Lord Roar

Chapter 216 Mourinho
Just when Allen held back the impulse in his heart and was about to leave quickly, a Harpy scout landed next to him, carefully identified the family badge on his chest, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, Prince Diesel, Mourinho asked you You go to check the supply unit, those lowly Pig fighters can't control their mouths at all, Mourinho is afraid that their excessive abuse of supplies will affect his plan."

"Yeah!" Allen nodded pretendingly, but he didn't know what the other party was pushing there at all.

But he still heard the word Mourinho!
When Allen heard this name, his heart almost skipped a beat, not because of anything else, but because the name is so legendary, basically reaching the level of a military enthusiast They all know Mourinho very dearly.

As a top aristocrat, Allen is ignorant and knows more or less about the famous generals on the San Cassis continent today. After all, his father is a rough man who leads soldiers.

But Mourinho is different from his father, and they are not at the same level at all.

Mourinho's full name is Mourinho. In addition to this name, he, like Allen, has many titles, Beamon No.1 general, uncrowned king among the nobles, elegant death, Beamon pride, and the most resolute under the stars Men and the like, anyway, unlike Alan, they are all derogatory, and they are all compliments.

Alan doesn't care about other titles, but only the nickname of the most resolute man under the starry sky, Alan covets it very much, and it is best to become the most durable man under the starry sky.

Mourinho was born into the extremely rare swan family, and he is also the patriarch of the contemporary Beamon swan family. As a handsome guy from the swan family, he can really be regarded as the uncrowned king among the nobles.

When Allen was young, his cheap father Claire said with emotion that in terms of command and rhythm control in war, only Mourinho of Beamon can turn war into an art.

Even Claire, who has fought countless battles, expressed such emotion, it is conceivable that Mourinho is worthy of being the No.1 general of Beamon.

Claire has served two people in her life, one is Mourinho, and the other is his son Alan, who is known as the head of the four kings of the Rock Kingdom.

In addition to his unparalleled war commanding ability, Mourinho is also a priest, and one of the twelve chief priests, and in terms of strength level, he is definitely the top three or even No.1.

You must know that the level division of Beamon priests is the same as that of magicians, and the requirements for strength are extremely strict.

From the lowest level of sacrificial apprentices to war sacrifices, glory sacrifices, great shaman sacrifices, and finally the biggest religious leader, the red-clothed high priest.

The standard for the twelve chief priests is that the strength of the great shaman can only be sacrificed, but the great shaman is not under the command of the red-clothed high priest. Jurisdiction of priests and religions.

And what Allen cares most about is that Mourinho is also very handsome. It is said that he has blond hair that is as dazzling as the scorching sun, facial features carved by the gods, extremely elegant manners and a supreme mind.

This guy is simply a copy of Conslet, who also came from religious forces, became well-known throughout the country at a young age, is also an elemental user, is equally handsome, and is also the dream lover of thousands of girl idols, middle-aged and elderly women.

It's just a pity that the handsome old man later became a traitor and the most wanted criminal, and he didn't even have an apprentice, just an old bachelor.

And Mourinho is the hero and the first commander of the entire Beamon, and there are probably more disciples and grandchildren than the living people Conslet has ever seen.

Allen shook his head secretly, if it wasn't for each other, he really wanted to meet this guy who was handsome than Mon No. 1, mainly because he wanted to see how handsome he was
After the Harpy saluted Allen again, he hurried into the air.

After seeing the harpies take off, Allen couldn't help being a little envious. Except for the dwarf griffins that acted as bombers, the Bloodhoof tribe really didn't have any air force to take action, and once the griffins encountered Beamon's harpy Humans have no parry power at all. No matter in terms of flying height or speed, the difference between the two is not 01:30. In air combat, whoever occupies the higher altitude will have the upper hand and the initiative. If the Griffins are domestic buns, then the Harpy is BYD. Although they are quite cheap, the latter is definitely faster and more resistant to collisions than the buns.

Looking at the huge stele again, Alan resisted the inexplicable impulse in his heart and left with his back to the stele. He grabbed a random soldier and took out the position of the baggage unit, and then swayed all the way to the location of the baggage.

After passing rows of barracks of Piggy warriors, Allen finally saw the baggage of Beamon's army.

Hundreds of simple wooden carts parked together in a haphazard manner, piled up with dry food exuding an unpleasant smell, and hundreds of buckets of drinking water with various small bugs floating in several circles.

In addition to food and water sources, nearly a hundred wounded soldiers were resting not far from the luggage. It seemed that they were all injured by the holy knights of the temple. , was bandaged hastily, and it seemed that they bandaged it themselves. The blood on the wound did not stop at all. The infection was only a matter of time, and the injured soldiers seemed to have become accustomed to it. Staring blankly at the sky.

Most of the seriously injured were wolf cavalry and kobold fighters. From a glance, it was almost either a broken arm or a broken leg, or a long wound on the body that was bleeding profusely.

The group of seriously wounded people did not receive timely care and treatment, and they leaned against the tent as if accepting their fate. When they saw Alan coming, they stared blankly and saluted very perfunctorily before lying down again. on the ground.

At this time, for them, they might leave this world in the next second, and if they have time to salute the nobles, they might as well take a look at the scenery of this desolate land.

Allen felt that if he had the opportunity, he should lead the gang of big-bellied men in the camp to visit, and see that the Beamon orc warriors charged in the front line, not afraid of death or hardship, eating moldy dry food, drinking It’s dirty water with bugs floating in it, and they work hard, and look at the guys in the tribe, they eat more than anyone else, they usually train because they’re afraid of hardship and tiredness, if they can be lazy, they’re lazy, they’re not as hardworking as the new giants Woolen cloth.

After kicking into the dirty water, Alan shouted in a pretentious manner: "Give me some eyes, whoever dares to steal it, be careful that I peeled his skin."

Seeing all the wounded around him looking at him blankly, Allen nodded in satisfaction.

He would like to kick all the buckets over, anyway, the southern parish is next to the Great Wasteland, and the weather is extremely dry. By then, these bastards will die of thirst, but this is only for thinking about it, not to mention that he is pretending to be a liger aristocrat , Even pretending to be the Beast Emperor is probably not enough. If he really wants to cut off all the water sources, let alone other soldiers, he can chop up the wounded in front of him.

It can almost be confirmed that all the supplies of the entire Beamon army should be here. After carefully calculating the comparison of their numbers, Allen finally understood what the idea of ​​Mourinho, who was mentioned by the eagle-bodied population just now, was. Take Dina, burn them all, loot them all and kill them all, and quickly retreat through the remote teleportation device.

For the Beamon orcs, Allen learned a lot from the books. The multi-racial composition of the Beamon Legion is different from that of the Human Race. The Beamon Beast Emperor wanted to mobilize the troops of all races of the Beamon Beastmen. No matter which race it was, he had to convince the elders first, and then the elders would mobilize their own fighters.

This administrative model can’t be said to be good or bad, but Allen believes that the biggest drawback is the problem of supplies. Those who charge to the front line are often poor ghosts, the kind of poor ghosts who can’t eat at home except for joining the army.

Once you join the army, the Beamon military department and the superior will not pay you a military salary, but only take care of food, and you will find a way to get your weapons, armor, horses, mounts and the like.

And it can be seen from this attack on the southern parish that the strategic intention of the Beamon army is very simple. After going into battle lightly, they will use their lives to pile up, and the surviving soldiers will grab things.

However, the so-called Mourinho is still a bit willful, knowing to let the lion and tiger guards with the highest combat power participate in the tough battle.

Allen looked at the supplies that were obviously not enough for the Beamon orc army to eat another meal, and suddenly had a bold idea. If the Holy Light Fortress can support it for a while, even if it can't persist, it must clear the walls before the Holy Light Fortress falls. If he destroys the materials in front of him again, the only option left for the Beamon army is to retreat.

It's not that Allen is helping the southern parish on purpose, but if the Beamon orc army captures the Fort of Holy Light, anyone who catches a passer-by will know that Dina is staying in the Bloodhoof Camp. Once the orc army obtained supplies, the next stop would definitely be the Great Wasteland.

Allen suddenly got a little angry. If he is a real elemental user, it's okay, he can use any magic to destroy the luggage or harass the rear of the legion. Unfortunately, although he has the magic power of ancient elements in his body, and his mental power has reached the level of a magister Level, unfortunately, these are of no use, because he can't cast a single spell.

Allen, who was just about to leave, found a very arrogant figure walking over. This guy was also wearing a full-body armor of the Liger Guards. He wanted to point his nostrils at everyone when he was walking. Fanning his nose with his hands in disgust, the guy swayed to Alan's side with eight steps.

"Boss! It's me, Rooney."

"Damn!" Allen was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled Rooney to a corner where no one was around.

After uncovering the mask, Rooney, who turned into a werewolf, smiled at Allen.

"Why did you come here? Where did you get the armor? Didn't you tell the frontier troops of the Kingdom of Locke and the Principality of Lothar to go?" Allen was surprised to find that Rooney, who had turned into a werewolf, seemed to be in a werewolf form than usual. It's a lot bigger, this guy can basically be more than three meters tall after becoming a bear man, and a werewolf is more than two meters high, and at this time the old druid is wearing the whole body of the Janissary Lion Clan, unexpectedly No flaws can be seen at all.

Rooney smiled and said, "I can't wear it when I'm a grizzly bear, and I'm short when I'm a werewolf. It's the idea given by little Zach. Just put a few layers of animal skin under the feet and it's just right."

"Little Zack? Have you found little Zack?"

Rooney saw Alan's relieved look, and this is what happened just now.

(End of this chapter)