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Because whether it is in the army or in the Blackwater Security Company abroad, the fist is the truth, whoever has the fist is hard, and whoever says it is the last word.

In this life, Alan still doesn't like to reason with others.

Because whether it is in the Great Wasteland, or now deep in the rear of the south side of the continent, what he said is already the last word, and it is impossible to lead to Blackjack by relying on the reason alone.

Alan was convinced that Black Jack, since he was the famous King of Demon Ice, would never let Sadido and his regular soldiers intercept him.

Besides, fools know that they can't be stopped at all, let alone stopped.

On the continent of San Cassis, there is no justice, let alone reason.

Copying a guy without a word is the way to survive.

The more enemies you beat down, the more people will gradually respect you.

This is also a survival philosophy that Allen only realized some time ago.

Alan accompanied Jana back to Sadido this time for two things.

One is to restore Princess Cana and Prince Scott.

One is to lure out Black Jack and let the Great Pope and the handsome old man and others join forces to destroy him.

But whether it is Allen or a group of tribal warriors, there is not much fighting spirit at all.

Except, of course, for the war maniac Brad.

When this guy was in Dragon City, he couldn't find an opponent to fight with him, and he had nothing to do to pass the time by kicking a few guinea fowls all day.

In just over half a year, Alan led the tribal warriors, and the opponents he faced were not ordinary people.

The powerful barbarian elite warriors, the pagan crusade legion with the highest ranking of conventional armed forces, the Bimon orcs, the Juggernaut and the dragons, and the Terran boss Sacred Mountain, etc., and so on.

A person who always eats delicacies and delicacies, and suddenly one day let him eat coarse tea and light rice, he will not gobble it up at all.

It's called raising a mouth.

A fighting collective, with which the number of people fighting is either several times more than their own, or the mainland's well-known extreme powerhouses, when one day, suddenly let this combat collective fight against a group of weak chickens, they will not have much spirit.

It's called raising a bad hand.

Without the little old man Fan Di's warning, Alan also understood what the word cautious meant.

Not to mention that he understands, the tribal warriors also understand.

But in the face of a group of family private troops, they just can't raise much fighting spirit.

Therefore, this group of tribal warriors who have raised their hands are still sitting on the ground, whether they are long or short weapons, they are still on the ground on both sides of them.

Then he yawned and pulled out his hand. Crossbows, replaced with ordinary iron crossbow arrows, and casually perform a close-range shot.

They were aiming at the knees of these family privates, which were not lethal, but they could incapacitate them.

The reason for their carelessness is that they don't take these family privates seriously at all.

The shooting area is not a critical position because they disdain to bully these weak chickens.

The two high-ranking magicians standing at the head of the city ran away before they could finish chanting.

Because hundreds of family privates were already lying on the ground with their knees crossed.

Among these private armies, the leading big man, because he appeared more coquettish, took two arrows in his knees, one on his left and one on his left and right legs.

This leading man is not careless, let alone underestimating the enemy.

As a second-order Dou Qi warrior, he activated the Protective Dou Qi before the battle.

Among his subordinates, there is no shortage of first- and second-order fighting warriors, even if they are ordinary soldiers, they still have good martial arts skills and wear armor.

And they also saw the portable hands that these barbarians carried around their waists. Crossbow.

It's a pity that they still don't know about the lineage of these thugs.

The chief designers of the equipment of the Bloodhoof Tribe are the little old man Fan Di, De Niro and the wild dwarf elder Migad.

The three old men, colleagues in the design of equipment, divided the potential enemy into three types.

The mighty Beamon main battle race, elemental users above the Magus, and the Extreme Strong.

So the crossbow arrows they designed are also divided into three types.

They are ordinary iron crossbow arrows, demon breaking crossbow arrows, and demon breaking armor piercing crossbow arrows.

The first iron crossbow bolt is designed for Bimon's invulnerable main battle races, including the Bell Bears, the Orephin Elephant Warriors, and the Liger Praetorian Guard.

As long as you shoot at the vital point, you will die.

The second type of Demon Breaker Bolt, although made of wood, is engraved with magical runes, specifically for the mage's shield.

It's not that the Bloodhoof tribe doesn't have extra steel to use wooden crossbow arrows.

It's that most of the mages are weak, and the only means of defense is the elemental shield.

As long as you pierce the elemental shield, let alone shoot him with a wooden crossbow arrow, you will give him a big mouth, and it will be easy to fan out a cerebral hemorrhage.

The third type of demon-breaking armor-piercing crossbow arrow is also the most precious in the complicated production process.

To make this kind of crossbow arrow, not only do you use rare metals from different spaces, but you also need to soak dragon blood, engrave magic runes, and inject a variety of lineage magic.

Moreover, there were only two imaginary enemies of the three equipment designers, one was the Grand Pope Monrosa, and the other was Albert, the Spatial Saint Order.

To be honest, using the first iron crossbow bolts is already a high-standard treatment for this family private army.

A group of family private soldiers didn't expect that the other party was a barbarian and actually played crossbows!

Originally, I thought that these barbarians were all mercenaries, and they were wearing ordinary light armor with little protection, and with the assistance of two magicians, it was not easy to win against each other.

It's a pity that since they were hit by an arrow in the knee, now they don't think so.

The leader of this group of private armies, seeing that all his men fell to the ground with heavy arrows, shouted bitterly: "The armor-breaking crossbow of the Bucks Federation? ”

Not only did he think so, but so did a group of private soldiers who had been hit by an arrow in the knee.

Because only the Bucks Federation produces a bow and crossbow with great lethality, and can pierce the leggings and the crossbow arrows of the fighting spirit, in the hinterland of the southern side of the continent, there is no other semicolon.

"What an armor-piercing repeater, inexplicable." Alan walked over and asked, "How many defenders are there in Wind and Fire City, why did you see hundreds of people gathered outside the city and no soldiers came out?" ”

The leader of the private army lying on the ground looked dazed: "Not a repeater?" Then who are you, why did you come to Wind and Fire Town, and why did you hurt my eldest son. ”

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Alan stepped on the other's knee.

Great Babylon grabbed the young man who had fainted in pain, and said impatiently: "Chief, why don't you rush in directly, Princess Cana is not in a hurry, we are in a hurry." ”

The leader of the private army, who had a pained face, looked dazed when he heard Babylon the Great's words.

Barbarian, lethal standardizer. Crossbows, a Terran chieftain, Princess Cana?

"You ... Are you the Bloodhoof Tribe? The leader's eyes widened with horror on his face.

"Huh? Didn't we have a registration number just now? Alan was a little speechless, the fight was fought, and he didn't know who the other party was, and this family private army was really enough.

"The Bloodhoof Tribe? Why did the Bloodhoof Tribe run to Beacon Town? The leader recovered from the shock and said with a constipated face: "Why did you hurt the eldest prince of the Feller family?" ”

Alan didn't bother to take care of him, but the expression of Gana behind him moved slightly: "The Phile family almost controls the Kennick Republic, and it has a close relationship with the Lotle royal family. ”

"Oh!" Alan was a little absent-minded, and he was a day's drive to the capital of Sadido, and Blackjack still didn't show up.

Cana glanced at Allen, and said coquettishly: "Allen, have you listened to me, the Phila family is not an ordinary family, it has accumulated countless wealth over the centuries, not to mention, the current head of the Kennick family is also the great leader of Kennick." ”

Alan found that since she had just kissed Jana, this little girl had become more and more feminine, not only would she throw flattering eyes, but she would also be coquettish, and she was about to speak, but was interrupted by two dragons.

Brad and Doom asked in unison, "How much wealth?" ”

Cana rolled her eyes again speechlessly, and sure enough, it was a dragon clan, with a sense of sensitivity and persistence for gold coins and treasures that ordinary people could not imagine.

"The Phila family, don't offend easily if you can make friends, Allen, I just said so much, didn't you hear it."

"Well, of course, of course I heard." Alan replied absentmindedly.

"Then you don't have anything to say?" Cana was speechless, could it be that Eren is really a broom star, no matter how he goes, he will offend people, and it is not ordinary people who are offended.

"Yes." Alan frowned and asked, "How much wealth has the Phila family accumulated?" ”

Brad nodded secretly, sure enough, he is worthy of being a descendant of the bloodline of the Tianlong clan, and he wants to be together.

In the eyes of the dragon clan, all the gold coins in the world should belong to them.

It's not because of how much you can spend, but because you have a special sense of accomplishment when you pile it up.

Cana is about to collapse, it's not the same thing at all.

Alan looked at the leader of the private army and asked, "The eldest son of your family, the eldest son of the Lord of Kennick's family?" ”

After knowing that the other party was really the Bloodhoof tribe, and that the man in front of him was the legendary and feared son of chaos, the leader of the private army was completely honest, not to mention the threat, it could almost be said that he knew everything.

It turned out that this blind young man was not a direct member of Kennick's family, but just a child of a partial branch.

Even so, in Beacon Town, it can almost be said that it is omnipotent.

However, when it was time to admit it, he confessed it, and when he encountered the Bloodhoof tribe, the leader of the private army said: "If you want to kill or chop casually, we won't fight back anyway, and the private army in the city won't attack you, what do you like." ”

Alan is also happy, and he is a hob meat again.

If this guy had known each other like this earlier, why would he force himself to be rude.

"Babylon the Great, break the limbs of the young man who doesn't open his eyes, and let the rest go, let's go into the city!"

"Oh." Babylon put the fainted eldest prince flat on the ground, raised his big feet and began to commit murder!