Lord Roar

Chapter 437 Hob Knife Meat and Hob Knife Meat

In his last life, Allen didn't like to reason with others.

Because no matter when he was in the army or in the Blackwater Security Company abroad, fists are the truth, and whoever has a hard fist is the last word.

In this life, Allen still doesn't like to reason with others.

Because whether it is in the Great Wasteland or now deep into the south of the mainland, what he said is already the last word, and it is impossible to draw Black Jack out just by reasoning.

Allen firmly believes that Black Jack, since he is the famous Ice King of the Demon Race, will never let Sadido and a group of regular soldiers intercept him.

Besides, all fools know that they can't stop it at all, let alone stop it.

On the continent of St. Cassius, there is no justice, let alone reason.

The way to survive is to copy the guy who doesn't agree with one word.

The more enemies you lay down, the more people will gradually respect you.

This is also a survival philosophy that Allen only comprehended some time ago.

Allen accompanied Janna back to Sadido this time for two things.

One is for the restoration of Princess Janna and Prince Scott.

One is to lure Black Jack, so that the Great Pope, the handsome old man and others will join forces to destroy him.

But whether it is Allen or a group of tribal fighters, they don't have much fighting spirit at all.

Of course, except for the war madman Brad.

When this guy was in Dragon City, he couldn't find an opponent to fight with, so he kicked a few guinea fowls to pass the time all day long.

In just over half a year, Allen led the tribal fighters, and the opponents he faced were not ordinary people.

Incomparably powerful barbarian elite fighters, heathen crusade legions with top-ranked conventional armed forces, Beamon orcs, sword masters and dragons, and the holy mountain of the big boss of the human race, etc.

A person who always eats delicacies and delicacies, and suddenly one day let him eat simple food, he will not gobble it up at all.

This is called Yang Diao's mouth.

A fighting group is fighting with people who are several times larger than itself, or the famous extreme powerhouses in the mainland. When one day, this fighting group is suddenly asked to fight a bunch of weak chickens, they will not fight. What a spirit.

This is called raising hands.

Without the little old man Fan Di's warning, Allen also understands what the word "cautious" means.

Don't say he understands, the tribal fighters also understand.

But facing a group of family private troops, they just couldn't raise much fighting spirit.

Therefore, the gang of tribal fighters who had raised their hands still sat on the ground, no matter whether it was a long weapon or a short weapon, they were still placed on the ground on both sides of them.

Then he yawned, took out his crossbow, replaced it with ordinary iron crossbow bolts, and casually fired at close range.

The positions they aimed at were all the knees of these family private soldiers. It was not fatal, but it could incapacitate the opponent.

Casual, because they did not take these family private soldiers seriously.

The shooting part is not a critical position, because they don't bother to bully these weak chickens.

The two senior magicians standing on the top of the city ran away before finishing the spell.

Because hundreds of family private soldiers have all lay on the ground with their knees hugged.

Among these private troops, the leading burly man received two arrows in his knee, one in each of his left and right legs, because of his coquettish appearance.

This big guy in the lead was not careless, let alone underestimated the enemy.

As a Tier [-] Dou Qi fighter, he aroused his body protecting Dou Qi before the battle.

Among his subordinates, there is no lack of fighting spirit fighters of the first and second ranks. Even ordinary soldiers, they still have good martial arts skills and wear armor.

And they also saw the portable crossbows slung around the waists of these barbarians.

It's a pity that they still don't know the direct lineage of these thugs.

The chief equipment designers of the Bloodhoof Tribe are the little old man Fan Di, De Niro and the wild dwarf elder Migard.

These three old men, colleagues who were designing equipment, divided potential enemies into three types.

The incomparably powerful Behemoth main battle race, elemental users above mages, and extreme powerhouses.

Therefore, the crossbow arrows they designed are also divided into three types.

They are ordinary iron crossbow bolts, magic-breaking crossbow bolts, and magic-breaking armor-breaking crossbow bolts.

The first type of iron crossbow is specially aimed at Beamon's invulnerable and invulnerable main battle races, including Bear Bears, Olephant Elephant Warriors, Liger Guards, etc.

As long as he hits the vital point, he will surely die.

The second type of magic-breaking crossbow, although it is made of wood, is engraved with magic runes, which are specially aimed at the shield of the magician.

It's not that the Bloodhoof Tribe used wooden crossbows because they didn't have spare steel.

Rather, most magicians are weak, and the only means of defense is elemental shields.

As long as the elemental shield is pierced, let alone shooting him with a wooden crossbow, even if you give him a big mouth, he will easily have a cerebral hemorrhage.

The third type of magic-breaking and armor-breaking crossbow bolts is also the most precious and complicated to make.

To make this kind of crossbow, not only rare metals from different spaces are used, but also dragon blood is soaked, magic runes are engraved, and various pedigree magics are injected.

Moreover, among the three equipment designers, there were only two imaginary enemies at the time, one was Pope Monrosa, and the other was St. Albert of the Space Department.

To be honest, using the first type of iron crossbow arrows is already a high-standard treatment for this family private army.

A group of family private soldiers did not expect that the other party, as a barbarian, would actually play with a crossbow!

I originally thought that these barbarians were mercenaries, and they were wearing ordinary light armor with little protection. With the assistance of two magicians, defeating the opponent was not easy.

It's a pity that since they took an arrow in the knee, they don't think so now.

The leader of this group of private troops, seeing that all his subordinates fell to the ground with heavy arrows, cried out in pain: "Armor-piercing crossbow from the Bucks Federation?"

Not only he thought so, but also a group of private soldiers who got shot in the knee thought so too.

Because only the Bucks Federation produced crossbows with great lethality, the crossbows that could pierce leggings and fighting spirit, and in the southern hinterland of the mainland, this was the only one that had no semicolon.

"What kind of armor-piercing crossbows, it's inexplicable." Allen walked over and asked: "How many defenders are there in Fenghuo City, why did you see hundreds of people gathering outside the city and no soldiers came out?"

The leader of the private army lying on the ground looked blank: "It's not Liannu? Then who are you, why did you come to Fenghuo Town, and why did you hurt my eldest son."

"So much nonsense!" Allen stepped on the opponent's knee.

Babylon the Great grabbed the young man who had fainted from the pain, and said impatiently: "Chief, why don't you just rush in, Princess Janna is not in a hurry, let's be in a hurry."

After hearing the words of Babylon the Great, the leader of the private army with a painful face showed a dazed expression.

A barbarian, a standard crossbow with huge lethality, a human chief, Princess Janna?
"You...are you the Bloodhoof Tribe?" The leader's eyes widened, with a terrified expression on his face.

"Huh? Didn't we have a registration number just now?" Allen was a little speechless, and the fight was over, but he still didn't know who the other party was. This group of family private soldiers is really good enough.

"Bloodhoof Tribe? Why did the Bloodhoof Tribe go to Fenghuo Town?" The leader recovered from the shock, and said with a constipated face, "And why did you hurt the eldest son of the Feller family?"

Allen didn't bother to talk to him, but Janna's expression moved slightly behind him and said: "The Feller family almost controls the Republic of Kenneck, and has a close relationship with the Lothar royal family. A few days ago, they followed the Wind of the Wild Hunt to protect the luggage. It is the private army of the Feller family!"

"Oh!" Allen was a little absent-minded, and he arrived at the capital of Sadido after another day's journey, but Black Jack still didn't show up.

Jana gave Alan a blank look, and said coquettishly: "Alan, did you listen to me? The Feller family is not an ordinary family. Not to mention the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years, the current head of the Kennick family is also Kennick. Big boss."

Allen found that since the kiss with Janna just now, this little girl has become more and more feminine, not only winking, but also coquettish, just about to speak, but was interrupted by two dragons.

Brad and Ruin asked in unison: "How much wealth?"

Janna rolled her eyes again speechlessly, she really belonged to the dragon clan, and she had an unimaginable sensitivity and persistence towards gold coins and treasures.

"The Feller family, if you can get along well, don't offend easily, Alan, I said so much just now, did you hear me?"

"Well, of course, of course I heard it." Allen replied absently.

"Then you have nothing to say?" Janna was silent. Could it be that Allen is really a bastard, and he will offend people wherever he goes, and it's not just ordinary people.

"Yes." Alan frowned and asked, "How much wealth has the Feller family accumulated?"

Brad nodded secretly, he really deserves to be a descendant of the Tianlong family, and he wants to be with me.

In the eyes of the Dragon Clan, all the gold coins in the world should belong to them.

It's not because of how much you can spend, or because you have a special sense of accomplishment when you accumulate it.

Janna is about to collapse, it's not the same thing at all.

Allen looked at the leader of the private army and asked, "Is your eldest son the eldest son of Lord Kenny's family?"

After knowing that the other party was really the Bloodhoof Tribe, and that the man in front of him was the legendary Son of Chaos, the leader of the private army was completely honest, not to mention threats, he almost knew everything.

It turned out that this blind young man was not a direct relative of Kennick's main family, but just a descendant of a side branch.

Even so, in Fenghuo Town, it can almost be said that calling the wind and calling the rain is omnipotent.

But when it’s time to admit it, you should admit it. When you met the Bloodhoof tribe, the leader of the private army said: "If you want to kill, you can cut it casually. Anyway, we will not fight back, and the private army in the city will not attack you. What do you want? land."

Allen is also happy, another hob meat.

If this guy was so sensible earlier, why bother to force himself to be rough.

"Great Babylon, break the limbs of that blind young man, let the rest go, let's enter the city!"

"Oh." The big Babylon was laid flat on the ground by the fainted young master, he raised his big feet and started to attack!
(End of this chapter)