The background music of the human form was changed from "Dream Chaser's Heart" to "Borrow from the Sky for Another 500 Years", and Cybertron sang "I really want to live another 500 years" and strode towards Constantinople - the current Constantine region belongs to the Parthians, but such a nomadic people all live in tents and know what culture is? At best, they are similar to barbarians like Cybertron, and sure enough, Cybertron didn't see anything he wanted to see in the original Constantinople.

Of course, Cybertron is also depressed -- if you can't borrow another 500 years from the sky, then it's useless to say anything! You have to borrow from the sky at least another 3,000 years and 67 years to be useful!

And beside this strait in the east, Cybertron saw only one steppe after another...... It's really the type of prairie, it's late autumn and it's about to go into winter, but ...... It was only here that Cybertron understood what the poem meant.

"The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. ”

At noon, Cybertron, the king of barbarians from another world, and Lina Imbas, the public enemy of mankind, Levi, a violent man who had been a gladiator, Gilgamesh, the oppressive and ruling class, and Lily, a nomadic centaur who often robbed houses, pulled the fallen angels of heaven to eat.

To be honest, almost none of them are clean.

And in the Constantine region, there are no later cities here. On the grassland, he saw a field of weeds that reached the height of his calf, and lying on the grassland, he could really clearly feel the vastness and wonder of this land—like the sea on land.

One after another monster mother, there is really everything on the grassland! But the more popular ones are those who land on four feet, and they must have good endurance and high durability, and it is best to have strong explosiveness. But...... On the whole, it was the centaur tribe that saved the world, and Cybertron watched groups of nomads come and go like the wind passing by-

Cybertron was about to take two sips of cold water when the stuffing of his teeth came - a dozen of them were dressed in sheepskin and wore slightly shabby sheepskin hats. Carrying a scimitar and a bow and arrow, each horse carried four or five quivers. At a glance, it was a group of nomads from the steppe centaurs who ran over.

The leader is a middle-aged female centaur with three unknown blue beautiful feathers on a pointed sheepskin hat, and her skin has been completely aged by the perennial wind knife, frost and snow, although her eyebrows are still delicate and handsome, but now she still looks very vicissitudes. The woman, who was in her early thirties, was followed by a group of centaurs. What you can see is that all of them are women. After a dozen centaurs, there was a whole team of fifty horses, some empty, others full of goods.

Cybertron nodded to himself.

"Huh, there's already someone?" looked at Cybertron and the others who were leaning against the big tree to take a dip, and the mature centaur led by him took off the hat on his head and waved it at Cybertron and the others. The whole horse deftly spun around in place, and then walked slowly and unmistakably in front of Cybertron, bowed his head and put his right hand on his left chest in a steppe manner, and said in an unfamiliar Greek language: "Friend, this place is big enough for us to eat, rest, drink and rest the horses together, can we do it together?"

What kind of mouth fetish is this?And is this considered a cute?...... This one...... Why don't your own centaurs sell cute? And there are more of you than I do, though...... It doesn't mean that more people can beat fewer people. Cybertron smiled and nodded, he didn't know why the other party could see that he was the team leader as soon as he came up (although Cybertron also wondered why he was the team leader in a daze).

The mature centaur grinned happily and shouted her own language to the man behind her before walking to Cybertron's side. It was really unceremonious, the whole body of the horse bent forward, and then knelt down. This time, her hat was tossed to the grass to the side, revealing short hair that looked like it had been shaved with a knife. It has not been specially trimmed, but it has hammered ears and a small gold plate around its neck.

"I am a Parthian centaur, of the Terthro tribe, and my name is Plutarch, the eldest daughter of Yumini. Hospitable stranger, what's your name?咴~Who is your esteemed father?咴咴~"

"......" Damn, Cybertron was stunned for the first time, because you can't let me say it, I'll say it. But if you think about it carefully, you are also a barbarian, and after so many years, you have really forgotten about it. Immediately, Cybertron was a little emotional, but he also smiled and replied to himself with barbarian etiquette: "I am the great chief of all the Burkes, the chief of the Warsong Clan, Yasen, the son of Bourkeso, Cybertron, Hell Roar, Bourkeso, and the son of Bourkeso.

Of course, when translated, there is no charm and no beauty, but the poetry is still in it. I don't know which onion you are, but looking at Cybertron like this, it's also the Great Chieftain - and...... Cybertron just said "son", and this moment shocked the mature woman named Plutarch.

"Uh...... You're a man?咴~This is really unbelievable.,What a beautiful boy??咴~~"

"No one has said that in a long time. After taking a sip, Cybertron felt that the guy opposite was not very pleasing to the eye: "The relationship between this appearance problem and the warrior is inevitable?"

"That's right...... Nothing, hahaha I was wrong I was wrong. The other party admitted his mistake quickly, scratched his hair and laughed: "I was wrong-please drink!~"

To be honest, the centaur is really convenient at this point, and he turned around and easily took a ...... from the horse's belly Eighty percent of the empty bowls that have not been wiped, one that I don't know what kind of urine bubble or stomach bag, of course, is most likely a wine jug made of animal skin. After pouring a bowl of wine, he didn't give Cybertron to his hand, but used ...... The ring finger of his right hand dipped in the wine and flicked it into the sky. He dipped his drink lightly and flicked it on the ground. Finally, he dipped in wine, drew a horizontal line on his forehead, and drank it all. He poured another glass of wine, and then handed it to Cybertron -

“...... Hungry marketing?" Cybertron was going to take it and drink it directly, but he didn't expect the other party to spend so much trouble and finally drink it himself. This second bowl is for myself - and it looks like I have to do the same.

Unlike the other races of our time, Cybertron is still experiencing exotic styles anyway. So he also learned from the other party's appearance and played it twice, drew a horizontal line on his forehead, and then drank it...... It's a bad glass of wine.