The centaur warrior's round eyes were full of anger, when had the noble centaur suffered such humiliation, according to the tradition of the Tempus Empire, just by virtue of the words just now, this was the Munch to be ready to receive his most sacred challenge.

Tara glared back without fear, his eyes were also burning with rage, he had already been unhappy with the centaur's attitude towards Xia Zuo, and now he wanted to take away the food he had worked so hard to get back, he would never allow it.

"Krall"

"Tara"

The needle pointed to Maimang, the atmosphere was urgent, and at the same time, Xia Zuo and Walden each held their fighters at the same time.

Glaring at Tara unwillingly, Claire bowed his head and was silent under Walden's gaze, and Tara's tail was almost up in the sky, even if it was a powerful centaur, this was the Saiyan tribe.

"Claire is a little rude, and I ask the leader of Xia Zuo to forgive me!" Walden suppressed his pride and apologized awkwardly in a tone he had never had before.

The four centaur warriors behind him clenched their fists secretly, and it was because of them that their leader would suffer this kind of humiliation.

"The leader of Walden is serious, every Campas orc is a child of the great Campas god, I have always thought that every orc is a brother, since the Rohan tribe has migrated to the Gravel Wasteland, as the master here, of course our Saiyan tribe has to show something to the new brothers"

Xia Zuo's sincerity and sincerity in saying this made the hearts of the five centaurs who felt humiliated greatly open, and the weak Munk figure of Xia Zuo in the wasteland in his eyes also became taller.

"Bigu, go to the treasury and get fifty bags of grain for Leader Walden, and take out all the tents we have captured!" Xia Zuo waved his palm, looking generous, as if it was not fifty bags of grain but five potatoes.

"Boss, this" I don't understand why Xia Zuo suddenly was so generous and hurriedly dissuaded, fifty bags of grain is not a small amount, enough for their previous tribe to spend most of the winter.

"Go get it!" Xia Zuo repeated, and Bigu had to call a few people to resist the grain reluctantly.

"The god of Kampas, the generosity of the leader of Xia Zuo today, the Luo Han tribe will definitely repay it, and when the cold is over, I will already repay it ten times the price!" Walden didn't expect Xia Zuo's attitude to change suddenly, and there was some incredible excitement in his eyes.

With these food tents, my people can finally support themselves in the bitter cold!

"As the people of the god of Kampas, it is the duty of every Kampas orc to help the brothers in distress, Patriarch Walden doesn't need to see me, if the food is not enough, you can come and get it again at any time, as for repaying it, these grains will be regarded as a gift from the Saiyan tribe to the Rohan tribe!"

Xia Zuo smiled and patted his chest, this words were impassioned, which made the five centaurs feel grateful, and they kept thinking about Kampas and praying in their hearts, thanking the god of war for the blessing of letting them meet an upright and sincere Kampas orc in a desperate situation.

Unlike the five centaurs, the onlookers of the Munk warriors were all anxious, they knew better than anyone else the preciousness of food in the wasteland at any time, and every cold winter, I don't know how many clansmen were frozen to death and starved to death, if it weren't for Xia Zuo's extremely sacred status in their hearts, I am afraid that they would have refuted it a long time ago.

"Thank you for the steppe generosity of the leader of Shazo, I, Walden Rohan, swear to the great god of Campas, that from this day on, the Saiyan tribe will be the eternal brother tribe of the Rohan tribe!" Walden was indescribably grateful for Xia Zuo's gift, his left hand clenched into a fist to his heart, and in the most serious and thick tone, he said the oldest brotherly oath, and the four centaurs behind him also carried their luggage.

"I, Shazo Saiya, swear to the god of Campas, that from today onwards the Saiyan tribe will treat every member of the Rohan tribe like a brother!" Shazo returned the same salute with a hammer on his chest, swearing to the god Campas, and all the Saiyan tribesmen present also saluted.

The two sides who swore laughed, and the tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated, exchanging fifty bags of grain for the brotherhood of a powerful centaur tribe can be said to be a good deal, but Xia Zuo's attention could not be so simple.

As the five tall centaurs pulled the carriage loaded with grain tents left, Tara came to Xia Zuo's side and muttered unwillingly, "Boss, it's just a few centaurs, and we're not afraid of them, why give them food for nothing!"

"Of course I'm not afraid of them, it's easy to take our food, but it's not that simple!" Looking at the figure that gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, a smug smile appeared on Xia Zuo's face.

"Still, didn't you just say to give it to them?" Tara couldn't help but be stunned, Xia Zuo had already said that he would give it away, so what else did he need to return.

Xia Zuo did not explain to the upright orcs that invisible things are more difficult to return than tangible things, but beckoned several warriors around him to his side, "You guys follow from afar, see where their tribe is stationed, don't let them find out, come back quickly after the investigation is clear!"

"Yes!" A few Munk warriors led by Bigu and Tara happily agreed, and followed in a hurry, although they didn't know what Xia Zuo's idea was, but it was enough to know that the boss had his own ideas, as long as they followed the boss, they would definitely not suffer.

"The cold winter in the gravel wasteland, the terrifying thing is not only the bitter cold!

In just half a day, Bigu and several people rushed back with a snowstorm to report the situation to Xia Zuo.

The Rohan tribe was not far from the Saiyan tribe, and only then could they find the Saiyan tribe in a white gravel wasteland.

Thirty-six centaur warriors, all dressed only in rudimentary cloth armor and without weapons, guarded by more than seventy old and weak women and children, Walden after the five returned, did not continue on the road, but stationed on the spot, set up tents for the tribesmen to keep out the cold.

After Bigu finished speaking, Xia Zuo's face was even more joyful, and he immediately ordered to go down, and the tribe's warrior training remained the same, but a warrior was specially sent to keep an eye on the Rohan tribe.

There's no denying that Walden is a powerful and responsible leader, with more wisdom and forbearance than the average warrior, but apparently he's still too new to the Gravel Wasteland.

He thought that with food and tents, he would be able to survive the hardest first winter, but the brutal gravel wasteland told him that it was impossible.

In addition to orcs and orcs, there are more ferocious beasts living in the Rubble Wasteland, the bitter winter is a test for all life in the Gravel Wasteland, the cowardly half-orcs may not have the courage to attack the centaur camp at all, but the hungry beasts on the snow will never miss all the opportunities to fill their stomachs.

Compared to the orcs, the beasts in the cold winter are the greatest threat in the wasteland, and even the Saiyan tribe with its towering walls and elite equipment has been besieged by wolves in the cold winter, not to mention the Rohan tribe with only a few rudimentary tents.

The wind and snow were cold, and black shadows the size of calves were swimming rapidly, and the howling cold wind completely blocked the slight footsteps, but the most primitive killing breath born of hunger came with the cold wind, making people shudder.

Seven broken tents struggling in the cold wind hid shivering little centaurs and worried old women, thirty-six centaur warriors in a circle around the humble camp, tall and strong, but all they held in their hands were shabby sticks.

"Damn wolves, Clair will lead a few people to charge and drive away these greedy bastards" Walden roared angrily, and the bright fighting spirit on his body shook the wind and snow around his body upside down, and his powerful strength was by no means comparable to Gree, but he didn't dare to leave the camp half a step helplessly.

Like the wolf cavalry, one of the strongest cavalry of Campas, these wolf pack beasts are also the best at raiding, harassing, and their natural bloodlines teach them a cunning hunting instinct.

For three days, the wolves had been harassing the camp but not attacking, and although Walden was angry, he was also deeply helpless, although he could still hold on, the rest of the centaur warriors were already tired under the harassment of the wolves.

Although his strength was strong, he had too few men on his hands, and thirty-six warriors could barely hold the camp, and the cunning wolves fled quickly once they launched a counterattack, and the blizzard gave them the best cover.

Walden had intended to scare the wolves away with his strength, but he apparently underestimated the resilience and thirst for food of the Wilderness wolves.

Although Walden's several raids killed a lot of wild wolves, it only provoked the ferocity of the wolves even more, and even made the large group of wolves in the shadow attack after Walden left at the expense of a small number of wolves, so that Walden no longer dared to risk rushing out now.

Once he was rushed into the camp by these strong wolves, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Yes!" Claire waved his stick, and three centaur warriors came out of the group, following him, their hooves flying and snowflakes flying, and their swift tall figures fearlessly rushed towards the wolves in the wind and snow.

After paying the price of a few bloods, the clever and cunning wolves obviously won't engage the centaur warriors as easily as they did at the beginning, and Walden can only take advantage of this to let the few centaur warriors charge to disperse the wolves, so as to gain a temporary respite.

As long as he can wait for this heavy snow to stop and leave these cunning wolves without cover, he can launch a counterattack at that time.

But this time the wolves were obviously not ready to flee, perhaps because they felt that they had consumed enough physical strength of their prey, and in the face of the charge of the four centaur warriors, the wolves not only scattered, but the wild wolves the size of calves rushed wildly in the wind and snow to the four centaurs and pounced on them.

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