Lord Roar

Chapter 211 Infiltrate
Big Babylon's excited little tongue began to tremble at this time, looking at the camps of Beamon orcs less than a hundred yards away, if Alan was not by his side, he would have rushed to kill him with a loud roar, and turned the world upside down. The result will definitely be chopped into pieces, but it is not in vain to travel through the world, and his reputation will definitely be sung in the Great Wasteland in the future.

"What are you trembling about?"

Babylon the Great licked his lips, his eyes glowed bloodthirstyly: "Chief, can we just rush in?"

"Is your head flooded?" Allen rolled his eyes, pointed to the distance and said, "I noticed on the hillside just now that there were a group of orc warriors who were about the same height and size as us, and they were wearing full-body armor. Even the head is covered, let's find a way to get two sets to mix in."

Big Babylon nodded in disappointment. It turned out that he sneaked in sneakily. This is too much for the prestige of our Bloodhoof tribe.

Babylon the Great has already made up his mind at this time. If someone knows what happened today in the future, he will definitely say that this is what the chief meant.

"Chief, don't you say that the orcs are very poor? Why are those guys in the distance wearing full body armor?"

"I don't know, but there are only a hundred or so people with full-body armor. I think the pig-headed warriors charging forward are not the same as the wolf cavalry. They wear a layer of animal leather armor."

"Oh! I guess there are so many orcs, only these guys have full body armor."

Allen signaled Babylon to silence, and the two lay motionless on the ground, patiently looking for opportunities.

The opportunity came soon. The group of Beamon fighters who were repairing in the rear seemed to have received some orders, and a large part of them started to support the front line. Those who remained were more or less slightly injured.

"Liger Imperial Guard!" Alan looked a little unhappy, some of the soldiers not far away just now took off their helmets, and the word "King of the Mountain" on their foreheads was very eye-catching.

"The royal family forms the Liger Guard?" Babylon the Great's voice was a little tense.

"You know quite a lot." Allen said with a smile: "Now our brothers have really encountered a hard problem."

Big Babylon nodded, just kidding, can he not know.

Beamon orcs have many main battle races. In addition to the largest number of pigs, there are also wolf cavalry, bear bears, and the rare Olephant elephant hercules. There is also a liger guard with less than a hundred people. .

All members of the Lion and Tiger Guards are royals, composed of adult fighters from the lion and tiger races. In addition to being a powerful main battle race, they have to receive cruel training since childhood until they become adults, until they join the Lion and Tiger Guards The army can be said to be the elite of the elite of the Beamon family. It is said that each member can contend against a third-order fighting spirit fighter alone.

"There are eight left!" Allen asked Big Babylon after counting: "Can you solve them without disturbing the other Beamon orcs?"

Babylon the Great nodded confidently.

Allen slapped his head, and then realized that asking him was a waste of a question. For a war madman like Babylon the Great, let alone eight slightly injured ligers in the distance, even if eight holy steps were gathered together, this idiot would dare He said he could kill them, and he really dared to rush over.

Allen gave the big Babylon who was about to move a shudder, and took a large animal skin package from behind him.

"Look at what good things De Niro and Fan Di brought us." Allen poured out all the things in the package.

"Forks? Dry food? Dry food, dry food, dried meat, and rye..." Allen became more and more angry as he watched, and cursed at Babylon in a low voice: "Why the hell did you bring so much food? "

Babylon the Great scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I'm not afraid of me, ah no, I'm afraid you're hungry."

"Idiot!" Allen turned the package upside down, and then took out a delicate crossbow from the inside, with a row of stringed crossbows on it, exactly seven.

Glancing sideways at Big Babylon, Allen said angrily, "You're smart, you know how to bring something useful."

Babylon the Great gave a foolish laugh. He was ashamed to tell his chief that those crossbow arrows were originally prepared to shoot some prey to satisfy his hunger when the dry food was not enough.

Pointing to the few remaining lion and tiger guards in the distance, Allen whispered: "I will attract their attention, you slowly approach the past, and then put them with crossbow arrows, understand? Their armor The only place that cannot be protected is the neck, and the ribs on the side of the armor, so you must shoot at the neck."

Big Babylon held the crossbow with a pair of big hands like a child's toy, and nodded confidently.

This handle and crossbow were originally used exclusively by dwarves. After modification, it can be hidden under the armguard of the bloodhoof warrior, so it is very light and compact. Babylon the Great is a little afraid that the hand crossbow will be damaged by force. The pinch fell apart.

Allen slowly lowered his body, crawling towards the direction of the Liger Guards little by little.

As a result, when he climbed halfway, Allen slowly retreated as if he remembered something.

"Why are you back, Chief?"

Allen lay on the ground, raised his head and asked suspiciously: "It's so far away, can you shoot accurately?"

Big Babylon looked at Allen who was lying on the ground, and said as it should be: "It's so far away, I'm sure I won't be able to shoot accurately."

After finishing speaking, the big Babylon looked at Allen as if he was looking at an idiot. The whole camp knows that I can't use hands. Crossbows, and you let me shoot them.

"Then why didn't your mother say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask me." The simple and honest Babylon found that his chief had become more and more unreasonable recently.

Allen patted the soil on his body, grabbed his hand and crossbow and said: "Let's change, you go to attract their attention, and I see the opportunity to put it on them."

Babylon the Great nodded excitedly, he was unwilling to hide in the dark and play tricks, which would damage his reputation as the number one warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

"Attract their attention, but don't disturb the other Beamon orc warriors in the distance, understand? We have to do it without anyone noticing." Allen asked with some anxiety: "We are just arresting someone for questioning, Just don't make a fuss, understand?"

Babylon the Great hummed impatiently. He found that his chief had not only started to be unreasonable recently, but also started to whine, just like the old tree man East.

Allen lowered his head and checked the crossbow bolts in his hand. When he raised his head again, he realized that Babylon the Great had already run out.

Yes, that's right, he ran out like a wild dog running off the rein, and rushed straight to the seven ligers and tiger guards, shouting while running: "Beamon's bastards, look at me, look at me!" , I am the number one warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe, remember my name, my name is Babylon the Great!"

Allen slapped his head and raised his hands. Crossbow Cat bent down and followed.

(End of this chapter)