Alan knows the faces of these Terran bigwigs too well, and they don't say anything when they look at each other, and they look like they are beaten when they speak,.。

But after hearing Ronningt report everyone's names, he couldn't sit still any longer, and after asking Dina for the only Terran nobleman's dress, he called Hathaway and Cana, and hurried out of the camp.

He was able to go out to greet him, not because a group of big people came, but because there was an old man among the big people, named Donnie, who happened to be Hathaway's mentor and one of the two great holy orders in the mainland.

This time, in addition to the Holy Order mage Donnie, the Principality of Lotre also sent another messenger, the leader of the Wild Wind Legion, Lompard, who came from the Southern Diocesan Teleportation Array.

Lompard is also the youngest army commander on the mainland, and it is said that this man was brought up by the king of the Duchy of Lotle since childhood, and although he has no royal blood, he is more favored than any prince or princess except Hathaway.

The Holy Mountain did not send an envoy again, but just let Ronningt rush back, probably because he was afraid that if the Bloodhoof Chief was not satisfied with the Holy Mountain's concessions, he would turn his face again, and then in addition to the Holy Son Orpheus, it was estimated that he would send a few more hostages.

In addition to the two generals, the Wizards Guild also sent an archmage Nicholas.

Nicholas, who is only in his fifties, can be said to be the most promising elemental user of the more than a dozen mages on the continent who is expected to enter the Holy Rank, of course, this does not include the handsome old man Conslet.

Nicholas is also the vice president of the Continental Terran Magic Association, and the Continental Magic Association, which has always been fighting with the Holy See's well water and does not interfere with the river water, will not be able to stand alone in this war between the North and the South, and is ready to negotiate with the Great Chieftain Tribe to enter the Holy Light Castle.

The rest of the group are all top nobles in various countries, and they also represent both the military and the political side in the country, and they all want to enter the Holy Light Castle or send troops to be stationed in the Savage Ancient Plains or the Fierce Beast Forest.

That's why this group came to the Bloodhoof tribe together, just in time to discuss with the Great Chief tribe how to fight the Beamon orcs.

There are nobles, generals, and elemental users in this group, representing a variety of forces, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they have the Bloodhoof Tribe, or the Great Chieftain Tribe.

Because everyone understands the truth of cold lips and teeth, if you don't want the flames of war to burn to your doorstep, you must fight against the Beamon orcs in the Great Wasteland.

The vast expanse of the wasteland is also suitable for cavalry charges and infantry advances of the Terran legions, but in order to reduce the casualties of their respective armies, it is necessary to understand the terrain and enlist the help of the barbarians of the wasteland.

In addition to these, the Great Wasteland is not without danger to defend, first of all, the Holy Light Fort of the Southern Diocese, everyone knows how advantageous the geographical location of the Holy Light Fort is, not to mention that it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is also on the periphery of the Great Wilderness, in the early stage of the battle, the battle line will definitely not be so long, that is to say, whoever can be stationed in the Holy Light Fort will be able to hold on to the end of the normal battle without losing the army.

Of course, if the Beamon orcs broke through the Great Wasteland and hit the Holy Light Fort, it is estimated that the Holy Light Castle may not be able to hold it, and can only retreat to the hinterland of the continent.

Because of the fall of the Holy Light Fort and the transfer of it to the Bloodhoof Tribe by the Holy Mountain, the discerning people have long seen it.

Therefore, whoever wants to station in the Holy Light Fort must obtain the consent of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

However, in a group of people, and the Wizards Association, it is impossible for the regular armies of other major forces not to rush to the front line to participate in the battle, and at most some big names and elemental users are resident in the Holy Light Castle.

In addition to the Holy Light Castle, there is another place with an even better location, and that is the boundless Forest of Fierce Beasts.

But whether it is the Holy Light Castle or the Beast Forest, it is not the Holy See's words at all.

Because now these two places are the Bloodhoof Tribe Chieftain, Allen's back garden, and if he doesn't nod, no one wants to go in.

With this in mind, everyone patiently stayed at the gate of Bloodhoof Camp, waiting for Alan to come out to meet them.

Before that, everyone had learned about the Bloodhoof Tribe and its leader, Chieftain Allen, through their respective intelligence networks, and I have to say that this guy is a complete hob meat and outlaw.

Dare to offend the Holy See, and dare to go deep into the army of Beamon alone.

The Holy See, which can be beaten, continues to retreat, and it can also make the Beamon army withdraw with its tail between its legs.

And the rise of this guy is nothing short of a miracle.

A group of bigwigs were very well-mannered, standing at the door of the Bloodhoof camp and patiently waiting for Ronningt to report, after all, they knew that the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe was not good-tempered, and if they casually trespassed, they might turn each other off.

Alan walked out of the Bloodhoof camp unhurriedly.

His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and quickly fixed his gaze on a thin old man in a magic robe.

Kind eyebrows, gray hair, and a smile on his whole face, after seeing Alan running out, he also looked at Allen.

This person is the Downey Holy Order Magician, one of the two great Holy Orders of the Human Race, that is, Hathaway's mentor.

This time he came to the Savage Ancient Plains, and Downey was also instructed by King Lotre to go to the Bloodhoof Tribe, first, to discuss the strategy with the Great Chief Tribe and everyone, and second, he hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and he was indeed a little worried about his unconscious apprentice Hathaway.

When a group of people saw the main lord come out, they also focused their eyes on Allen, but they found that they were completely out of step with the expected child of chaos.

I saw this famous son of chaos, wearing a tight-fitting wide-sleeved aristocratic corrosion with red lines on a black background, and the white scarf and shirt inside were particularly capable against the background of the black vest.

The crimson Saffiano knight's long black boots covered his knees, making his already somewhat fluffy black pants bulge, and he looked extravagant against the background of an almost knee-length coat.

The jacket was not tied with a single row of gold picks, but a pure black belt loosely cinched the waist, and the overall look was elastic and tight, and with the action of putting on white gloves at the moment, he looked as noble and elegant as a knight.

And this guy is not full of meat, his tough facial features and resolute eyes give people a very resolute feeling, and his slender figure has perfect proportions.

Under the backdrop of the two princesses Hathaway and Cana, it seems that the most noble knight who came out of the myth, and his every move is very top-notch aristocratic style.

Everyone seemed to have the illusion that the nobleman in front of them was not a chaotic son at all, but a top nobleman who had received a good aristocratic education since childhood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as a baron of the Kingdom of Locke, I am deeply honored by your presence, and I hope that the winds of the wasteland have not disturbed your thoughts." After Alan finished speaking with a smile on his face, he looked at Donnie.

"Mentor." Hathaway ran into Donnie's arms with a gust of incense.

Alan was a little jealous, but he only patted Hathaway on the back like an elder when he saw the old guy, and then he continued to smile.

For this saint-level magician, Alan has a good impression, not to mention Hathaway's relationship, this guy has a good relationship with his cheap dad in private, and it is said that he is like fire and water with the space saint-level magician in the holy mountain.

Donnie whispered a few words to Hathaway dotingly, then looked at Allen, smiled and beckoned.

Alan clapped his palms before stepping over to Donnie.

At this time, the old butler Lacey also walked out and led everyone into the camp, leaving only Alan and Donnie, the Holy Order Archmage.

Seeing the crowd enter the Bloodhoof camp, Donnie found a clean rock, blew twice with his cheeks, and sat down.

Alan wanted to sit down with him, but suddenly remembered the role he played, stopped his body, and said with a gentle smile: "Respect the Holy Order Archmage, I have ordered someone to prepare some food, let's enter the camp together, okay?" It's too windy and sand outside, don't let the relentless wind erode your health. ”

Alan was really grateful for this noble communication method, but in order to leave a good impression on Archmage Downey, he forced a smile and pretended to be B.

Donnie glanced at Alan with a smile, and said with a grin: "What kind of character are you kid, I know better than Hathaway, old man, so you don't come with me for this." ”

Allen's smile froze visibly, but he still pretended to be ignorant.

Donnie hooked Allen's calf with the quaint wand in his hand and dragged him over, pointed to the stone next to him and said, "I'm too tired to hold my head up, sit down." ”

Alan had no choice but to sit on the stone, but the movement between sitting and lying down was very decent.

Donnie smiled to himself, and said angrily, "Let me ask you, what about Sword Saint Tai and that third-order dragon?" ”

"Your Excellency Tai and that powerful fire dragon have been settled in the Beast Forest by me." Alan said unhurriedly: "Master, don't worry, Ronningt has already conveyed the goodwill of the Great Pope and the Holy Mountain, and in the near future, I will send His Excellency Tai and the Third-Order Dragon back to the Southern Diocese, and let them go to the Holy Mountain on their own." ”

Donnie whistled at the old disrespectful and asked, "It seems that the old fellow of the Great Pope is bleeding a lot, tell me, what benefits have those guys from the Holy Mountain promised you?" ”

Alan smiled awkwardly and replied, "Master, what do you say, Your Excellency Tai and I are only competing with each other out of friendship, and it just so happens that they have been guests in my camp for a while, so they can naturally leave if they want to leave." ”

Donnie gently hammered Allen's head with his wand like a friend for many years, and said, "Okay, don't pretend to be with me, you kid, if you don't want to say it, forget it." ”

Alan was lightly smashed by the wand, but he felt that this old guy was like his own family, and he didn't have the frame of a saint-level archmage, so instead of being angry, he felt a little flattered, after all, the other party was one of the two recognized powerhouses on the mainland.

Donnie tapped his thigh with his wand, and asked with interest: "Then you tell me the old man, how did you defeat that third-order fire dragon, I am very curious, if you want to say that the sword saint Tai kid, his strength is so-so, but the third-order fire dragon is extremely powerful, and it has extremely high magic resistance, how did you defeat it?" ”

"This, master, you are joking, we are just trying, no one beats anyone." Alan couldn't pretend to be a little overwhelmed, if it weren't for the benefits that the Great Pope promised him, he was really unwilling to help Taihe's third-order dragon find a place.

"Can you have a word of truth in your mouth?" Donnie blew his beard and glared and said, "Did you let the Sword Saint Tai and the third-order dragon beat them severely, so you were embarrassed to say it?" The Great Pope said in private, you relied on Hathaway and his three senior brothers to subdue the dragon, and if it wasn't for Master Conslet's help you contain the Sword Saint, maybe you would have been burned to death by the dragon on the spot. ”

Donnie is also an old fritter, he doesn't blink an eye when he talks nonsense, and he instantly makes the big pope carry the black pot.

As soon as Alan heard this, he was not happy, and he forgot to pretend to be a top nobleman, so he scolded directly: "You also believe the words of the old coffin scoop of the Great Pope, and the B style of Tai still restrains Conslet, if it is on land, the handsome old man can overturn him with three moves of Sword Saint Tai." ”

"Hahaha." Donnie laughed and said, "I love to hear this, the Great Pope is indeed an old coffin."