As the chief of the Ironhoof tribe and the interim patriarch of the Centaur clan, Ville Larent occasionally regrets some of the decisions he made.

But what he can be sure of is that even if all the regrets in the past are added up, there is definitely not as much regret as there is now.

"What the hell are those scouting fighters up to! What do you mean by domestication...... Isn't this all already in real combat! He swung his tomahawk and slashed a circle of goblins into the circle, roaring in a deep voice.

From where he was, he could see not far away, like a tank, the rhinoceros were slowly advancing with crushing and trampling to slag regardless of whether they were friends or foes, tearing out many holes in the battle line that the centaur warriors had struggled to support, causing a massive influx of goblins, and the entire phalanx began to become chaotic, and the casualties also increased rapidly.

If this continues, the centaur warriors who attacked this time will be wiped out.

If you keep the agreement with that human and stay for the time being, and conduct a comprehensive reconnaissance of the goblins, this situation can obviously be avoided.

Although his heart was full of remorse, this negative emotion did not affect Ville Larente's judgment.

"Retreat! Don't keep fighting! All retreat! ”

He tore open his throat and roared, and at the same time, with the help of the power given to him by his spell-like ability, he rushed to the side of a nearby rhinoceros in an instant, and the battle axe, which was already covered with rust and blood, slashed into the gap between the opponent's necks without armor protection, and suddenly the stinky blood seemed to be pumped up by a high-pressure water pump. Splattering from the wound, the rhinoceros neighed in pathos, stumbling and falling to the ground in the run, crashing over a group of goblins that were about to chase the centaur.

The rhinoceros is covered in armor and thick skin, except for a flaw in the neck. Regardless of the inconsistency of the narrow area itself, even without armor protection, the thick skin and fat made it feel like a wooden stick on a car tire.

The entire centaur clan is capable of killing a rhinoceros with a single blow, just like Veil Larente did. There will be no more than five.

At present, there are more than 100 rhinoceros on the battlefield. Coupled with the formation of goblins and centaurs beginning to collapse, the assistance of high-level combat forces is like a drop in the bucket, and it is difficult to continue.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can escape the battlefield. With the speed of the rhinocorn. It doesn't threaten us yet. ”

Veil Larente shouted. Cheer up your own people.

I don't know if this sentence played a role, the centaurs seemed to retreat a little faster, and it seemed that it would only take a little more to completely break away from the goblin entanglement. Leave here and go back to the tribe.

Even so, looking at the much sparser group of centaurs compared to just before the battle, the remorse in Willarent's heart was even stronger.

At this moment, Willlarente suddenly noticed several dark shadows passing over the grass, and a sense of foreboding suddenly struck his heart.

"Watch out for the air!"

As soon as the warning was issued, a Centaur who was caught off guard had already suffered.

Huge shadows of scales fell from the sky, dragging the centaurs who had not reacted in time directly into the sky. It wasn't long before the severed limbs and internal organs fell from the sky like rain, and one can imagine what kind of treatment the centaurs suffered when they were dragged into the sky.

"It's a deer butterfly hunt!" A few centaur hunters who knew everything about the creatures of the steppe immediately cried out.

Deer hunting butterflies, giant flying insects, carnivorous butterfly species, with an adult wingspan of nearly eight meters, is the fifth largest butterfly recorded by humans, and the crusade level is 12.

Although the creature is a butterfly, unlike its vegetarian relatives, it has six sharp claws on its abdomen that can easily disembowel a person, and a basketball-sized head with spikes that can pierce into the skull of its prey and suck the brain.

In its juvenile years, the deer butterfly is a flesh-colored caterpillar the size of a hound, which lacks sufficient self-defense ability and hides underground all year round, waiting until a prey approaches to swallow it.

It is worth mentioning that the deer hunting butterfly was rumored to be able to aphrodisiac when it was young, and when it became an adult, its scale powder was an expensive alchemy and potion material, so it was once hunted by magicians in the eastern plains and almost extinct......

However, in the new green grassland, due to the lack of natural predators, these carnivorous insects still maintain a large population.

"Be careful!" "Shoot, shoot!" "Those monsters have something on their backs!" "It's a goblin! Goblins ride on deer butterflies! ”

A jumble of shouts rang out among the centaurs, leaving Vill Ralent to barely grasp the situation.

It seems that this time the goblins tamed not only the rhinoceros, but even one of the overlords of the new green steppe sky has become the minions of these small and ugly monsters.

"The guy in charge of the investigation should be arrested and castrated!"

Watching his compatriots being dragged away one by one by the monsters flying in the sky, Will Larente said through gritted teeth.

If the rhinoceros were accidental, having only finished training before they attacked, then these deer butterflies had clearly become the straw that crushed the centaur clan.

The only way for the centaurs to stop these dancing foes is to use their brains to slash them to death the moment they swoop down.

However, the speed at which the centaurs could travel was bound to be greatly affected, and they had to keep an eye on the sky in order to be aware of when the enemy would swoop down, making running at full speed a luxury.

And if the centaurs' proud speed slows down, they will inevitably become bait for the rhinoceros goblin knights hanging behind them.

What could happen for Lang? Veil Larente was a little dazed.

The current situation is that the centaur clan seems to have fallen into a dead end, and this dead end is still he led his own people to jump down.

What should I do now? What will happen to the centaurs after this battle? No, what is it like to get out of this situation now?

If all these young adults die here, they will definitely not be able to survive on this grassland that has been turned upside down by relying only on the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the camp.

In this case, is the centaur clan that has been inherited for thousands of years about to be destroyed here?

The surroundings suddenly darkened, and looking at the deer hunting butterfly that pounced on him, Veil Larente, who was in endless self-blame and pain, even forgot to dodge, and just watched the other party's claws grab at him...... (To be continued......)

PS: There is (should) be one more chapter after that...... Please don't get your hopes up......