At dusk, the green grass is illuminated by the red glow, as if the grassland is covered with a red veil, the eagle soars in the sky, the huge Kodo beast is galloping in the grassland, and the sound of the knocking sound seems to be stepped on the heart, with the heavy drum music and ancient war songs struck by the minotaurs, it sets off a vastness that belongs to the grassland land.

Sitting on the Kodomon, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you, and listening to the rich voice of the minotaur, it seems to be admiring a sound picture.

As the Kodomon slowly stopped and the minotaur drumbeat stopped, Horn said in a hospitable voice, "Adventurers from afar, welcome to the Bloodhoof Tribe. “

Dia jumped off Kodomon's back and looked at the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The whole tribe was surrounded by a stocky fence, and at the door stood two terrifying totems more than three meters high, like the shape of an eagle's wings, and the tents they lived in were like trapezoids with a shaved spire, sewn with unknown leather, the small ones could accommodate three or four people, and the large ones could accommodate a dozen or so strong men with minotaurs.

Led by Horn, with excitement and curiosity, Dia entered the tribe along the stone path, which was the first time he had entered the "living village" in another world.

Seeing that there were guests coming here, one spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and almost the entire tribe of minotaurs ran out to watch.

A minotaur child asked, "Mom, is that human?"

"Silly boy, that's an elf. “

Nearby minotaurs whispered.

"Why did Horn bring humans back?"

"And there are human children. ”

"It's strange to have scaly horses. ”

“......”

In the face of so many minotaurs, Avna was a little panicked, and she couldn't care about the blood stains on Hubbert's body, so she leaned on him in fear.

Dia looked around excitedly, and even said hello to a little minotaur guy.

Horn's face sank, and he shouted: "Don't hurry back to the nest to make calves, what do you want to see here!"

"They are the honored guests of the Bloodhoof Tribe, whoever dares to gather around here to see it again, hurry up and clean up the Kodo beast feces for me!"

The minotaur suddenly dispersed, and went home with his wife and children, while some naughty calves secretly poked their heads out and observed them curiously, of course, this must not escape Horn's eyes, in the face of these little ghosts, his eyes glared, and the frightened calves quickly retracted their heads, a little bold, and did not forget to make a grimace.

Follow Horn all the way to the center of the tribe, here is a large square, there is a huge bonfire stand in the middle of the square, it should be a place for banquets, and further ahead, what catches in front of you is a very grand dark brown tent, the size of five small buildings, the surface of the tent is carved with magic patterns, Dia can see that this is a stabilisation rune, it seems to be carved to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

A strong, one-eyed minotaur warrior stood guard at the tent door, waiting for them, apparently prepared.

Seeing him, Horn stepped forward with a bear hug and laughed and explained to everyone, "This is Bethorne, the shaman's bodyguard, and my good brother, the second warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe. ”

Bethorne was not convinced: "It won't be long before I become the strongest warrior in the tribe." “

He glanced at everyone, his face sank, and asked Horn, "Why did you bring back greedy and cunning humans, what kind of guys are humans, don't you know!?"

Dia raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself, you just say this behind your back, you can't say it to your face, you seem to want to do something?

Although she was a little angry, Dia's face remained calm, but after all, in people's homes, it was always bad to make trouble.

Hubbard and Claire also frowned slightly, and looked at Bethorne with a slight coldness.

Horn's face was a little embarrassed, and he was embarrassed that the guests he had invited were questioned in person.

He was just about to reprimand, but suddenly an angry voice came from the tent.

"Presumptuous!Bethhorn, if they can come here, they are the honored guests of the Bloodhoof Tribe, don't you still believe Horn!"

Hearing the great shaman scolding, Bethorne snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the tent with a cold face.

Horn looked apologetically at the group, he bent down deeply, and said, "Distinguished guests, I apologize to you for Bethone's recklessness. ”

"Bethorne used to be an adventurer, but then in another adventure, he was deceived by humans and lost an eye, which is why he is so hostile to humans, I can see that you are different from those treacherous humans, you are the honored guests of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and I will have a 'good talk' with him later. ”

When he said, 'Let's talk', Bane obviously clenched his fist, Dia sighed slightly, it seems that it is a negotiation of a physical nature, I wonder if Bethorn can withstand Horn's anger.

"Guests from afar, please come in, the conditions here are simple, and I hope you don't dislike it. ”

To Horn's astonishment, the shaman himself stepped out and opened the tent curtain for Dia and invited them in.

Naturally, everyone was embarrassed and arrogant, and entered the tent with the shaman.

The shaman in front of him was a very old minotaur, so old that his originally tall body had bent down and was no longer upright, his old face was crawling with traces of time, his snow sideburns were frosty, and his beard was tied into small braids, which dragged straight to his knees.

Despite his old age and frailty, the old shaman's eyes were very bright and full of wisdom, like a bright polar star in the night.

When he saw Dia, he especially looked twice: it was indeed the breath of nature's blessing, and this child was not simple.

Then he walked slowly to his seat with a totemic cane.

Horn told the old shaman what happened, and after hearing Horn's description of Dia, Bethorn looked at Dia with a suspicious gaze from time to time, how could this little human guy in front of him slap the centaur more than ten meters away with one palm, this kind of thing, even I am difficult to do.

After Horn finished describing what had happened, Bethone's senses changed slightly, and the hostility in his eyes when he looked at them had weakened a lot, but there was still a mixture of malpractice and defensiveness in his eyes.

The old shaman nodded and looked at the crowd.

"Guests from afar, thank you for your help, you have saved many good young men of the Bloodhoof Tribe, there is no doubt that you are the honored guests of the Bloodhoof Tribe. As he spoke, the old shaman glanced at Bethorn warningly, and the meaning was self-evident.

Bethorne lowered his head and thought with some resentment: I am doing this for the good of the tribe.

"Honored guests, please allow the Bloodhoof Tribe to hold a grand welcome for you. ”

Horn and Bethorne both muttered in their hearts, and the shaman's tone was too polite.

Claire said politely, "There's not much food in your tribe, or—"

"No, the lives of the valiant warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe are far from being comparable to a few pieces of meat!"

The old shaman was resolute and instructed Horn: "Horn, you go and arrange for the clansmen to slaughter cattle and sheep." ”