The chief of this tribe is a very burly minotaur, covered in black, nearly four meters tall, with muscles bulging like a small mountain of meat, which looks even larger than the average green titan....

The Minotaurs are a well-known muscular race, and the mage class is rarely born in the tribe, and like the Gnolls, the strongest warriors are usually the leaders.

"The name is a bit frustrated...... But it's supposed to be a big tribe......" The herdsman recalls the battle: "Their mounts are very high-end, they are well-armed, and they are high-level beast ....."

Hearing this, the chief groaned and looked at an old bull head next to him, the old bull head was obviously much thinner, and the skeleton didn't look big, obviously even when he was young, he was not a strong warrior, but from the perspective of his seat, his status was not low, almost below the chieftain alone.

The other minotaur warriors sitting next to him didn't seem to have any opinion on this, because the old man was the leader of the witch doctor in their tribe, and it was very rare for the minotaur to have a doctor, and often one of them was raised as a treasure.

The old bull squinted his eyes and said in an old voice, "Can you see their features?" What does it look like? You said that it was the cavalry who spoke to you, so what is the mount? How many people came? What is the number of cavalry in the rear? ”

"This ......" the herdsman was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head in shame: "At that time.... Because there were children, I was scared, so I didn't dare to look behind, as for the appearance of the cavalry, he was fully armored, and he was wearing a helmet, I could only tell from the size that he was a high-level beast, and the others were ....."

"Heavy armor?" The old bull head frowned slightly, the scale of the tribe that can create the kind of full armor is not small, at least the clan must have a fire totem shaman, like the centaur clan next door, although it has two iron mines, but because there is no shaman, it can only build some inferior weapons....

"Where's the mount?"

"I haven't seen ....." The herdsman buried his head even lower when he heard this: "It's a terrible thing, it feels more stressful than the evil lion of the grassland, and I didn't dare to look .....at it when I was protecting the child."

"Coward!" When the chief heard this, two white breaths suddenly came out of his nostrils, and he looked at the herdsman with an unkind expression.

The herdsman lowered his head, his face even more ashamed.

"Alright..... That's it, you go down....." The old bull head on the side looked very gentle, and let the other party retreat before the chief got angry.

The herdsman was relieved when he heard this, and quickly nodded: "Yes!" ”

The old bull head sighed slightly, he was actually very dissatisfied with such vague information given by the other party, but he could also understand it, after all, their Black Hoof clan had settled here for more than a hundred years, and this was the first time that the big tribe had blocked the door!

I have to say that the first generation of old chiefs has a good vision, and chose an excellent place for the tribe to settle down, the scale of this grassland is not very large, but the quality is good, even if there is no shaman, it is enough for them to survive with a cow head clan of 10,000 people.

And the location is very good, the continuous place has always been very desolate, few tribes will pass by here, and even if they pass by, they will rarely pay attention to them.

After all, it is very thankless to move a Minotaur tribe of 10,000 people in such a place so far away from the main grassland....

As a result, some large tribes did not plan to do anything to them even if they passed by occasionally, and some small tribes wanted to grab territory from tribes like them formed by pure minotaurs....

The only trouble is the centaur next door, every once in a while they will have a crooked mind about this meadow, and from time to time they will try to harass them, but every time they will be taught a hard lesson!

Truth be told, even the old witch doctor himself thought that his tribe would settle down here forever..... It wasn't until more than half a year ago that the centaurs next door heard that they had been taken by a group of wandering tribes, and they began to be vigilant.

In the past six months, they have been actively preparing for arms, but they didn't expect that the robbers didn't come, and it would be a big tribe who came to knock on the door first....

"A bunch of rubbish!" The chief said hatefully: "Uncle Luda, call the Shang clansmen, let's teach those outsiders a lesson of hatred!" ”

"Slow ......down," the old witch doctor hurriedly stopped: "If it's really a big tribe, a rash war would be a disaster for the extermination!" ”

"What kind of big tribe can this ghost name be? And..... If you don't fight, do you still have to surrender? The chief frowned.

Hearing this, the old witch doctor looked at the newly appointed chieftain and sighed slightly, this guy has his father's bravery, but he still lacks something.....

"Chieftain, we still have to figure out the situation before we talk ....." The old bull head said earnestly: "If the other party is really a big tribe with a background, in fact, it is not a bad thing to surrender them, a good tribe has a deep cultural heritage, with excellent shamans and witch doctors, which can let our children eat higher food, and can also make the tribesmen suffer less from many diseases, and the warriors in the big tribe have more advanced forging methods, which will be rewarded to the brave warriors, if you can fight for some combat exploits, Bringing those methods back to our clan will make our race stronger! ”

Listening to a few of the older generation of bull-headed warriors here, although the grassland they are guarding now can make the clansmen starve to death, but they are not doing well, most of the clansmen can only eat milk skins, and only a small number of excellent warriors have meat treatment, but even those few people, the quality of meat is not very good.

The training methods in the clan are all obtained by the former patriarch who has served in a gray wolf clan for most of his life, which is very superficial, so that the clan has not given birth to a silver-level warrior for a hundred years.

This also makes many high-spirited young people in the clan unwilling to stay in the clan, and many outstanding seedlings in adulthood choose to wander and go to the grassland to have an opportunity.... But alas... For so many years, none of them have been able to come back....

"So many benefits, huh? That.... What are you waiting for? Let's hurry up? As soon as he heard that there was still a chance to obtain the advanced forging method, the chief immediately changed his attitude towards the main battle just now, and said with an excited face.

"I'm ....." Several old soldiers covered their faces and turned their heads, if it weren't for the two stunned chiefs, they might not be able to help but go up and pat his head off, wanting to see if it was all grass....

But it can't be helped, who called this guy in their family the best to fight? Although this guy is a little stupid, his strength is still there, and he is the most likely Minotaur in the clan to enter the threshold of silver warriors in a hundred years!

Looking at the stupid chieftain, the old witch doctor also covered his head, but still said patiently: "It is not a trivial matter to join the big tribe, because it means that the young warriors of our tribe will be recruited by the other party for war, if we take refuge in a tribe that looks large but is actually a rabble, it will be a devastating blow to us." ”

"That's not fighting, it's not falling, what the hell is going to do?" The chief was suddenly depressed!

Minotaurs: "........"

"Let's tell the sons and daughters to prepare first!" The old witch doctor shook his head, gave up continuing to explain, and directly took over the command: "Wag, you go and organize, gather all the warriors, equip our best weapons, and take out the battle!" ”

"Uh.... Do you still have to fight? The chief was dumbfounded.

"It doesn't have to be ..... to fight" Lao Niu said: "Whether we want to fight or surrender, we must at least show our strength, even if we want to surrender later, show enough strength, and then it is better to ask for more conditions after surrendering!" ”

"Oh, I see....." The chief looked suddenly enlightened!

Lao Niu looked at his chief, and he didn't know if the other party really understood or had other inexplicable understanding, but he was slightly relieved that he didn't raise any objections at this time.

Then he stood up and said in a straight voice: "Let's go, let's go and see who this little cabbage tribe is, and how it is that it has come so far to recruit An....."

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