"It hurts, it hurts! My legs ......"

Hernu wanted to scream that the leg I had just dislocated might be broken, but the thought that I had been captured and that no one else could know about it, held back the words.

"Humph! Useless things, your father's face has made you lose everything! ”

When Kromza saw Hernu like this, he actually dispelled the doubts in his heart, and did not forget to say a few words to him.

"It's not impossible to ask me to help you find your father's whereabouts, but I will help you if you prove that you are useful to me."

Hernu looked up at Kromza, waiting for him to offer a condition.

"Tomorrow you follow me to the battlefield and launch a general attack on the tribal camp, your task is to plant the military flag outside the tent in the middle of the tribal camp, can you do it?"

Kromza gave Hernu a seemingly simple, but dangerous, task.

You know, the warlike clans all take their totem military flags very seriously, and if other races want to plant flags on their own territory, it is simply an insult to the entire clan.

Generally, the soldiers who are responsible for carrying the flag will become the target of the opponent's priority killing, and because of this, it is generally the strong warriors who can accept the flag planting task.

However, the powerful warrior seems to have nothing to do with Hernu, and his only identity related to the regularity of combat is that of a military doctor with the army......

"I'm going to the tribe's camp and planting the flag there?"

Hernu couldn't believe his ears that Kromza would give him such an almost impossible task.

"What's there to worry about?! You can wait until we kill all the soldiers of the tribe before you intervene, and you will complete the mission. ”

Kromza smiled crookedly, but he actually had other plans in his heart.

"Kill them all?! Is this necessary? ”

Hernu heard something even more incredulous, Kromza actually said that he would kill all the people of the tribe, which made him very entangled.

"Come in, take him to a tent to rest in, to nourish his legs, he may need it tomorrow!"

Kromza called the guards outside the tent in and told them to take Hernu to rest, and the guards set up Hernu on the left and right and walked out.

"When did this little guy be so bold and dare to run out to find his father alone?!"

The Centaur Overseer looked at the table he had smashed through, rubbing his chin in thought.

Although Kromza is short-tempered and likes to solve problems with his fists, it does not mean that he is a reckless man, at least he has learned a lot from Helmza.

In terms of single-round combat IQ, he is not much lower than Helmza, and sometimes even uses some strategies that are despised by his brother to achieve his goals.

Hernu was taken to a tent by two centaur warriors, but instead of leaving, they stood outside and stood guard.

It was not so much a guard as a surveillance, and Hernu was under house arrest, and it was impossible to release him until he launched an attack on the Horde tomorrow, at least.

"It seems that Kromza is bent on going his own way, I have to find a way to escape and report to the big orcs and the little trolls, or there will be heavy casualties on both sides."

Hernu moved his hind legs, and it seemed that it was still in pain, but it was not supposed to be broken, but it seemed to have twisted when he fell to the ground.

He took some herbs from the linen bag he had with him, put them in his mouth and chewed them, applied them to the sore areas of his hind legs, and then lay down on the ground to relax.

After about two hours, Hernu got up from the ground, crept to the entrance of the tent, and gently pulled the curtain open.

It was already dark, and the two centaur guards were standing there dozing off, but they were too close to the door for Hernu to get out.

He returned to his tent, thinking about how he could escape and tell the big orcs and the little trolls.

"You two, you actually slept while standing guard, aren't you afraid that the Overseers will find out and pursue you?"

Suddenly, an old man's voice came from outside the tent, and the two centaur guards seemed to be dumbfounded by the question, and they did not dare to say anything respectfully.

"Alright, I'm not going to tell the Overseers, but don't be lazy, if this guy runs away, it's going to be in trouble!"

The old man once again taught the centaur guards a lesson, and the two centaurs nodded their heads in succession, not daring to contradict each other.

"Stay guarded, I'll go in and have a look, but don't be lazy anymore!"

Following the sound of the tent was an old centaur man, his brown fur still shiny, very different from the average centaur warrior.

The old man has a calm temperament, and at first glance he is an elder-level figure in the clan, but why does such an existence appear in a front-line camp in a barren place?

"Mr. Kamle?!"

Hernu recognized the centaur at a glance, he was the herbalist teacher chosen by his father for himself, who had been teaching him about herbs, and was one of the elders of the Kokar clan.

"Hernu, it's really you?!"

Although Kamr is the elder of the clan, he has no power, and he is focused on studying herbs and medical skills, unlike other elders.

Because of this, he is very detached in the Kokar clan, and everyone respects him, after all, he has treated many centaurs and relieved them of many ailments.

This time, Kamr had come to the barren land with the army to collect herbs, and he had always been like this, not caring at all about conquest or anything, only interested in rare and precious medicinal herbs.

After leading the escort to the barren land for a lap on his back, he returned to the camp with several large sacks full of herbs, just in time to see the centaur escort carrying Hernu under house arrest in the tent.

Kamuel didn't immediately come to check if it was his proud student who had been arrested, but instead sorted the herbs he had brought back before leaving.

He wasn't sure at first it was Hernu who was being locked up, but when he saw his students, he was visibly shocked.

"You guy, why are you still locked up by your own uncle?"

Kamel has always been informal, he doesn't have any conflicts of interest with the other centaurs in the tribe anyway, and as an herb-obsessed guy, he really doesn't have time to pay attention to other things, such as the art of speaking!

"Teacher Kamle, I have come to find out my father's whereabouts, and I want to persuade Uncle Kromza to suspend the attack, but he told me to join the battle tomorrow and plant the flag in the tribal camp."

Hernu told his teacher everything that had happened, and of course the part where he was captured was naturally blocked!

"Oh! Of course, Kromza won't listen to you, he just wants to lead all the centaurs to complete the revival of the race, even if he does it by all means. ”

Kamr still knows Kromza well, after all, that guy has come to him to heal after fighting with others since he was a child!

"Even if he did something like that to his own brother, he didn't change his determination to lead the centaurs to conquer the entire continent!"

Hernu suddenly looked at Kamel and thought in surprise that he had misheard......