Lord Roar

Chapter 398 The Uninvited Guest

In the hall of the Holy Father, everyone gathered around the long table and looked at each other.

"Let's talk about how to deal with the elemental shielding circle jointly cast by Priest Beamon." There was a strong sense of powerlessness in the voice of the Great Pope.

Everyone's hearts inevitably sank. They could hear this helpless feeling from the voice of the Great Pope. The Great Pope, who was revered by everyone in the past, did not hide this negative emotion. One can imagine how terrible the battle situation on the front line is. unfavorable.

Seeing that everyone looked terrified and no one spoke, the Grand Pope looked at Hathas, with no blame, no expectation, and no emotion in his eyes.

Hathas hadn't closed his eyes for three consecutive days, and sighed with red eyes, "Let's retreat to the Fort of Holy Light."

As soon as the words fell, the complexions of the people below changed drastically, and they all began to whisper to each other.

After the Pope tapped on the table lightly to silence everyone, he asked indifferently, "Do you have any objections?"

A group of big shots looked bitter, so there was no objection. The Fort of Holy Light is only this big, and it can hold tens of thousands of people in the fort.

Battles outside the fort are also done on the plains. It doesn't mean that the Great Wasteland is not a plain terrain. The question is, what should the barbarians do?Do you just give up these fighting power?
It's not that they care much about the life and death of the barbarians, but that those who can resist the Behemoth war monsters are the battle guardian beasts of the barbarians, and they also need the cooperation of human fighting spirit fighters.

Retreating to the Fort of Holy Light is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. Beamon orcs destroyed the barbarians, but it was better to destroy the human race's vitality.

Hatchas said: "I know you have scruples, but if all the legions are stationed outside the Fort of Holy Light, the logistics line will not have to be stretched too long, and the logistics supply will be faster."

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay. The problem today is not logistics at all, but that they can't handle the orcs at all. It has something to do with logistics.

Instead, Claire snorted coldly and said, "Then what about the soldiers of my second frontier army? Are they also withdrawing to the Holy Light Fortress?"

Hatchas was speechless. If the left and right armies want to retreat all the way to the Fort of Holy Light, someone must cut off the rear, and the second frontier army and barbarian soldiers are undoubtedly the best candidates to stop the Beamon orcs. After the break, there is no such strength.

The morale of the two armies was low, and the soldiers were lost, and they were powerless.

It's not that Hathas has selfish intentions, but except for the second frontier army who is good at defense, and the barbarians with combat guardian beasts, the two armies can't stop the Beamon orcs at all, and now they are fighting and retreating.

Seeing that Hatchas didn't speak, Claire glanced at the Grand Pope and said loudly: "The two armies are retreating, and Beamon will definitely not chase you. If I were the commander of the enemy, I would directly encircle the second frontier army and the barbarians. Well, at that time, the soldiers of my Locke Kingdom will not be able to escape even if they have wings, and your Holy See has a good plan."

The Great Pope gave Claire a dissatisfied look, but Claire pretended not to see it. I don't believe in the Holy Father, so I'm afraid of you.

Seeing that Hathas was being run over by her, Claire cursed again, then looked at Nicholas, the vice president of the Wizards Association, and scolded with displeasure: "What's the use of you old bastards? The cowhide was blowing loudly, and in the end, there were only a small number of fighting spirit fighters to protect you. After sacrificing so many scouts, in the end, the magic elements could not be summoned, and the farts could not be released. Turn around and run away. It really is a bunch of waste , Return you. Damn the number one powerhouse in the mainland, shit isn’t it.”

Originally, Claire wanted to bury Nicholas, but she saw Albert when she was swearing and swearing. Thinking that her precious son suffered a big loss on the holy mountain, she directly pointed at Sang Huai.

Others don't know what happened on the holy mountain. Can Claire not know? Allen has already asked Yorkshire to tell him everything. Originally, Claire thought that Albert, the number one powerhouse on the mainland, was mysterious and powerful. It turned out that Just a fucking parallel importer! ! !
Not only did Claire know what happened on the holy mountain, but even Archmage Downey guessed it all. After all, Orpheus and Albert were thrown out of the portal with injuries a few days ago. He was still in a coma. On the contrary, although Alan looked embarrassed, he was not seriously injured. It seemed that Albert had been cleaned up.

Archmage Downey has been preparing to discuss with Albert for the past few days. He has been coveting the title of Continental Supreme for a long time.

Alan's wretch can lead someone to clean up Albert, and he is a dignified water system holy step, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Albert, who was accused of being scolded by Sang Huai, stood up angrily, his wand in his hand was shining brightly, and he looked at Claire with a sneer and said, "Grand Duke, are you tired of life and dare to tease me?"

Just as Albert finished speaking, there was the sound of the door being kicked open.

Allen, Orpheus, and the handsome old man Conslet stood outside the door.

Claire stared at Albert without squinting and said, "So what if you scold you, you hit me if you are not convinced?"

The Grand Duke has long disliked Albert, and he doesn't believe that this guy dares to do anything in front of the Grand Pope.

What is the most powerful person in the mainland, his son has been wronged, and the Pope dares to scold him, let alone a space-type holy rank that can only attack a single target, as long as the opponent dares to move, he will immediately throw a bench over him and shoot him to death , When Lao Tzu's fighting spirit is practiced in vain?
"Are you going to hit my father?" Allen looked stern, and looked at Albert over the crowd.

After Albert heard the loud noise just now, he had already noticed the three people outside the door.

He can ignore Allen's threat, but the problem is that Conslet is still standing by.

He is not afraid of the Son of Chaos, he is just a guy who makes trouble all day with his strength.

But Conslet is different. Albert is really afraid of the handsome old man. When he saw Conslet, his back felt chills.

With a slightly guilty snort, Albert said in a low voice: "The enemy is not as knowledgeable as you, hum!"

Known as the most powerful man in the mainland, the space-system holy-order Albert, just sat down on the stool as if his daughter-in-law had been aggrieved.

Everyone present was shocked, and they looked at Alan with surprise and whispered again.

A young man in the noble costume of a little baron is so domineering that even Albert gave him a three-pointer, and the dignified holy son Orpheus stood half a meter behind him, obviously respecting him Mainly.

However, many clever people suddenly realized when they heard Alan call Claire Papa.

The son of chaos who was once shouted and beaten by everyone!
The bloodhoof chief who is feared by everyone now!
Isn't it the young man outside the door!
Allen saw Albert confessed, and took Conslet to the Pope.

The Great Pope glanced at Orpheus, saw the other party nodded to him, and then asked blankly: "Chief Bloodhoof, why are you here?"

"Represents [-] barbarians."

Albert said disdainfully, "Can you represent [-] barbarians?"

"I also represent your father and uncle."

"What did you say!" Albert stood up again, but when he saw Conslet sneering at him, he sat down again and repeated: "The enemy is in front of me, and I don't have the same knowledge as you."

But Albert was secretly proud: Hey, am I stupid to be a grandpa?I won't give you a chance to attack me!There's nothing to be afraid of, it's better than losing your life. I don't want that old lunatic Conslet to block me every day!
The Great Pope was ashamed of Albert when he saw his cowardly behavior, but he stared at the handsome old man Conslet without blinking, secretly wondering why he seemed to be dying a few days ago, why now Lively look.

"Since we were discussing how to deal with Beamon, but did not inform the great chief tribe, His Excellency Hatchas, why?" Allen asked Hatchas instead of looking at the Pope.

Allen knew without thinking that the Pope and Hathas must be planning to cheat their teammates again. These bastards are not good at fighting, and cheating teammates is more capable than one.

Hatchas looked at the Grand Pope with a troubled expression. He knew Alan's temper. If he couldn't explain one, two, three, maybe the other party would make him unable to step down in public. He didn't want to follow in Albert's footsteps. Even the most powerful man in the motherland, the embarrassment is thrown at grandma's house.

As the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, and he is also the direct descendant of the Great Pope, although he does not understand the details of what happened on the Holy Mountain, but now the Great Pope does not return to the Holy Mountain but sits in the Fort of Holy Light, and Allen stands behind him intact, and In several darkrooms of the Holy Light Castle, there are still a group of half-dead winged knights lying there. All idiots know that the Holy Mountain has definitely suffered a big loss.

The Pope was devastated, let alone the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.

Seeing Hatchas' embarrassment, the Pope glanced at Allen inexplicably and said, "Sit down, we are discussing how to deal with it."

Allen walked to Nicholas and sneered.

The vice president of the Continental Magic Association is also a second person. After wiping the stool under his buttocks very wittily, he moved away from the seat with a calm expression.

After Nicholas moved away from his seat, the handsome old man was not polite, and walked up to Albert in front of everyone and snorted coldly.

Albert, known as the most powerful man in the continent, stood up and stretched himself, and moved away from his seat pretending to be tired.

The handsome old man was also secretly surprised, this old bastard has learned to be smart, he would rather be ashamed than give me a chance to find fault.

This scene stunned all the big figures of the human race present. How might the Bloodhoof tribe be so majestic?Even Albert and the Vice President of the Magic Association have to give up their seats?

The two people from the Bloodhoof Tribe turned their backs on the guests, but the Great Pope just showed dissatisfaction but did not take any action!

Orpheus stood behind the Pope, expressionless.

Two uninvited guests from the Bloodhoof Tribe came, and the atmosphere suddenly became very delicate. The Grand Pope remained silent, and Nicholas and Orpheus stood behind the Grand Pope in embarrassment.

The Great Pope looked as if he had bowed his head and said nothing just now, but Allen looked arrogant, and began to scan the big shots present unscrupulously.

All the big shots who met Allen's eyes avoided them and lowered their heads.

Allen also pretended to be big, and his eyes swept arrogantly at the Grand Duke Claire.

The Grand Duke stared, and Allen quickly retracted his gaze and smiled embarrassingly.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Allen was not in a hurry, and leaned back. After the harsh sound of wood rubbing against the ground, he put his feet on the table.

Yawning, Allen sneered and said, "A group of people came here to play big-eyed and small-eyed? When are you going to stare until the Beamon orcs approach the city?"

The Great Pope looked at Allen with a half-smile and said, "Then, what is Chief Bloodhoof's opinion, why don't you tell me?"

Just as Allen was about to speak, Claire pretended to be angry and said to Allen: "Ignorant boy, the Great Pope is here, which round will you interrupt?"

Allen was startled, and after glancing at Daddy Cheap, he said inwardly, and gave Claire a thumbs up in his heart, it's the old fox after all.

Seeing the Pope stunned for a while, Allen cursed secretly.

I almost fell for it. If I suggested how to deal with the Beamon orcs, it would be considered a self-recommendation.

The Great Pope didn't mind seeing the failure of the aggressive general, and continued to say: "In this case, we can only use the advantage of the terrain to fight a defensive battle. Chief Bloodhoof is here. I suggest that all barbarians abandon the Great Wasteland and fight with my human soldiers. How about defending the Holy Light Castle together?"

Hatchas glanced at Allen cautiously, and said bitterly: "I have already discussed this matter with the chief tribe, and Manstein said that all barbarians will not give up their homes."

Allen sighed secretly. The Pope had expected that Manstein and the Great Chief tribe would not agree to abandon the Great Wasteland. After all, the Wildlands are the homeland of the barbarians, and it seems that the battle situation on the front line is indeed not optimistic. Not counting 10 ethnic soldiers want to retreat to the southern parish.

Hatchas continued to block Allen: "Chief Bloodhoof, before you came, we were discussing with the Grand Duke Clare about the end of the second army."

Seeing that Allen was about to get angry, Orpheus bent down and whispered a few words in the ear of the Grand Pope, the Grand Pope showed a smile, and said lightly: "So I decided, in order to buy time for others, Lie Yan The Dragonrider Legion will be cut off from the second frontier army together, what do you think, Chief Bloodhoof?"

(End of this chapter)