"Bang!"

Looking at the minotaur in front of him, the warriors of the tiger clan thought that they could cut off the opponent's weapon with one knife as before, and then cut off the opponent's head with one sword......

A sledgehammer smashed into his head, and the moment he lost consciousness, he didn't understand what was going on, but he saw a grinning bull's head.

In a blink of an eye, all the Tiger Clans who rushed to the front were smashed in the head, and the Tiger Clan in the back could only see their comrades falling, but the war had already started, and they couldn't think so much.

Before, the Tiger army relied on the advantages of equipment to slaughter the minotaurs like chopping melons and vegetables.

This time it was completely reversed, and the minotaur relied on the advantage of weapons to slaughter the warriors of the Tiger Clan.

Abu also rushed out with Li Badao, Fang Bai didn't know when he went out, and after resting in the wooden house for a while, he felt more comfortable than ever.

After eating a little barbecue casually, after serving it with some boiled water, Fang Bai only felt that his body was a little lazy.

......

This war did not last long, because the minotaurs on the Wild Bull Plains ...... It's too much, dozens of times more people and horses brought by the maniac, but he never thought that with the sun rising today, these minotaurs would actually change into good weapons.

And these elites brought by themselves are under the siege of countless minotaurs......

Looking at the few thousand people left around him, he felt a little bitter in his mouth.

The plain was endless, and the crazy white tiger had long been a little exhausted, and finally fell, and with his defeat, the minotaur behind him persevered for several days, these days, he lived a life that was worse than death, and he never thought that he would be defeated.

......

Looking at the countless corpses on the Barbarian Plain, Abu and Li Badao stood on the city wall with tears in their eyes.

In this battle, nearly 200,000 minotaurs were sacrificed, but countless tiger armies who came to attack were left behind.

It took nearly a day for the Minotaur to clean up the entire battlefield.

When everything was done, it was already dark, everyone was tired for a day, Fang Bai didn't rush everyone, and ordered everyone to have a good rest for a day and hold another meeting tomorrow morning.

At eight o'clock the next morning, all the Minotaur elders and prophets gathered in the conference hall and began to hold a meeting.

Once everyone was there, the meeting officially began.

Fang Bai said lightly: "I'm glad that you can listen to me, the Minotaur can survive, this is inseparable from everyone's efforts, but ......"

"But what?" asked the bandaged manshi.

"Soon the Minotaur will face an even bigger war!" Fang Bai said, "Although we have survived this time, we ...... At the same time, it also means one thing, the Minotaur and the Tiger Race will completely tear their faces, and in the near future, the Tiger Race will organize an even larger army......"

Fang Bai's words made these people silent, their simple minds only thought about the victory of this war, and did not think about what happened next.

Closing his eyes, Fang Bai said again: "So, it's time for you to make a new decision!"

"What decision?" said the Alpha Prophet in a deep voice.

"Is it passively beaten, or is it active!" Fang Bai said.

"What do you mean!" the brute stone wondered.

"The meaning is not simple, either you wait for others to come to the door and then come to beat you, or start organizing the army to kill you now!" explained Hu Yan on the side.

Nonsense?

Talking nonsense about his father?

Why is he here?

"If the old man was you, he would have killed him a long time ago! What is there to be afraid of in the Tiger Clan!" Ouyang Zi on the side shook his head and said.

Ouyang Zi?

Great Elder of the Divine Fire Sect!

Fang Bai stretched out his hand and waved and said, "You can actually go out and ask the opinions of other clansmen outside, you can all go out and ask, if you don't want to, let's take it as a one-time deal......

......

At the same time as the war ended, the minotaurs who went to the battlefield brought back everything that could be moved back from the battlefield, and buried the bodies of their companions on the spot, as has been the case for thousands of years, where they died, they were buried.

And the corpse of the Tiger People ...... Not...... I heard from the people of the trading houses brought back by the foreign prophets that they could all be exchanged for money.

There are also Tiger mounts, armor, weapons, and more.

Anyway, the minotaur doesn't know what else he can't exchange for money, so he just needs to bring it all back.

"Is this your trophy?"

A chubby merchant from the Hu Clan Firm frowned and asked as he looked at the large pile of things beside Manba.

"Hmm...... It's all mine!" The brute touched his head and laughed.

"Two tiger corpses, a broken perfect-grade armor, I'll take a look at it later......" The merchant carefully liquidated the spoils of the barbarian: "Yes, this white tiger's corpse is still complete, is it feasible to use it for one million Holy Spirit Coins?"

"One...... A million?" Barbarian opened his mouth in surprise, "My mother, I've never heard of so much money in my life!"

"You've lent us a perfect-grade weapon, and if you're willing, you'll have all the loot to cover the cost of buying that weapon, and you'll have about thirteen thousand Spirit Coins left, would you like to?" the merchant asked.

"I ...... Can I buy that sledgehammer?" asked with drooling water, and then nodded his head frantically: "Yes, yes, I do!"

"This is your money, you can go to the teleportation array and find someone to buy something else, I won't bother you!" The merchant handed the barbarian a paper ticket that looked like a check, and an IOU for the barbarian to lease the weapon.

The barbarian never thought that after this war, in addition to getting a weapon for nothing, he could also buy a lot of good things.

Manba only felt that his head was a little dizzy, and after taking this paper coupon and buying countless grains from the merchants of the teleportation array, Manba returned to his home with his sledgehammer.

Seeing that the barbarians exchanged their loot for so many good things, the surrounding minotaurs suddenly turned red, and they began to urge the merchants to exchange their loot for the paper coupons that could buy things......

Almost every Minotaur brought back some 'trophies', at first they didn't know what the 'loot' was for, and when they bought a lot of things, these Minotaurs only lamented that they hadn't killed enough tigers, and not enough 'loot' they had brought back.

As the 'spoils' have become money to buy things, a disease called 'poverty' has quietly infected this group of ignorant but incomparably kind minotaurs.