of barbarian men more than two meters tall actually knelt on the ground and hugged their heads and cried.

Alan and De Niro in the distance looked at each other and smiled.

But De Niro is a cheeky giggle, and Allen is a treacherous smile.

In front of a large group of chiefs is a fifteen-meter-tall stone statue, completely modeled after the god of the wasteland, Kakalu, the god of war that all barbarians believe.

In order to make the idol look more majestic, Alan asked Duff to infuse it with water magic, and eight flags floated on the top of the idol, each of which drew a Savage Ancient Guardian Beast, namely the Spine Sword Tiger, the Giant Gray Lion, the Acid Erosion Crow, the Wasteland Bear, the Dark Wolf, the Dark Moon Leopard, the Two-Headed Blood Serpent, and the Savage Dragon.

Originally, Alan wanted to set up a statue of Kaos, the god of chaos, but that guy was a black fog and nothing to look at, and a large group of uneducated barbarians didn't know him, of course, the most important thing, Alan thought that Kaos didn't bring him any substantial benefits, except for a dragon power, but he was constantly being regarded as the most wanted criminal by the Holy See.

In addition to the eight flags fluttering in the wind, the Idol Pedestal was infused with bloodline magic elements by Conslet, and the enlarged version of the Bloodhoof Battle Ring loomed in bursts of red blood mist.

Manstein gave Alan a deep look, his expression inexplicable.

Alan glanced at Manstein triumphantly, his expression was very straightforward, which roughly meant that Lao Tzu was rich and capricious.

Seeing a large group of chiefs go from initial shock to now kneeling without crying and crying, Alan was not surprised at all.

For the barbarians in the Savage Ancient Plains, whether it is an ordinary tribe or the four noble tribes, even if it is a big chief tribe, there is not a statue of the god of war that belongs to them.

Even if the poor barbarians need to pray to the god of war, in addition to silently reciting two sentences of the god of war blessing me in their hearts, it is just a matter of shouting and going through the motions.

No way, who calls the barbarians too poor, but all believers who believe in the Holy Father on the human territory will worship a statue of the Holy Father at home, although it is not big, but the cost performance is very high, the cheapest is two or three copper plates, and someone in the family is sick, children are married, go out to pick up money and the like, everyone will chant two sentences to the statue of the Holy Father: The Holy Father bless me to go out to pick up money, the Holy Father bless my father to be free from illness and disaster, and so on.

It stands to reason that no matter how poor the barbarians are, it is impossible to find even a few logs, but the reality is like this, you can let a large group of strong men more than two meters tall pick up huge wooden stakes to make a tiger, but it is too difficult for you to let them carve a statue of the god of war out of wood with iron tools.

Even Johnny, who rarely likes to be of impure blood, has a face that moves and involuntarily kneels on one knee with a pious face.

Especially the great wizard Tatar, with snot and tears on his face, little Zach glanced at him with disgust.

Alan prayed for a while, and then said aloud: "From now on, all the tribal chiefs of the Savage Lands can come here every month. ”

Manstein smashed his mouth and stabbed Tatar with his fingers.

Tatar wiped his tears, and then walked up to Alan with some hesitation, and when he saw the latter's face as usual, he muttered: "God of War Statue, can you move back to the Great Chief Tribe, after all, it is the center of the wasteland, and 。。。。。 ”

"Okay." Without waiting for Tatar to finish, Alan said with a smile: "And the cubs of the Wasteland Storm Bear are sent to the Great Chief Tribe with so many catapults and siege ballistas, okay?" ”

Tatar didn't speak for a moment, although he couldn't understand why this guy was suddenly so good at talking, but in the end he pretended to be reserved and muttered for a while, and then said with a full posture: "Well... Since Chief Allen said so, then I have to reluctantly embarrass it on behalf of the Great Chief... ”

"Get out!" Allen changed the expression he had just smiled and groaned, and scolded with a faceless face: "Did you give you some face, you want to take advantage of anything cheap?" Dare to run to the Bloodhoof camp to fight the autumn wind? Isn't it a long memory? ”

Tatar was completely dumbfounded, are you fooling me?

Maybe it's because Tatar has always suffered losses on Allen's side and never took advantage, as the great wizard of the barbarian clan, he was scolded by Allen in front of such a tribal chieftain, but he just smiled awkwardly, and didn't express anything at all.

Alan glared at him and glanced meaningfully at Grand Chief Manstein.

Clearing his throat, Alan pointed to the huge statue of the god of war and shouted, "From now on, anyone who steps into the wasteland and does not recognize the name of the god of war, Kakalu, will be an enemy to my barbarians. ”

The top brass of several large chieftain tribes and the rest of the chiefs looked at each other.

Seeing that no one was holding stinky feet, Babylon hurriedly raised his horned python and yelled according to the words that Allen taught him: "The Great Wasteland is our home, our territory, whoever comes to our territory to spread wilderness will beat him!" ”

The Great Babylon, who is covered in black armor like a demon god, has a lot of momentum, but unfortunately the horned python has not woken up yet, and it is lying on his stomach, which seriously drags down the mighty image of the Great Babylon.

Little Zack was changing his voice, shouting like a male duck: "We savages are the masters of the Great Wasteland!" ”

Alan said fiercely: "Especially the Holy See, come one, kill one!" ”

"Let's kill one by one!"

"Yes, we are the masters of the Great Wasteland."

"Whoever sets foot in the Great Wilderness and does not believe in the god of war is our enemy."

"That's right! Chief Bloodhoof was right. ”

A large group of chiefs all knew that they were in trouble, whether they were really provoked to be enthusiastic or to give face, at least they made enough gestures and shouted in a mess.