Lord Roar

Chapter 109 For That Light

As a barbarian who lived in the wilderness where wars continued since childhood, his desire to fight has never changed, only the enemy has changed.

For most of the remaining warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe, they are proud at this moment, and their hearts are full of glory and achievement.

Even if they died in this former homeland today, they have no regrets, because they fought for the tribe, for their families, and for the glory of Bloodhoof.

They never thought about why these invaders came, let alone regretted following the old Zack and the great chief Manstein to tear their faces.

They never thought about the cause they sowed that day and the fruit they reaped today.

They never questioned the old Zach's decision, let alone Allen's decision.

They are just warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe, and fighting is what they are best at.

At the beginning, Allen only asked fifty tribal fighters to stay, and these fifty places caused hundreds of fighters to snatch their heads.

Although Alan said before that he would try his best to ensure their safety, none of the tribal fighters took it seriously. For the glory of the tribe and their families, they had already withdrawn after they survived, and they never expressed any hope at all. Never cared.

Even Babylon the Great, who has always been a bit clever, felt that it might be okay to follow his new chief to fight to the last man. Maybe one day in the future, this battle would be sung in the wasteland, and the story of his Babylon the Great would be sung. name.

This burly man, who was three points stronger than other barbarian warriors, was already covered in blood, and his semi-petrified skin was also covered with coagulated blood.

One punch stunned an elite warrior of the lion tribe, and Babylon the Great shouted: "Next!"

Spitting out bloodshot saliva, Babylon the Great said to himself: "You sons of the lion tribe, your bones are really hard." After he finished speaking, he shook his head, and his neck made a rattling sound , a tough mess.

This was already the fourth lion tribe warrior he had beaten down. Looking at the four dead lion tribe warriors on the ground, Babylon the Great looked up at the blue sky.

The elite fighters of several lion tribes around did not interrupt him arbitrarily, but with respect for the strong, quietly waited for the opponent to recover his strength.

"I haven't seen such a blue sky in the wasteland for a long time!" The Great Babylon suddenly thought of his stupid wife, the barbarian woman who scolded her for being worthless every day.

He didn't expect that he would be able to see his stupid mother-in-law again, but thinking of his stupid little son, Babylon the Great was still a little unwilling. That little child who had been ignorant since he was a child was the first barbarian child to learn human meditation. , even smarter than Zack Jr., the son of the old chief, maybe he will become the first barbarian magician in history, but unfortunately he may not be able to see that day.

Now he only hoped that he and dozens of other warriors who died after the war could sacrifice something worthwhile. If possible, as long as he could let his chief escape, even if he died now, he would not say a word and have no complaints.

Ever since the old chief publicly fell out with the great chief, although Babylon the Great showed a heartless look every day, when he returned to his tent, he was also worried countless days and nights, because the life of the tribe was getting worse and worse. The more difficult it is, no other tribe is willing to marry a girl to the Bloodhoof tribe, and no big tribe is willing to take in the Bloodhoof tribe. The camp also lacks food and clothing. Even the newly born barbarian life will not be able to survive the cold winter. It's the month.

Who knows that by chance, he and Zack Jr. went to the outpost county to meet the unreliable human nobleman Alan. Hoof tribe, by chance, this unreliable foreign nobleman became his own chief.

This foreign man was also tough and messy, and he was very appetizing for Babylon the Great. He was not as treacherous and cunning as other human beings. Instead, he quickly chatted with them, a group of barbarian warriors who were called barbarians by the outside world, and fell in love with them.

To be honest, Babylon the Great knew in his heart that all tribal warriors were the same as him, and their mentality towards foreigners was both proud and inferior.

The pride is because of their excellent fighting power and strong body, and the inferiority is because they don't have their own civilization, they can't produce, learn, or plant. Apart from fighting, they can't even solve the problem of food and clothing. This is also the main reason why they are called barbarians by the outside world.

Like other tribal warriors, Babylon the Great is eager to fight, but he also understands that fighting is not the whole of life, let alone the main theme of life.

They hope that their next generation, their next generation's next generation, will not be born in the flames of war and die in the flames of war like them.

But what can they do, they can only fight, but unfortunately, no matter how strong they are, they can't change this fact.

Perhaps God Kakalu heard the prayer of his great Babylon, and little Zhaka brought back this foreign man, Alan.

This foreign man, with the spirit that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, led the tribe to rob the human business group to ease the tribe's predicament at that time, and also led the tribe through the cold winter month.

This useless aristocrat, as a foreigner, kept using his whimsical ideas to improve the dilapidated tribal camp.

This foreign man somehow persuaded the two humans, taught the adult warriors human martial arts and battle qi, and taught the children in the tribe to learn meditation and magic.

This foreign man devotes himself to all the children of the tribe every day to learn the common language of the road and teach them how to use tools to better improve the tribe and life.

This foreign man told everyone in the tribe that their blood was only shed for their homeland and family, not for the great chief, or for anyone in the wasteland.

The old chief Zak, since the declaration of independence, every tribal warrior has seen his guilt and self-blame. Although every tribal warrior has no regrets, they are not good at words, and they don't know how to comfort their beloved old chief.

It was this foreign man who told the old chieftain and others in the same unpretentious words that the Bloodhoof tribe only fought for their own homeland and relatives, not for the great chief, let alone anyone else.

In this way, the old chief abdicated in relief, and everyone could see that the old Zach had opened up the knot in his heart for many years.

The new chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, through his words and deeds, weaved a beautiful dream for them, a future far away from right and wrong, full of laughter and laughter.

The new chief changed them, changed their low self-esteem, and made everyone understand that they are the first generation of the Bloodhoof Tribe, a generation of people who took the first step, and a generation of people who created their own civilization.

Babylon the Great seemed to see a light from his new chief, a light called hope.

This is also the belief and reason why Babylon the Great would rather fight to the death than buy time for Allen.

And he also believed that many tribal fighters, who had the same thoughts as him, fought for that light.

(End of this chapter)