Lord Roar

One leg
Old Zac jumped off the giant claw tree, walked up to Gonzales and stretched out his hands to help him up.

For the spiritual leaders of all the barbarians in this wasteland, the old Zach still has some admiration in his heart. Unlike Manstein, the great chief, the great shaman rarely intervenes in the specific affairs of the various tribes, and for some weaker tribes , will often help.

Although the Bloodhoof tribe broke away from the leadership of Manstanni, they will never turn their backs on the light of God Kakalu.

Gonzales patted old Zach's outstretched hand, stood up and snorted fiercely, staring at Allen without blinking like a labor camp release officer seeing a free bathing center.

Allen was a little horrified by this embarrassing old guy.

Gonzalez walked towards Allen step by step, and the soldiers protecting him also gave way.

The soldiers still knew their former spiritual leader, the great shaman, and they didn't show any hostility. Besides, the old man's physique, if he really had any malicious intentions, he wouldn't be enough for the new boss to kick him.

"My boy, my name is Gonzales, the great shaman of the Great Chief tribe." After Gonzales introduced himself with a smile, he was a little embarrassed when he saw Alan's expression that his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not his nose. He coughed and continued, "You must be the new chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, right? God Kakalu blesses you."

After finishing speaking, Gonzalez touched Allen's chest in a dignified manner.

Allen hates this kind of old magic stick who relies on the old and pretends to be a ghost.

Babylon the Great came up behind Allen and said awkwardly, "Allen, don't be so unreasonable to the Great Shaman."

Gonzalez, who saw Babylon the Great, didn't appreciate the other party's love at all, and snorted heavily in his nose.

The fire of Alan's gossip ignited, and this big shaman seemed very dissatisfied with old Zach, and it was not the kind of hatred that seemed to be a matter of right and wrong.

Gonzalez pointed at the restless beasts around him, and said in admiration, "The wilderness beasts are extremely powerful, and the Bloodhoof tribe has seven points."

Allen thought for a long time, but couldn't understand what Gonzalez said.

"Chief Bloodhoof, can you let the strong boys of your tribe go back to the camp first, the misunderstanding between the compatriots can be resolved without force, and let me be the middleman, okay?" Gonzal Reis said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll show you face." After Allen finished speaking, before Gonzales could boast, he suddenly grinned and said, "But first we have to finish the serious business."

Seeing Gonzalez's puzzled expression, Allen didn't explain, and shouted to the surroundings: "Brothers, from the lion tribe, each breaks a leg!"

The tribal warrior, who had never made any sound other than breathing, suddenly held up his weapon, and then burst into a roar that resounded across the wilderness: "For the glory of the tribe, for the prestige of the chief! Break a leg!"

Both Cologne and Babylon the Great shouted at the same time: "Array."

The tribal fighters who were originally standing scattered, like the most elite human soldiers who have been trained for many years, shuttled between each other, and then found their own position.

In just a few seconds, two triangular formations were neatly arranged.

Cologne and Babylon the Great stood in front of the two battle formations respectively, with Zack Jr. in the middle, leading five vindictive fighters to protect Du Fu and several barbarian little mage apprentices who had landed on the ground.

The ten griffins hovering in the sky let out ear-piercing screams, and began to lower their altitude, and finally the finished product hovered over Du Fu.

East flicked the rattan whip in his hand with a loud whip, and more than a dozen wasteland bears sitting cross-legged on the ground stood up, and while driving the wolves to follow behind the battle formation, they shouted: "Break the leg that set the fire!" !"

With a uniform sound of "pa", more than a hundred soldiers of the Bloodhoof tribe covered their faces with visors without making any extra noise.

"Go ahead!" Old Zach shouted loudly.

Gonzalez was already dumbfounded, and the expression on his face was filled with amazement.

Is this still a barbarian who fights messily based on instinct?Is this still a barbarian who is so red-eyed that he doesn't even know how to retreat?I have personally seen countless human legionnaires, but none of them have completely obeyed orders like the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The speed of the two teams continued to increase, from just stepping forward to the current accelerated trot, until they were less than 200 meters away from the lion tribe fighters, and the teams began to sprint with their weapons held high.

Seeing the enemy constantly approaching him, Johnny had recovered from the initial panic at this time, and roared twice to get the soldiers under his command to gather together.

The sense of oppression that the Bloodhoof Tribe brought to their own people was too strong, the uniform movements, the expression without panic, and the armor that was almost armed to the teeth.

Those two silent teams seemed not to be barbarian warriors who came to participate in the battle, but two war machines that only knew how to kill. They were approaching from slow to fast.

Allen pushed away Gonzalez who was blocking him, took the Dragon Halberd from Dina, and rushed out on the bloody hoof ring.

He was the last to move, and after sprinting all the way, he was the first to rush into the lion tribe.

He has only one target in his eyes, and that is Johnny the Great Axe.

"Let go of the guardian beasts of the tribe, and kill them all." Johnny also saw Alan, his former opponent, with red eyes that seemed to be bleeding.

The original bronze-colored skin slowly turned gray and white. After jumping off the "giant axe" alien gray lion, Johnny also rushed towards Allen.

One is from the past, and the other is from now, the leaders of the two tribes who have been crowned the strongest tribe, under the arrangement of fate, they will fight again.

"Boom!" Allen, who jumped into the air, held up the painting dragon halberd and smashed it at Johnny's head.

The battle between the two chiefs was staged here.

Following the fight between their own chiefs, the most elite warriors of the two tribes finally met.

Babylon the Great raised his giant sword high, concentrated his fighting spirit on the tip of the sword, and chopped down a giant wolf of the wilderness of the lion tribe blocking the way with one sword.

The giant wasteland wolf that had rushed out had already shown its fangs, ready to jump up and bite off the opponent's neck at any time, but when it was less than two meters away from Babylon, it seemed that it sensed the danger was coming, and turned around extremely sensitively. Unfortunately, After all, it was not as fast as the giant sword of the Great Babylon. The body of the giant wolf was cut off at the waist, and the scarlet blood mixed with some pieces of internal organs were scattered by the fighting energy poured into the giant sword.

The warriors behind the Great Babylon rushed out of the battle formation like tigers entering a herd of sheep, constantly cutting up the lion tribe warriors who gathered together.

Followed by Cologne and the fighters behind him, the triangular battle formation also began to change, from the initial shape to a long snake formation, and the continuous extension of the team tried to surround the lion tribe fighters who had already fallen into battle.

Cologne and the soldiers behind him just kept extending the encirclement, and never took the initiative to attack except to push back the lion warriors who were trying to break through the encirclement.

When he realized that he was surrounded by some lion tribe warriors, he kept trying to cut the encirclement formed by the bloodhoof warriors, but unfortunately every time he returned without success, either he was forced to come back, or he was entangled by the enemies in the encirclement.

One side is semi-petrified skin, and the other is semi-petrified skin wrapped in a steel helmet.

One side is a traditional barbarian warrior, and the other side is a tribal warrior deeply influenced by battle.

One side is the traditional warrior of the lion tribe who fights with brute force, and the other side is the bloodhoof warrior who is trained by his chief every day to defeat the enemy with one move.

The warriors of the Lion tribe didn't pay much attention to the armor worn by the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe at the beginning, and still relied on their brute strength to fight close to each other.

Maybe they can hit the face, chest, and other body parts of the Bloodhoof tribe warrior with one punch.

However, the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, did not know when they began to cherish their lives extremely, even if other parts were punched and kicked, they still wanted to protect their vitals.

The craftsmanship of the dwarves is indeed well-deserved. The armor worn by the blood hoof warrior has carried out the excellent characteristics of the dwarves, which are simple and unpretentious, resistant to manipulation and hard work.

Don't ask for lightness, but only for thickness and resistance, not for dexterity, only for thickness and resistance, not for ease of wearing, only for thickness and resistance.

The brute force of the lion tribe's blow may smash those extremely thick armor into a small pit or depression, but it is far from causing serious damage.

The warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, keep in mind the chief's order, one leg per person, no more than one, no less.

So they didn't use weapons to attack the warriors of the lion tribe except to block with weapons.

Even if they didn't use weapons to attack, as long as the soldiers of the Bloodhoof tribe protected the vital points, they would definitely attack the opponent's vital points if there was a chance, such as the throat, crotch, heart, back of the head, face, ribs, armpit.

Wherever it hurts, pick it up, where it is weak, pick it up!

The casserole-sized fist of the lion tribe warrior, no matter how loud the hammer was, no matter how many shots he made, he couldn't hold back the bloodhoof tribe warrior's blow.

The tricky angle of the shot that was rushing to the door, and the unstoppable slap in the face, as long as it was touched, the lion tribe warrior would either cover his face with blood on his face, or lie on the ground covering his crotch and twitch.

As long as the combat power is lost, two blood hoof warriors will come over immediately, and kick the lion warrior to the ground with a heavy kick at the knee.

As long as he lies down on the ground, another bloodhoof tribe warrior with a mace will rush over, and the bloodhoof warriors with other weapons will surround him to protect him, and the warrior with the mace will immediately squat down. The thing is to measure the strength and angle of the shot, and hit the lion warrior's calf with a stick.

There are more and more bear tribe fighters lying on the ground covering their calves. Several outstanding lion warriors noticed that fewer and fewer of their clansmen could stand on the ground, so they had to try their best to gather together to avoid being attacked by the enemy. smash.

It's a pity that as long as there are more than ten people, the dwarf riding the griffin in midair will throw a small transparent glass bottle at them, and after an explosion, flames will splash in all directions, making them run around holding their heads.

It would be fine if there were only griffins. After all, there were only ten of them, and it was impossible to take care of the entire battle.

You don't let us gather together, we can join forces to fight against the enemy in twos and threes, right?

However, the Bloodhoof Warriors still failed to make them happy. As long as two or three get together and get into a stalemate with the Bloodhoof Warriors, the human magician on the periphery will lead several other barbarian magic apprentices to release some fireballs, Although low-level spells such as water arrows have no lethality, they still make them run around in a hurry.

If it is miserable to be knocked off a leg, then the battle guardian beasts in the lion tribe are even worse.

The wild bears in the wasteland ignored the lion warriors at all. They seemed to have a special liking for the beasts that bullied other races. Several violent bears surrounded one, and when they went up, they would bite, punch and kick.

Those ferocious beasts can't even protect themselves, let alone protect their masters.

These violent bears are like shrews chasing Xiaosan. Their big paws are like a storm, and they just slap to death. If you can't fall down, you will go up and bite. If your body crushes you to death, if it fails to crush you to death, it will crush your ribs.

There were more and more Lion Tribe fighters lying on the ground, all of them hugged their calves and howled and twitched.

Colon outside the field yelled: "Clean up the field."

The tribal fighters who formed the encirclement finally entered the battle, kicking one by one, as long as they were lying on the ground, they all fainted, and after dragging them up, they threw the fainted lion fighters together.

As long as there are about seven or eight lion warriors who have fainted, a tribal warrior next to him will whistle to the sky. After the whistle is over, the dwarf riding on the griffin in the air will shoot a large net, and the lion warriors on the ground will be thrown into a net. The tribal fighters are all covered.

Babylon the Great was a good subordinate who obeyed the orders of the leader. He borrowed a mace from his companion and continued to patrol back and forth.

"Boom~~woo"

"Didn't you just smash one leg..." The unlucky ghost held his legs and looked at Babylon with grief and indignation.

"If you didn't say it earlier, I thought you just passed out."

(End of this chapter)