Time always flies when it's busy. The whole month of September, all at once, passed in one fell swoop.

By October, the south is still relatively warm, but the northern part of the savannah is already noticeably colder. Every morning, there is a layer of frost on the grass blades, and the frost continues to expand, spreading throughout the grassland.

At this time, everyone can see that the weather is not right this year - it is not so cold at this time of year, and it is always in mid or even late October that there will be large-scale frost falls.

There is no doubt that this year's winter will be cold, much colder than usual!

Under these circumstances, the various tribes of the steppe began to assemble according to tradition.

Although the Great Chief of the Horse Clan, Aviyin, said that he would gather the strength of everyone to fight against the natural disaster, but the reason why the natural disaster is a natural disaster is that it cannot be resisted. Although she spoke eloquently and found a lot of helpers, in the face of a terrifying natural disaster that may not occur once in a hundred years, even those who were persuaded by her were uneasy in their hearts.

It's like bungee jumping, standing on a high bungee jumping platform, no matter how much the coach says "it's safe", most people will only tremble and dare not jump. It's not about courage, it's really the nature of life.

For all ethnic groups in the grassland, it is also their innate nature to be afraid of cold waves and white disasters.

So the atmosphere on the grassland is a little strange now, on the one hand, the high-level of all races are preparing for the magic ceremony, and on the other hand, they are arranging for the middle and high-level to prepare for war.

"Report to the Great Chief, another unit of the Lion Clan has gone out. A centaur soldier in bright armor hurried into the emerald green tent and reported to Aviin, who was sitting on a throne in the middle of the tent, "They said they were going to hunt and stock up on food. ”

Ivy snorted coldly, put down the information and paperwork in hand, and said, "Send troops to hunt, when did the lion clan become so diligent?"

She looked at the chiefs and elders sitting in the tent and asked, "Have you ever seen the lion clan so diligent?"

"I haven't seen it. ”

"I've never heard of it. ”

"When the lion people are short of food, don't they always use looting to solve the problem?, they also hunt?" said a young chieftain even more disdainfully, "This can only be a lie!"

"It seems that they still have no intention of giving up the war after all!" sighed an elder whose mane was already half bald, and the rest were all white and curled up, "The lion and tiger clans are the leaders of the carnivorous clans, and the tiger clan has made it clear that they will never give up preparing for war, and now the lion clan is the same...... I'm afraid that this battle will start after all!"

"If they want to fight, let them fight!" said the young chief from before, "Anyway, this time, don't expect us to help them!"

"yes!"

"That's right!"

"In the past, it was our tribe that used to be cannon fodder for them every time, and now it's their turn to fight hard!"

"Haha, I'd like to see how many people they are willing to fill in!"

The elders and chiefs immediately laughed gloatingly, but there was also a deep resentment in the laughter.

In every white plague in the past, all the tribes of the grassland formed a coalition army to go out to loot, and the lion and tiger and other tribes relied on their advantages, so that the relatively weak tribes were either responsible for logistics or took the lead in attacking the city. Although the logistics were safe, they did not have much merit, and in the end they did not share much of the spoils; although the merit of taking the lead in attacking the city was great, it was extremely dangerous, and I don't know how many people would die in a battle.

As for themselves, of course, they sat firmly in the tent of the central army, and waited until the siege battle came to an end and the defenders were exhausted before they suddenly attacked. Not only is the loss small, but it will also take the credit for breaking the city, and the ability to pick fruits can be described as perfect. If they were born in China, they would have spoken a common language with many sports officials, and perhaps it was not Gou Guan who was cultivated and reused by their superiors, but Lion or Tiger Officials.

In contrast, the bear clan, which is also one of the top three clans, is not good at playing this trick. What they like is to take a group of vassals, everyone drinks first, and when they are half drunk, they shout slogans that they don't even understand, and charge desperately towards the enemy's position, completely putting life and death on the line.

Is it so fierce? Of course it's fierce!

Therefore, the population of the bear clan has not been able to rise, even if it has a good reputation among the weak tribes and has more supporters, it can only be the last seat among the three strong clans.

Centaurs, or horses, have mostly served as stormtroopers during past invasions. They are not suitable for climbing stairs to siege cities, but they are suitable for charging into battle. So whenever they are fighting in the field, the horses are responsible for storming the enemy's positions.

Rushing into the well-prepared infantry position, the damage is so great that it is chilling to think about. But the horse clan had no choice, and they could only bear it silently because of the lack of high-end force.

If you want food? If you want food, you will exchange human lives! What? You can eat grass so you don't need food? If you refuse to fight, you will be treated as someone else's food!

But now it's different! With Big Chief Ivil and the support of the Inhuman organization behind her, the Horse Clan is now full of confidence and won't buy anyone's account!

We are not scarce of grain, we can eat grass.

Alas, don't go, don't you have to say something else? Don't go, there's a kind of finishing the talk!

Conversations like this have happened more than once in this time. Especially after the gathering of the various tribes, the horse tribe meets the lion and tiger clans, even if it is fine, they have to get together, turn seventeen or eighteen turns, and turn the words here.

These few words condensed their long-standing resentment, according to those horse clan masters, every time they mocked like this, they felt comfortable and energetic, and when they came back, they could eat two more bales of grass, and even have a good dream when they slept.

Of course, the Great Chief Avrine knew what the people were doing. But instead of stopping this kind of contradictory behavior, she encouraged and even instigated the tribesmen to make persistent efforts and ridicule them to their heart's content.

She even clearly declared: "Scold! Scold as you like! If they want to fight, it's the same, just beat! If you can't beat someone back, you can beat again! You can't beat the chiefs and elders, and the chiefs and elders can't beat me personally! Until you win the battle!"

This kind of lawlessness is certainly unpleasant, but the Horse Clan only provokes the Lion and Tiger and other tribes, and is quite friendly to the other races. Naturally, the other ethnic groups would not get involved in it, and would be happy to watch the jokes on the sidelines. Sometimes, they even echo the horses and laugh at the powerful races that are already high above.

It's not just the horses who resent those strong clans.

Naturally, Ai Weiyin did these things not just to make her people angry. More importantly, she is preparing to compete for the Great Khan of the Steppe, for the throne in the Great Golden Tent that has been empty for hundreds of years.

Taking advantage of the present moment, it is good to fight the momentum of the lion tiger and other strong clans, which will help establish her prestige and prepare for the future.

For this reason, in the past half a month, the horse clan has fought more than a dozen times, almost once a day. And Nicholas Ivy, the Grand Chief of the Equine Clan, has a reputation for being fierce and aggressive, and invincible......

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