The undisguised disdain in Atwood's words completely angered the young centaur.

It was chosen as the guardian of the Khan's Golden Horde, not only because of its great strength, but also because of its loyalty to the Khan.

And now there is only one Khan in the entire centaur clan, and his dignity is extraordinary!

Even the leaders of the various tribes who wanted to meet had to wait outside the Golden Tent for several days in advance to be summoned.

Now a tiny human being, a sheep walking on two feet, dares to scold it! Unashamedly wanted to see the Khan?

Arrogant!

More damn it!

"Damn humans!"

The young centaur raised his long spear and stabbed mercilessly.

He's already figured out how to bring back the head of this abominable human to make a wine glass!

Clang!

The old centaur picked off his spear.

"Take him back."

"But, uncle, he's only a two-legged sheep, and he's a madman......"

"I said, take him back! Right now! ”

The old centaur's voice was full of determination, "Remember your own duty. You are the Great Khan's patrol guard, not the one who makes decisions for the Khan! ”

"Okay, I got it."

The young centaur pouted.

With a face full of reluctance, he leaned down and fed Atwood some water, then ran his spear through the collar and carried Atwood back to the Khan's Golden Horde. In times of war, centaurs often use spears to carry human corpses to provoke enemies and boast about their exploits.

It is doing the same now, which can be regarded as venting its dissatisfaction.

The older centaur ignored this, and there were a few glimmers of anticipation in its eyes at the moment.

It has lived for many years, and knows that no human has ever set foot on the grassland alone, because the two sides have accumulated undying blood feuds in the protracted war.

Therefore, it suddenly felt that bringing Atwood back might be an opportunity to gain the Khan's appreciation.

There is no need to worry about provoking the khan's wrath.

It can claim that this person is a captive and brought back to interrogate information about the human world!

Even if they can't ask for any valuable information, how can the wise and martial Khan blame them for their conscientious and conscientious patrols?

The sun grazes white clouds in the blue sky, and the vast prairie is like a giant green carpet woven by heaven. The beautiful song of the centaur girl echoed across the grassland, and herds of cattle and sheep fell to the earth like white clouds in the sky, and the white mushroom-like tents dotted in the distance of the grassland complemented each other.

The Khan's huge golden horde sits on a hill bag.

It was only a little over two hundred miles away from the Holy Empire's Griffin Legion.

From this alone, it can be seen that since the north was no longer under the rule of the Teutonic family, the Terrans were at a disadvantage in the war between the Terrans and the Centaurs.

Because if the Duke of Teutoni was still there, and the Centaur Khan was so arrogant and provocative, the Duke of Teutonic would besiege and kill the Khan even if all the members of his family were killed!

Alas.....

It's a pity, it's also hateful.

Teuton, who was awakened by the bump, couldn't help but lament for the north when he saw that there were still some iron trees growing in the mountain packs here. In the northeast of the human world, iron trees grow only in the mountains where snowborne monsters thrive. Since there are sporadic iron trees growing here, it means that the griffon army and Earl Hughes, who destroyed his family, have not shouldered the responsibility of guarding the north.

I am the last Teuton, and I am about to bring infamy to the Teutonic surname.

When the straight iron tree slowly became clear in his eyes, he silently said a sentence in his heart, and slowly relieved the guilt of coming to the centaur to seek cooperation.

..........................

Julils Saxon, the name of the only Khan of the centaur tribe today.

Its father was the Khan who had escaped the hunt of the human demigods and died ten years ago.

So, it knows very well what kind of era it is coming.

If nothing else, its name will be a nightmare for the human world, and its deeds will forever be sung among the centaur race, and it will be the greatest Khan the centaur race has ever seen!

Not one of them!

The human demigods are about to fall, the Teutonic family has also fallen, and who else in the human world can stop it from leading the race to turn the north into a pasture and a horse-drinking Middle Earth!

In the future, it feels like it can do it.

Because it has not yet gone through forty springs and autumns, there is a lot of time to compose its own glory.

A centaur with two hearts, it has never given birth to a Khan under the age of forty, only it is unprecedented.

In this regard, all the centaurs worship it as a god, and they all believe that it is the chosen son who will lead the centaur race to glory, and they are willing to die without hesitation at its command.

Its prestige is no longer reinstated in the race.

So its ambitions must also swell to the point of no return.

There's no way around it.

When a person is pinned on by everyone's hope, this person loses the reason to retreat.

Moreover, only it knows that the reason why it became a khan at such a young age is because of its father's gift.

It dug up and ate two of its father's golden hearts.

Yes, it killed its own father with its own hands.

Ten years ago, its father, who had been battered by a human demigod, was dying, and everyone knew that the Khan's funeral was going to be held.

Its father knew it, too.

So, his father summoned his people, chose a burial ground for himself, watched as the guards killed the slaves, cattle and horses, filled the burial pit with blood, and lay down in it in front of everyone's eyes.

Julils jumped into the grave as well.

Because the father kept everyone away, claiming to give his son his final advice.

But what it didn't expect was that no sooner had it jumped into the pit than its father grabbed the mane on the back of its neck, stared into its eyes, and shoved a dagger into its hand.

"Gouge out my two hearts and eat them!"

Its father's face was resolute, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

And its face was full of horror and its hands and hooves were at a loss.

"Gouge out my two hearts and eat them!"

Its father emphasized again, grabbing the mane at the back of its neck, "The human demigods will fall within ten years!" And you're too young to become a khan in ten years! But ten years later, our race cannot live without Khan! So, you have to kill me, eat my two hearts, in order to become a Khan sooner rather than later! ”

At that moment, Julils burst into tears and cried like an unweaned centaur.

But in the end, under its father's eyes full of encouragement and relief, it clenched the dagger and stabbed it, gulping down the two golden hearts.

My father's life continued in my body, and my father's heart beat in my body.

So, for the glory of my father, in my lifetime, I will surely turn the northern part of the human kingdom into a ranch for the race, and drink horses and horses!

This is the oath that Julils Saxon made to himself after becoming a khan.