When Johnny approached Bloodhoof Camp with a hundred barbarian warriors, the scene in front of him made everyone wonder.

Although they had already heard that the Bloodhoof Tribe was now sparsely populated, they didn't expect it to be dilapidated like this, and the scene in front of them was still a tribal camp of hundreds of people, just like the scene after being ploughed by dozens of dragons with dragon breath and then brutally ruined by hundreds of giants.

The camp was littered with stumbling wooden stakes, and around it stood a crumbling earthen wall with broken blade fragments.

The improvised animal skin tents scattered all over the camp were patched up with holes everywhere, and stones of different shapes were scattered and discarded.

Seeing the scene in front of him, not only Johnny was a little dumbfounded, but Garth, the Terran commander who came later, was also completely stunned.

The two of you looked at me, I looked at you, choked and couldn't speak for a long time.

Johnny looked at Gart and the human camp vigilantly, and couldn't help but secretly think, could it be that the strength of the griffin knights is so strong, ten griffin knights can take down a barbarian tribe of hundreds of people?

After a moment, he himself thought the idea was too ridiculous, and after overturning it, Johnny became more and more puzzled as he looked at the ruined camp in front of him.

But what does Gart care about at this time, what does Johnny think, and he still doesn't know what the so-called griffin knights are? It's just a bunch of scouts in the name of the Griffin Knights.

He wouldn't believe that the griffon knight was responsible for everything in front of him, the only possibility was that the Great Chief might have sent other tribes to attack the Bloodhoof Tribe, but the scene in front of him didn't look like a battle of any scale.

However, he didn't have time to worry about it so much, all he cared about now was whether those Demon Beast crystal nuclei were still intact.

"Those steels! Warcraft Crystal Nucleus! Magic items! Material! What about things? What does Lord Lando want? After a while, like a frightened village girl, Gat shouted frantically, "Let me in and find it, where are the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe?" Why isn't there even a corpse? What about the Warcraft crystal nucleus? Let me go in and find them all. ”

Human warriors, you look at me, I look at you, and I don't know what to do for a while.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and go in and find it for me! Do you want to go back empty-handed? Hmph, I believe you know very well how Lord Lando treats the guy who can't complete the task! After threatening and intimidating his men, Gart jumped off his crotch mount and rushed into the ruined camp like crazy.

In desperation, a large group of human warriors holding giant shields also put the giant shields on the ground and walked into the camp of the Bloodhoof tribe.

However, the result in front of him is actually not bad for this group of giant shieldmen who act as cannon fodder, after all, if there is a battle and the barbarians on both sides fight, they are likely to bear the brunt of it, and the impact of the barbarians is not something that anyone can withstand.

And several other vindictive warriors also had to act as Garth's guards, except for a few people left to protect Cass, a fire magician, all of them rushed into the camp with Garth.

Johnny hesitated for a moment, and followed the camp with the warriors suspiciously.

As a powerful bloodhoof tribe in the past, the camp covers an area that is not small, about three or four square kilometers.

Two groups of people from different races, just like that, bowed their heads and pulled their heads, looking east and west in despair.

Thinking about it, I planned for so long, invested so much money, and was ambushed by bait, and paralyzed the other party with so many materials and steel, but when it came, all the materials were gone, not to mention, I couldn't even see a living person.

Gart looked at the scattered Terran warriors as if his parents had died, his eyes hollow, and he stood there for a long time like a stake.

Unlike Garth, Johnny didn't believe that the Bloodhoof tribe would come with a big bag to camp empty, the wasteland was so big, and the territory of each tribe was divided, he didn't believe that any tribe would dare to blatantly take in the people of the Bloodhoof tribe.

As the doubts in his heart became heavier and heavier, Johnny saw that his people were also silent, and seemed to be very demoralized, and shook his head secretly.

The clansmen were all ready to come over and see the red with their bayonets, and they couldn't even see the hair of an enemy when they saw it.

This group of elite barbarian warriors, who were like war maniacs, also scattered by themselves, looking for a place to sit down and rest alone, and saw a group of human races and wild dogs digging around to see, and they should be lively.

Gart saw that the search circle was getting bigger and bigger, and the warriors were becoming more and more dispersed, and he shouted at a few fighting warriors next to him who were protecting him: "What are you doing in a daze, you also go to find it, I don't need your protection, protect a fart." ”

A few vindictive warriors laughed bitterly, and began to pout their butts like wild dogs, and began to wander around the camp.

Gate thought that if he really returned to the Western Diocese for nothing, Lord Lando would definitely not spare him easily, and his heart became more and more afraid, and his body was paralyzed and he actually sat in place.

What he didn't know was that less than three meters away, covered by a large pile of rubble, there was actually a large pit more than two meters deep.

"Babylon the Great, are you sure this is the leader?" A barbarian warrior who was hiding in a pit asked quietly.

Babylon the Great held his breath and replied in a somewhat uncertain whisper: "It should be, you look at that human, standing and calling twice, others have to hurry to work, isn't our chief doing the same?" ”

The barbarian warrior next to him nodded in agreement.

"I'm in a hurry, why doesn't the chief do it?" Babylon the Great and another barbarian warrior were huddled in the small hiding cave, very uncomfortable, and they were face to face after a slight movement。。。。。。

"Babylon the Great, you breathe lightly, your mouth stinks."

"Fart, I still said, what are you eating with this mouth, why does it taste so big."

"Shut up, smoke me to death."

"You just shut up."

Babylon the Great is a man of action, and after holding his mouth tightly for a few seconds, he suddenly exhaled a big breath at the other party with his mouth open, and then smiled stupidly: "Ha, I'll smoke you to death!" ”

"You..." The other tribal warrior next to him was not far behind, and hurriedly held back for a few seconds, and smoked back in the same way.

In this way, two barbarian men two meters away, you smoke me, I smoke you, and they start to hurt each other。。。。。

Like Babylon the Great, the other forty or so tribal warriors who stayed behind were all arranged by Allen to hide in the caves scattered around the camp.

At this time, Allen, like a hunter waiting for his prey, was lying motionless under a pile of rocks, revealing only a pair of eyes, constantly staring at the humans approaching him.

His goal is very simple, that is, those vindictive warriors and the commanders of the opposing party, the best can be killed in one blow, if they are entangled, they will try to lure as many enemies as possible to their rear, and then it will be up to Duff's.