As soon as he got up from the small hill, he lowered his body and ran two steps, and the old butler suddenly stopped, and his body also fell to the ground, and the whole person's expression was also cloudy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The excitement and excitement just now could not be seen on the old butler's face at all, but he frowned.

"The letter only says that there is an elven-speaking elite in the centaur group, but greed, conceit, and murder are the impressions of centaurs written directly in His Majesty's letter. ”

"I'm running like this, if I'm lucky enough to meet the elven-speaking elite of this centaur tribe. It would be too embarrassing to meet those low-level centaurs who have no brains, are thirsty for killing, and can't understand my language, and directly treat me as meat or prey. ”

"We have to get to the bottom of the situation, confront the centaur tribe of status, and then meet their chieftain and convince them of the riches of the human zone. ”

"In this way, I can repay the old master's kindness, and I can face death calmly. After all, I'm also a so-called 'human rape'~"

With a bitter smile on his face, the old butler began to sort out his supplies while thinking about how to complete the task given to him by Francon.

In the human realm, with the official entry of Giggs into the city of Boult, the rest of the entire Franconian kingdom has surrendered, even if there are some diehards, it is just a matter of a march of the Three Masters.

In this case, Giggs didn't bother to let the army continue to go to various places to clean up, and directly stationed in the city of Boult to start repairing, waiting for the surrender of the remaining local officials in Franconia, and when the time came, he would see where there was still no surrender, and directly plan the route and complete the clearance at one time.

This is not arrogance, but self-confidence based on the strength of the garrison.

Just as Giggs was busy dealing with the big deal of taking over the Franconian Kingdom, the old butler, who had been struggling in the wilderness of the centaur tribe for weeks, finally waited for a good opportunity that he saw as not perfect, but no longer had a choice.

The ragged, slightly thin but wrinkled face now looked yellow and thin, and in fact the dry food carried by the old butler had been exhausted three days ago, and he did not dare to make a fire lest it be discovered by the centaurs, so he could only find some bitter wild fruits to satisfy his hunger.

This was one of the reasons why he found out that this scene was ready to appear, and if he waited any longer, he feared that he might die in the wilderness.

Maybe it's a festival among the centaur tribe, or maybe it's just that the chief of the centaur tribe has decided to hold an event today, and the centaurs who had been scattered over a large area have gathered to prepare near a river that flows near the centaur tribe in a way that the old butler couldn't understand.

A two-metre-high shelf was erected on a two-metre-high shelf, and a smaller-looking centaur was flipping the 'barbecue skewers' that supported the bison with their hands the same as a human's.

And according to the observation of the old butler who was hiding, there were hundreds of such grills in this land, and he couldn't help but secretly speak.

For centaurs, a race that only circulates in human stories, the old butler has only recently glimpsed their image, and this image makes the old butler can't help but secretly slander himself about how the first centaur came about.

There is no difference from human beings, at least in the eyes of the old butler, there is no difference in the upper body, and at the waist position that resembles a human body, the style of painting has changed suddenly.

Black or white, spotted or striped, like a unicorn without a body above the neck, it is perfectly integrated with the upper body of a human being, without a trace of unnatural feeling.

The body of a centaur, whether it was the human-like half or the horse-like half, gave the old butler the impression of only one word.

Strong.

The sculptural muscles are full of powerful beauty, and when people see centaurs, they unconsciously have a wild, violent feeling in their hearts, which is a natural fighting race.

As time passed, the old butler, covered with weeds, noticed that the preparations for the centaurs below the hillside seemed to be finished, and the old butler's spirit was shaken by a wild cry.

His gaze changed from blur to clarity, and the old butler swept his eyes away, and suddenly found a large number of centaurs coming out of the rudimentary tribal gate, and in the center of the whole procession, a centaur with a crown of unknown feathers on his head was particularly eye-catching.

It's not the ornaments on his body that are eye-catching, it's his physique.

Centaurs are inherently strong, and the tribal chieftain, surrounded by many centaur warriors who are two meters and three meters tall, is nearly a head taller than these centaur warriors.

The Centaur tribe wasn't too far from the site they had set up, but the hill where the old butler was hiding was right in the middle of the road.

The old butler, who knew that the time had come, had a sinking face, jumped up without the slightest hesitation, and ran down the hill with his body low, tearing at the vine camouflage on his body as he ran, and at the same time let out a long sharp whistling sound from his mouth.

As if hearing something, the centaur chieftain's running pace slowly slowed down, and at the same time, a strange emphasis came out of his mouth, and suddenly the centaur warriors around him also slowed down and slowly stopped.

Puzzled eyes stared at the tribe's mightiest warrior, as if wondering why the strong centaur had galloped straight to the meeting place.

Without too many words, the centaur chieftain's gaze was fixed on the low peak, and after a few minutes, as the old butler got closer and closer, the high-pitched elven language echoed in the centaur's ears.

The few centaurs in the tribe who had simply learned the Elven language, including their chieftain, had a funny look on their human faces.

"Dear centaur warriors, this is a subordinate race of the Night Elves, the representative of the human Franconian Kingdom, and this time for the benefit of the centaurs!"

Raising his right hand high, the centaur chieftain let out a few strange tones, and suddenly the centaur warriors guarding him all scattered, looking down at the strange creature walking in the middle of the path they had separated. (To be continued.) )