Vail Larente. Ironhoof is the chieftain of the Ironhoof tribe.

As one of the strongest centaur tribes in the New Green Grassland in this era, their Iron Hoof tribe is also responsible for dividing the territory of the Centaur tribe and maintaining the ecological balance of the New Green Grassland.

Ever since the end of the Age of Mythology, when humans and demons, as well as other humanoid forces disappeared from the New Green Meadows, the Centaurs have been passed down from generation to generation according to the rule that 'the most powerful tribe manages and protects the entire grassland'.

Even in the face of some dragons who wanted to occupy this beautiful grassland as their territory, they never flinched. As proud warriors, centaurs will not be afraid of any enemy challenge!

Even if one clan is weakened by fighting, other tribes will inherit their rights and give them protection - unlike humans, centaurs rarely have much strife with each other.

Originally Vale Larente. Ironhoof thought that he would live like this for the rest of his life, but the sudden change completely shattered their leisurely and peaceful life as a centaur.

The mutation started half a year ago.

Initially, only other centaurs spotted goblin colonies wandering around the edge of the prairie.

The centaurs are not particularly repulsive to new species, but rather take a laissez-faire attitude.

Subsequently, the grasslands began to be destroyed and encroached.

Large quantities of edible vegetation were uprooted by the goblins and taken to their nests.

By the time other centaurs discovered this, the edges of the prairie and the devastated lands were in shambles.

Of course. There are not only centaurs on the grassland, but also some monsters with relatively large tempers, such as the steppe tooth wolf and other groups of toothed wolf species.

After the goblins made such a loud noise, the toothed wolf colony launched an attack on the goblins.

For those large, toothed wolves, goblins are little more than weak bait.

Contrary to the expectations of all the centaurs, the toothed wolves fell into the trap of the goblins, and finally they were wiped out under the overwhelming force of the goblins!

It's just that at that time, there were many centaurs who were still immersed in the glory of the past, thinking that the toothed wolf species was not strong in the first place, and there were more goblins this time, so in fact, goblins were not to worry at all.

Such a result. It's that some of the centaur colonies are starting to come into contact with goblins. Trying to drive it out of the new green steppe.

Soon, however, news came that the colonies had been annihilated by the goblins, and the remaining centaurs realized that the invading goblins seemed to be different from the weak, green-skinned creatures they had in their minds......

At this time, the centaurs were divided into two factions: the Goblin Expedition and the Detailed Scouting beforehand.

Ville Larente, who was noisy by his own compatriots, made a quick decision. Synthesis of the above observations. It was up to him to conduct a general reconnaissance. If it's okay, just go straight to the army.

However, not long after his departure, the centaur singers (the equivalent of human prophets or orc sacrifices) in the scout team told him that a strange magical reaction had suddenly appeared nearby, according to his predictions. It is likely to bring good luck to this reconnaissance.

That's why Veil Larente took a detour to the place where the magic reaction took place, and met the strange human magician.

In fact, this act did bring him some good luck.

If he hadn't gone there, but had rushed straight to the location of the goblins, it is estimated that instead of struggling to support himself, he would have gotten into the center of the encirclement and been directly wrapped in dumplings, and the whole army would have been wiped out like the previous waves of centaurs.

However, it seems that this luck was not enough to sustain him from escaping the goblins.

After swinging his tomahawk and sending the three-headed goblin flying out of the chamber like a golf, Veil Larente gasped.

His flank had been scratched by a deadly goblin, and although he then cut the goblin in two, the wound kept draining his vitality......

It won't work like this!

Although it could be seen from the shaking of the ground that the number of goblins in this direction should be the least, even if he looked at it with his eyes, there were still goblins all over the mountains as far as his eye could see, and he couldn't see a head at all.

"My compatriots!" He shouted in the language of the centaur clan: "Now we are in crisis, but this reconnaissance is still meaningful!" ”

After a pause, sweeping away a few goblins who were trying to sneak attack, Veillarente continued to shout, "Now is the time to make a decision! Singer, we will do everything in our power to send you out of the encirclement, please tell our people what is happening here, and let them not act rashly! ”

At the end of the day, his death-filled tone became sonorous, and the centaurs around him also showed expressions of death.

They are born warriors, and they are also the darlings of the steppe; Even the steppe elves are no match for them on the flat earth; They are never afraid of difficulties, and they dare to face death; They're centaurs!

"Fellow citizens, let's charge together!!"

Shouting the last slogan, the Centaur Chieftain wielded his battle axe like a berserker with a haughty expression on his face, intending to lead the way into the Goblin Sea and open a short path for his people with his own flesh and blood.

"Actually......"

However, at this moment, a voice that was subtly familiar to Will Larente sounded above their heads.

He looked up in surprise, and then saw the figure floating in mid-air.

"I think you can all salvage it."

Sivi, who calls himself an ordinary human mage, said lightly as dozens of dark red, lava-like fireballs fell from him, causing bursts of high-pitched explosions on the ground.

The Goblin Sea, which had just seemed inseparable, was cut apart like the Red Sea in front of Moses.

The Humen language of Villelarente has been passed down from generation to generation by the Ironhoof tribe, and it is said that their ancestors once stood on the same side as humans, and even some ancestors fell in love with humans, gave up their identity as clansmen, and left the Ironhoof tribe.

Although he didn't usually need it much because of the long time he had, Verlarent's Hugh language was a bit clumsy now, so he couldn't understand what Sivi meant just now, but even then he could understand the other party's behavior.

That human mage is making their way through this sea of goblins! (To be continued......)