The two sides were at the gate of the tribal camp, and the smell of gunpowder was full.

Allen's eyes, like an eagle, kept scanning each other, with provocation written on the left side and fault written on the right.

Big Babylon and Little Zach are also full of anger.

Hayden the Courier was silent, but anyone could tell that he had acquiesced to Alan's words.

The Great Chief Tribe really stood with the Western Diocese, and in the face of a Western Diocese, the Bloodhoof Tribe had no chance of winning, although they were not afraid of war, but no matter how arrogant they were, the difference in strength was there.

What's more, the Great Chief Tribe is still preparing to wait for an opportunity to attack, which is undoubtedly a huge crisis for the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Big Babylon had no choice for a while, he wanted to turn his face on the spot, and he couldn't pay attention for a while, so he had to look at Allen.

Hayden saw that the other party really didn't dare to break the net, and suddenly felt that he should increase his arrogance so that he could take a breath of evil anger just now, but he was interrupted by Alan as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You shut up and let them down." Alan pointed to the griffin knight who was still hovering in the air and said, "If we want to talk, we will also talk to the main one, so shut up when you are done running errands." ”

Hayden's dark face turned red, but he still made a landing gesture to the griffon knight in the sky.

Only one of the five griffons fell, and it seems that this guy is also quite jealous of the Bloodhoof tribe, and is afraid that the other party will turn his face when he says it.

A gray-haired middle-aged man jumped off the griffin, falling from a height of five or six meters, which seemed to have no effect on him, and when he was less than half a meter away from the ground, a pale blue halo appeared under his feet.

Allen, who is no longer a little white, can see at a glance that the other party is also a second-order fighting qi warrior, and that kind of light blue fighting qi is obviously directly counteracting the impact of gravity when it lands just now.

This kind of control over the vindictive spirit literally threw the Cologne idiot half a street away.

"Barbarian, I am Troll, the griffin knight under the command of Lord Lando, Bishop of the Western Diocese."

Alan waved his hand casually and said, "I'm not interested, let's get to the point." ”

For the two camps that are obviously in different camps, and even have always been hostile, Alan didn't bother to introduce each other to each other, and said directly: "You are just five birdmen, plus three errand runners, and you say that if you want to go back, you will go back?" ”

Trolen paused for a moment, and didn't care about the other party's impoliteness, after all, barbarians are like that, but he asked a little uncertainly: "You want to make a deal?" ”

"Nonsense, we are tired of robbing your merchant group, you said you want to go back, so what are we robbing him for? We paid for the rations of your bunch of human waste warriors, and we didn't sleep in the middle of the night, desperately trying to rob you, and we will obediently return it if you open your mouth, and that's it, are you unreasonable? ”

As a native savage, Little Zach and Big Babylon, looking at Allen's righteous words, they all felt a little blushing when they stood next to them at this time.

"You!" Tro didn't expect the other party to take the robber theory for granted, he couldn't answer for a while, took two deep breaths, and threatened: "Aren't you afraid that Lord Lando will really lead the crowd to come?" Our western diocese is not something that your little tribe can compete with? ”

Alan shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Don't go around in circles, you are so powerful, just lead the army to slaughter us, why send you five birdmen over and talk nonsense." ”

"Barbarian, don't challenge our patience, I'm more than willing to cut off your head myself and sacrifice it to Lord Lando in the near future."

"Hey, hey." Alan clutched his heart and pretended to say, "I'm scared to death, why don't you do it now." ”

Tro looked at the other party's nonsense, and he was also angry for a while, and pulled out the sword he carried with a bang, and the tip of the sword pointed at Allen.

The other four griffin knights in the sky also lowered their altitude and drew their knight spears.

The two sides are on the verge of breaking out.

Inside the Bloodhoof camp, Dina squinted her eyes and held the dragon halberd high in her right hand, ready to throw it out at any moment.

"Who to scare?" Allen's heart is like a mirror, if the Western Diocese really had no scruples, it would have sent a large army a long time ago, and it also used a special contact with the Great Chief to find a messenger as a lobbyist?

Didn't the Great Chief have any scruples? The Great Chief must have scruples, if he really acquiesced to the human army stepping on the Great Wasteland and slaughtering the Bloodhoof Tribe, not to mention what the other tribes think, the Elder Group will definitely attack first.

Alan guessed correctly, he was not innocent of causing disaster to the Bloodhoof Tribe, and his aggressiveness was just to provoke the other party's anger and test the bottom line.

Although he doesn't understand politics, he understands that since he has sent an envoy, there must be talks, which are nothing more than bargaining at the negotiation table, and he doesn't believe that the big chief has no bottom line, or no vision, and if he really wants to be so short-sighted, he will not sit in the position of the big chief.

Secondly, the western diocese, south of the outpost county are all in their sphere of influence, unless the Pope himself comes, all the resources of the Holy See will be under the control of Cardinal Lando, and he must be extremely familiar with the combat effectiveness of the barbarians, a small merchant group, it is not worth fighting.

The purpose of the Western Diocese is nothing more than to get the Demonic Beast Crystal Nucleus in the cargo and the Hellfire Skull Ring on his hand.

Allen's guess is right, Tro also secretly complained at this time, Lord Lando has his own considerations, and he told him before leaving, and the loss of other goods will be lost, after all, you can't let the barbarians spit out what they eat, if you really want to be so obedient, you won't be a barbarian.

The most important thing is the more than a dozen Warcraft crystal nuclei and the Hellfire Skull Ring, Cardinal Lando, as the little brother of the Grand Pope, will offer some Warcraft crystal nuclei to the Grand Pope of the Holy See headquarters every year.

Originally, the other merchant groups had more or less looted some rare treasures and Warcraft crystal nuclei, but they didn't expect this caravan group that was robbed by the barbarians to gain so much, and actually purchased such a large number of Warcraft crystal nuclei and a magic prop from Beamon.

If you don't know, forget it, when Lando was about to send a messenger to question the High Chief about what was going on, the group of human captives who had been released by Eren also returned to Outpost.

Bishop Lando has been sad all day long because he can't get together to supply the Pope's tribute, but later he learned through the account room of the merchant group that he was robbed of so many good things, but unfortunately it was coincidental that he was robbed by the barbarians who had hit the big luck.

Lando didn't think much about it, and directly ordered the five griffon knights to go to this small tribe who didn't know the height of the sky to get back those crystal nucleus magic props, because he overestimated the prestige and dominance of the big chief, he always thought that it was just a matter of course to get back what belonged to him.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that in the Great Wasteland, there was really a tribe that dared to blatantly confront the big chief, and it happened to be the bloody hoof tribe that robbed the merchant group under his name.