Lord Roar

Chapter 182 Conditions
Conslet woke up quickly, his handsome old face flushed with blood.

Allen regretted that he didn't listen to Babylon's suggestion and stabbed him to death just now. The great wizard of the undead is not going to turn his face, right? This blushing looks like something, isn't it going to get mad?

"What do you say here?" Conslet looked at Allen and asked without thinking.

Allen felt bad, and pointed to Tatar, the great barbarian wizard who had a relationship with the giant in the distance, and said: "He has the final say, you can go to him if you have any grudges."

Conslet leapt forward, jumped in front of Tatar, and said politely, "Barbarian, hello."

Tatar was taken aback. Just now, he was still in a relationship with Samson, and this unpredictable magician flew to him to say hello.

"I, Ben Conslet, condescend to be an offering to the Bloodhoof Tribe at the rank of a sub-sage, can you make the decision?"

Tatar and Gonzalez stepped back a few steps, looking at Conslet in astonishment.

"Ya, Yasheng, Yasheng magician?" Gonzalez felt as if he was dreaming.

"No!" Allen shouted directly after running over: "He is a liar who tells fortunes all over the wilderness. He can be a fart master, no."

Conslet looked at Alan inexplicably, didn't you say he can make the decision.

"Hey, I thought you were asking for directions. It's useless to ask him." Allen pointed to Tatar and said, "He's a fortune-teller by drawing, so he knows something."

Before Conslater could speak, Gonzalez stepped forward and pulled Alan aside, looked at him as if he were the most prodigal son in the world, and said in a babbling voice: "Ah, God of War, it's Ya Holy, did you get beaten in the head by those paladins just now?"

"What's wrong with Yasheng, it's not your father, why are you so excited?"

"If my father were Yasheng, I would be the first to let my father kill you."

Allen chuckled: "It's a pity that the grass on your father's grave is two meters high, and he killed me. Go dream about it, old coffin ladle."

Old Du Fu also looked very frightened, and he came over and interjected, "So the sub-sage is between the magister and the holy rank. It can be said that one foot has already stepped into the holy rank, and it may advance at any time, or it may never be able to advance, but you cannot deny the strength of the sub-sage, and even if it is a holy rank, you may not dare to speak lightly against the sub-sage. However, there is no record of conflicts between the holy rank and the sub-sage on the mainland, it is too rare."

"So powerful? Don't you say that there are only two holy ranks in the Saint Cassie Continent? Is Conslet so powerful?"

Old Du Fu nodded, and said with some uncertainty: "During the battle just now, I have never heard of the spell he chanted, and the two real-name weapons were summoned from different spaces. Other magisters must not be able to do it."

"He's so powerful, why did he hide from the Holy See to the Demon Realm? Impossible." Allen looked suspiciously at Conslet who came over.

"A joke? It's too late for the Holy See to hide from me. It's really nonsense, and the plane of the Green Goblins is not the Demon Realm, it's just one of many different spaces!" Conslet looked at Old Dove and said, "I'll count you as well. Half master?"

The old Dufu hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak.

"You can get it, they almost didn't let your broken note kill you!" Alan interrupted and said, "They are self-destructive and repaired, so you are ashamed not to want your big face."

Tatar also didn't care about Samson, and hurried over, fearing that the bloodhoof chief would be stupid again and refuse such a good thing.

Samson inexplicably shouted at Tatar's back: "Hey, why did you leave halfway, didn't you say that you would give us enough food every once in a while?"

Tatar rolled his eyes, if the sub-holy mage became the worship of the Bloodhoof tribe, who the hell would care about your plain giants, a single sub-holy mage would be able to overthrow dozens of you giants, asking for shit food while playing go.

Even the old Zach, who was silent next to him and seldom interfered in tribal affairs, looked at Allen expectantly after hearing the word Yasheng.

Allen was a little uncomfortable being stared at by the people around him.

He didn't think there was anything special about Yasheng. No matter how powerful Conslet was, he was still the most wanted criminal of the Holy See. Although the Bloodhoof tribe was beaten by the Knights of the Iron Riders just now, the Holy See would have to come to trouble sooner or later.

Besides, although he didn't know any Yasheng, the Great Necromancer was once his old housekeeper, a group of people really had shallow eyesight.

But if Conslet was left in the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Holy See would have to call all the masters to exterminate the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Is it the same thing for you to beat someone's younger brother and beat the boss of the gang?

Offending the Iron Knights of the Western Diocese and openly declaring war on the Holy See are fundamentally two concepts.

A group of people were in a hurry, and they all watched Alan waiting for him to make a decision.

Especially Tatar Ryan Gonzalez and the three of them, where there is still a trace of the demeanor of a big man, they can't wait to pierce Chief Bloodhoof's mouth to get him to agree.

Ryan has long stopped thinking of himself as one of the three elders of the parliament, staring at Allen with an old face flatteringly.

"No!" Allen said against the pressure from the people around him: "Master Yasheng, you, you should go back and forth wherever you go."

The old Duff next to him breathed a sigh of relief, but Allen was actually helpless.

Whether it's Duff or Cologne, even those dwarves and giants, they are all tightly united around the Bloodhoof Tribe after several times of fighting side by side and getting along day and night, but Conslet, the public enemy of the mainland, is different, because His unfathomable strength is the main reason for fear, but his tyrannical strength has become an unpredictable bomb full of unexpected factors, which may explode at any time.

Conslet doesn't mind being rejected. Through getting along with him along the way, he has more or less understood the temperament of this Bloodhoof patriarch, although he hasn't been in the plane of Saint Cassis Continent for more than ten years. , but he still understands the status of Tatar and others as representatives of the barbarians, so he is not in a hurry.

Alan pointed to Conslet and said: "You only know that he is the sub-sage? Then do you know that he is the most wanted criminal of the Holy See? Or the number one public enemy on the mainland? Are you stupid? No wonder the barbarians are getting more and more confused under your leadership. The worse it gets, the short-sightedness!"

Conslet smiled disdainfully and said: "First, even if I stand in front of the Grand Pope of the Holy See, he may not dare to attack me, let alone speak rudely. Second, there are so many races in the mainland, how can the Holy See treat me Declaring him a public enemy of the mainland is just to deceive some short-sighted people, three, if you agree to my conditions, I can tell you a secret about all the barbarians, this secret is related to the future and hope of your barbarians!"

Babylon the Great is curling his lips at the side, so you can brag vigorously. Just now, a group of temple paladins looked like they killed their father and enemy when they saw you. No one dared to attack you?You have to stand there still, and see if the cardinal of the Holy See can shoot you to death with the large cross that was summoned.

(End of this chapter)