Orpheus glanced at the gloating Allen, and snorted coldly: "Great Chief, my patience is limited, the Statue of the Holy Father in the Holy Light Fort is the first statue erected by our Holy See, and the meaning it represents with the Holy Light Fort is not something that you pagans can understand, the Orcs have succeeded in sneaking up on the southern diocese once, but the Holy See will never allow this kind of thing to happen a second time, whether you ask for it unreasonably or forcibly take possession, those who defile the Holy Father Idol will definitely bear the wrath of the Holy See." ”

Alan whispered disdainfully: "A broken stone statue, if Lao Tzu kicked it down and pulled it back, you might not be able to stop it." ”

Damn, I still bear the wrath of the Holy See, so many princes of the Bimenghu clan at that time are about to put the statue of the Holy Father on their faces, and I haven't seen what happened to you.

Orpheus glared at Alan fiercely, then summoned Ronningt, who was acting as a guard at the door, and whispered, "From now on, record the conversation between us, and then report it to the Holy Mountain." ”

Lonningt nodded, pulling a pen and paper from his bosom to prepare for the record.

Orpheus banged on the table, and after a while, he spoke: "I can assume that I didn't hear your wild words just now, and on behalf of the Holy See, I will give you another chance to discuss the alliance between the two parties. ”

Alan rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Who is rare." ”

"Oh, okay then." Manstein said to Alan in a flat tone, "Then disturb the Bloodhoof Chief, let's go back to the Great Chief Tribe first." ”

"What?" Orpheus was a little stunned, and saw Manstein pull the equally sluggish Wren to his feet, and got up to leave the stone house.

"Wait." Orpheus asked word by word at Manstein's back, "What do you barbarians, or your great chieftain, rely on?" Do you really think that we can let you take advantage of the fire to fight the Beamon orcs? ”

"It's not to rob while it's hot, but we need it, give it or not, we can give you time to think about it." Manstein turned around and said, "Give you three days." ”

Ronningt's face changed drastically, he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out, since he came to the negotiating table, Allen, who has a very tough personality, rarely speaks out, but has been whispering to please Manstein in the southern diocese for many years, but he is aggressive.

This was unthinkable before, Manstein had turned his face with the Southern Diocese once, or before the Iron Horse Legion crusaded against the Bloodhoof Tribe, Manstein threatened to lead 80,000 barbarians to fight against it.

In the future, this can be said to be a war between the north and the south that will sweep the continent, and it is not at all that only 80,000 barbarians will not participate if they want to participate, and then the barbarians must choose an ally or find a backer, and there is no second way to choose, so why is Manstein so fearless? Could it be that the Great Chief Tribe has privately reached some kind of agreement with the Beamon Orcs?

Or is Manstein preparing to take all his tribesmen to climb the Timrila Snow Mountain again to escape the scourge of war, as he did a thousand years ago?

You must know that after the barbarians came down from the snowy mountain last time, the population lost at least two-thirds, can the barbarians still bear such a big loss?

Lonningt didn't believe that Manstein was so stupid, and if he didn't talk about the possibility, he couldn't just say that the idea of defecting to Beamon was not feasible.

Although the barbarians are tall, but the appearance is very similar to the human race, if the war is won, the Beamon Beast Emperor will never show mercy to the barbarians, the reason is very complicated, in addition to the fact that they think that the barbarians are a branch of the human race, the other main reason is because Beamon has always thought that the barbarians of the wasteland have always acted as the thugs of the Holy See.

And this is indeed the case, when the Beamon orcs retreated to the north side of the continent after the defeat, the barbarians who just escaped the scourge of war came down from the snow-capped mountain of Tamrella, and after the two sides met, they did not say a word of nonsense.

The idea of the barbarian is very simple, the orcs rely on your uncle, they can't beat the human race, and they still want to run to the great wilderness to fight the autumn wind and bully us?

The idea of the Beamon orcs is also very simple, the barbarians rely on your uncle, they can't beat the human race and can't beat you, Lao Tzu just borrows the way home, you don't let it?

So the two gangs got going.

It stands to reason that even if the Beamon orcs were defeated by the Terrans, they were only a strategic retreat, and there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers in several large legions, but because of low morale and the loss of hundreds of Beamon sacrifices, they were beaten by the barbarians' small-scale surprise attacks.

It is precisely because of this that although so many years have passed, if the Beamon Orcs had not cared about the Holy See, they would have wanted to eradicate the barbarians in the Great Wilderness Plain a long time ago, after all, the geographical location of the Wild Ancient Plains is extremely important.

Manstein turned his head and winked at Allen before he said to himself: "Eighty thousand barbarians, it's not much, but it can be said that everyone is a warrior, the war between the north and the south is imminent, the elite forces of the human race and the Holy See are empty, it can be said that the rear is empty, the bloodhoof tribe has obtained so many teleportation crystals by chance, as long as you send a griffin to fly into the hinterland of the human race, it will not take a moment to establish several large teleportation arrays, and at that time, the rear of the human race will be empty, who can help me 80,000 elite barbarian warriors?" ”

Manstein smiled after finishing speaking, and said as if talking to himself: "I heard that the Duchy of Lotral, a human powerhouse, was just a subsidiary legion of the Elven Great Empire thousands of years ago, and at the beginning of the founding of the country, there were only a few thousand people, and now, hasn't it become such a behemoth?" ”

Orpheus's face changed drastically, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked at Manstein in shock.

Alan smiled, walked up to Manstein, and said with an inexplicable expression: "I don't see it, Big Chief, you are so ambitious, but how do you know that my Bloodhoof Camp will help you, Big Chief?" You know, you big chieftain tribe, but you think you've done something to replace me Allen. ”

"Chief Bloodhoof, a savage ancient plain, trapping you?" Manstein shook his head and said arrogantly: "If that day really comes, 80,000 barbarians can have a fertile land belonging to our clan to recuperate, what if the position of the great chief is given to you for nothing, the big chief who commands the 80,000 barbarian tribe..... no, the barbarian lord with absolute leadership is louder than your baron title?" ”

Great Elder Wren's face changed drastically, Great Lord of the Wasteland? This is a title that only existed in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, with huge power and not being restrained by the Elders, the earthly traveler known as the Great God of Kakalu, who rules all the tribes, can almost be said to be the uncrowned king of the Great Wasteland, unless the Great God of Kakalu comes, or the entire Great Wasteland, the Great Lord of the Barbarian Race alone will say.

Later, it was precisely because of the great power of the great lords of the wasteland in the past dynasties that the title of this position was finally abolished, and the three major priesthoods and the Council of Elders were established.

After Manstein finished speaking, he looked at Orpheus again, and said in a flat but domineering tone: "In the Great Wasteland, there is also a war with the Beamon Orcs, and our barbarians have withdrawn to the south side of the continent, and a war with the Terrans is also a war, in order to have a territory that belongs to our race to rest and recuperate, what difference does it make with whom?" ”

Alan didn't know what the barbarian lord meant, but he admired Manstein's bold words.

He knew that Manstein was right, before that, Manstein was just an old stubborn in his eyes, although he was the co-leader of the 80,000 barbarian tribes and a hero, but Allen couldn't help but see him as a dry bone in the grave.

In addition to the establishment of the four major tribes and the new order on the Savage Ancient Plains just after coming to power, Manstein has been inactive for many years, and he has been relying on the Holy See and other human countries to survive until now, which is the main reason why Alan has always looked down on him.

However, at this time, Alan couldn't help but feel something, Manstein didn't see the current situation of the barbarians, but he was powerless to change it in this environment, and he had been secretly waiting for an opportunity, and now the war between the north and the south was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in his eyes, so he opened his mouth and exposed his ambitions.

The Southern Diocese, it is a large area of fertile land close to the Great Wilderness, and the Holy Light Fort can accommodate tens of thousands of people, not to mention Manstein's greed, even Allen's greed.

It's just that Alan just thinks about it, not to mention that the Holy Mountain knows the coordinates of the Holy Light Castle, if he really takes the Holy Light Castle, it will be the same as sleeping with the wife of the Great Pope, and it can really be regarded as touching the reverse scales of the Holy See.

Orpheus laughed angrily, and after glancing at Allen lightly, he said to Manstein: "The Great Chief has such a great appetite, if you don't divide the southern diocese to your barbarians, you will forcibly occupy the territories of other countries in the south of the continent?" Even if I, the Holy See, fight against Beamon in the Great Wasteland, I don't have time to take care of you, don't forget that other countries can also be aligned, even if there are several weak alliances with a population of less than 10 million, it is not something that only 80,000 barbarians can resist. ”

Lonningt took the case and said, "Manstein, aren't you afraid that our Holy See will destroy your barbarians before the Bimon Orcs invade first?" ”

"Silly. Force! Alan rolled his eyes, looking down on this guy's IQ.

Manstein said fearlessly, "Yes, Lord Holy Son, how can you be sure that other countries will ally attack my barbarians?" ”

"Nonsense!" Orpheus sneered, "The southern part of the continent is beyond the reach of you barbarians. ”

Seeing Orpheus's disrespectful words, Wren also said with a sinking face: "Holy See Holy Son Orpheus, pay attention to your words, don't forget where this is." ”

Alan rolled his eyes, where is this, this is Lao Tzu's bloody hoof camp, and you have a Mao relationship, if you want to say this, I should say it, which turn is your turn to pretend to be forced here.

"Oh, okay, you two don't push it." Alan said to Wren and Lonningt with great disdain: "If you want to quarrel, don't delay the business here." ”

Wren and Ronningt glared at Allen.

However, Alan ignored him and looked at Manstein.