Compared to Atwood's sorrowful journey, the other team heading to the Minotaur territory was more pleasant.

This is a team of subhuman tribes.

Except for a dozen or so dinosaurs dragging their bulky bodies in the ranks, the rest were werewolves riding wolves up to two meters high.

They were not numerous, but because of the narrowness of the road, they stretched for miles, like a white silk thread running through the mountains and ravines.

They also walked slowly, as many of the wolves carried on their backs the daily supplies for the Ox Head tribe.

A snow-white wolf happily spread joy back and forth in front of the team.

Its fur has grown a lot according to the seasons, which makes it look very flowing when running.

It sat on its back and carried a werewolf girl, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and long silver hair with a faint luster, simply tied with a ribbon in a ponytail, swaying back and forth with the mood of the owner, and a lot of sunshine.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fair face, very delicate, two slender eyebrows spreading to her sideburns, and a long unsheathed knife on her back, which made her look heroic.

It was like she was going out for the first time, and she was curious about everything around her.

Sometimes leaving the team to chase a squirrel collecting winter food, and sometimes crouching in front of a wildflower to stare blankly, which made the wolf leader in front of her voice from time to time to keep her in the group.

Of course, she was very restless when she returned to the team.

From time to time, he grabbed a few weeds and secretly stuck them in the braid of another wolf warrior; From time to time, he throws small stones at the dire crocodile. They don't feel pain when they grow into armor-like skin covered with bone spurs, and the girl's silver bell-like laughter continues, rippling in the mountains and ravines with the wind.

The warriors of both the Dire Crocodile and the Werewolf Clan smiled kindly at the mischievous girl.

Because they've long been used to it.

The girl had always been a pistachio in both tribes.

"Alexia, if you mess around again, don't figure it out next time!"

Finally, the leader of the wolf clan, a middle-aged werewolf with two fangs and a flat chin, lectured her in a loud voice.

The girl's answer was to grimace, and then ran to the back of the line with a grin.

She must not be afraid of her brother, Cage Adrian, the leader of the werewolf clan.

The werewolf clan is the most powerful tribe of the Blood Rock subhuman race in the north today.

There are three strong people in the clan, and the number of clansmen is nearly 30,000, accounting for almost half of the entire tribal alliance.

The most striking physical trait of this race is that it has silver hair, and except for the two fangs in the mouth of the male as an adult, which slowly lengthens as his strength increases, everything else such as height and posture is indistinguishable from that of the human race.

But their racial talent is bestiality!

In battle, they can overdraw their physical strength and become upright, powerful, and unusually agile human wolves.

It's the equivalent of entering a state of bloodthirsty rage, but keeping sanity.

Of course, bestiality also comes at a price.

Except for those whose strength has entered the realm of the strong, as long as the rest of the werewolf clan is beastified, it is equivalent to entering a desperate moment, if they can't kill the enemy in a short burst of time, then they will usher in exhaustion of physical strength and collapse on the ground to be slaughtered.

Moreover, there is also a threshold for beasthood.

Werewolves whose strength has not entered the peak of warriors cannot be beasts.

Forcible beasthood comes at the cost of consuming life force. In the battle for the survival of the race more than 200 years ago, many werewolves confirmed this with their lives.

"Cage, don't keep training little Alexia."

A dinosaur who was walking beside Cage cracked his fangs and laughed, "When you were so old, you were much more naughty than little Alexia!" ”

He is Kano Abigail, the leader of the Crocodile Clan.

The Dinosaurs are amphibious sub-human races, where they can fight upright on land, and their large size and racial talent covered with sharp bone spurs make them have no less combat power than the Minotaurs; In the water, it can dive for a long time with bated breath, and is especially good at sneaking from underwater.

They were allies with the Werewolves long before the Holy Empire was founded.

Because the number of this race has always been scarce, never more than a thousand, and the large and bulky body makes them slow to move, so they rely on the powerful werewolf race to alert them from external dangers and transport supplies.

"That's it! It is! ”

As soon as Kano's words fell, the Tyrant Eagle Clan standing on the back of the wolf also followed suit, "The big-mouthed monster is right, Cage, don't be like your father who has returned to the arms of your ancestors, you know how to preach every day, and you are disgusting!" ”

He is Johnnie Shamantha, also the leader of the Tyranny.

Characterized by a pair of wings and a pair of sharp claws, and a curved mouth on their faces, the Tyrannoids were not classified as subhumans before the establishment of the Holy Empire. And they live in the Alps, and they have always lived a life without any conflict with the human race. It was only later, as the Terran army pursued the sub-human tribes to the northern Blood Rock and stepped into their hunting grounds, they became part of the tribal alliance.

The population of this race is even more sparse, and has remained at four or five hundred in number.

But they have a transcendent position in the tribal confederation.

The reason is that in the last battle between the tribal alliance and the Terrans, it was because they were constantly monitoring the direction and route of the Terran army's attack from high in the sky that the sub-Terrans took the lead in the war and had the opportunity to let the women and children avoid the butcher's knife in time.

It can be said that all the subhuman tribes owe the favor of the Tyrannoid Clan.

Because back then, they didn't have to go to war at all - their lair was set up on a high mountain cliff, and even if the Terrans entered the northern blood rocks, it would not be able to endanger their survival.

Now, all three chiefs are present in a routine parade to transport everyday supplies, not because they are idle, but because the Serpent High Priest has fulfilled his promise to Kafka.

Half a month ago, the snake people sent several messengers to the northern blood rock, and it was very strong to announce that the Eton family was protected by the snake people, and if the subhuman tribe dared to make any war-related actions against the Eton territory, it would be regarded as a provocation to the snake people, and the war between the two sides would come!

The threat of this arrogant posture aroused the righteous indignation of many subhuman tribes.

But none of them took out their anger, and none of the races offered to make the snake people pay for their arrogance.

The reason is simple.

For the subhuman tribes of the northern blood rock, the snake people are too powerful!

They are the ones who have kings!

The Unburner, Ilmai Liasta, an ancient xenomorph who was defeated by a human demigod at his peak two hundred years ago, but was able to escape in one piece. And all the subhuman tribes know that this ancient xenomorph is now hiding in the Forest of Death behind the northern blood rocks, relying on active volcanoes to purify its bloodline and strive to transform into a true ancient creature.

Once it succeeds, there will be another demigod in the world.

In other words, the Serpent Race has the strength to defeat or even slaughter all sub-human tribal alliances.

No subhuman tribe would want to face such an enemy.

In particular, the snake people are known for holding grudges!

At the same time, the Eton family also brought the benefit of improving the war power of the sub-human tribes - they formed a new caravan that could pass through the Dread Zeal, and could bring the weapons and armor forged by the dwarves to the sub-humans.

Therefore, Cage, the leader of the werewolf clan who was the first to learn the news, consulted with the leaders of the Dire Crocodile Clan and the Tyrannosaur Eagle Clan, and decided to seek the wisdom and guidance of the Minotaur High Priest before convening a tribal alliance meeting.

Lynn Ghosthoof, the High Priestess of Minotaur who has lived for more than a hundred years, is the oldest man on the Blood Rock of the North, and the most famous wise man.

His wisdom and prestige can make many tribes obey him with sincerity and convincingness.

This makes the meetings of the Tribal Alliance very efficient.

Three days later, the team finally arrived at the Minotaur Territory.

And the leader of the Minotaur tribe was already waiting there with fifty tribesmen.

There was no High Priest Lynn in there, he was too old to endure any more rush. It took two days to get from the totem wood altar where he lived, and it was all undulating mountain roads.

"Oh, Carl Bloodhoof, has your clan's dungeon hot springs opened?"

The two sides were far away, and Kano of the Crocodile Clan waved his hand and asked loudly, "I'm here for this, not to see your huge old face!" ”

Under the ossified skin of the diagogues, tiny parasites often grow.

Although it is not harmful to his health, it will make him itch unbearably.

This is also the reason why the hulking crocodile dinosaurs are willing to trek to the Bull Lord's territory. In the heat of the spring, most of the parasitic bugs will die.

The leader of the minotaur also smiled and beckoned, "I know you are also coming, our underground palace hot spring opened five days ago, you can go and soak for three days and three nights now!" ”

Kano was satisfied with the big mouth full of fangs, and came up directly to give the minotaur leader a hug, and maliciously tried to see if he could pick up the three-meter-tall minotaur.

Of course, he definitely couldn't do it, "Praise you in the name of the ancestors, Bloodhoof, you have become a lot stronger again, do you pull down your face every day to grab the little cub's food?" ”

The Minotaur tribe has only three surname suffixes.

Each clan member is born without a surname, and when they reach adulthood and awaken the power of the earth, the race's gift, the name is given the suffix of the black hoof.

The clan leader will automatically inherit the suffix of the Blood Hoof, just as the Hoof is exclusive to the High Priest.

"Hahaha..."

Karl, the leader of the Minotaurs, also gave him a hug back, "Kano, this kind of thing is only done by you, otherwise your mouth will grow so big!" ”

The honest Minotaur joked, and his verbal skills were no worse than those of other races.

"Stupid bull's head with sharp horns, if you entertain me with a rock serpent smaller than your hooves, you will lose my friendship! I swear by the few teeth left of the Big-Mouthed Monster! ”

A sharp sound came from the air, and Johnnie of the Eagle Clan spread his wings and glided directly on Kano's shoulder, one wing rubbing against Kano's head.

Kano didn't react to this at all, and it seems that he was used to it.

These two guys, who have a huge difference in body proportions, will definitely quarrel with less than three sentences per conversation, but the friendship between the two is very deep, and it can be proved with their lives.

"Johnnie Shamantha, the proud son of the firmament, the kind Minotaur will not be harsh on distant friends. There's a rock snake bigger than my hooves in the hot spring dungeon, so if you're not afraid of bursting your stomach, you can enjoy it now. ”

The generous Carl Bloodhoof didn't mind Johnnie's meanness at all, and opened his mouth to laugh.

"Big mouth monster, let's go, aren't you thinking about soaking in the hot springs? Hurry up! ”

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Johnnie couldn't wait to urge Kano under his feet, and he seemed to have seen the delicious food beckoning.

"Damn Sharp-billed Birds! I think you're so hungry that you can't wait! ”

Kano was sarcastic, but the pace under his feet was not slow, and he didn't forget to wave to the clansmen behind, "Little ones, keep up!" Let the strong minotaurs carry those supplies themselves, I believe they will be more happy! ”

The Minotaurs are indeed happy.

They didn't need the leader to speak, so they directly unloaded the supplies on the wolf's back and carried them back.

Cage, the leader of the werewolves, was still riding on the wolf, and was slowly walking towards the Minotaur Totem Altar side by side with Carl Bloodhoof.

The greeting between the two of them was bland.

They just patted each other the shoulder, and then they started talking softly.

In the Subhuman Alliance, the werewolf clan and the dire crocodile clan have always advanced and retreated together, and the Tyrannosaurus Clan has never been a director, so Cage is the one in charge of this trip.

"Elder Bloodhoof, we haven't seen each other in years."

"Since your father returned to the arms of the Ancestors, you have not had time to come to our territory, Cage. Let me think about it, it must have been thirteen years, right? You've been here with a few centaurs in your hands. ”

"yes, thirteen years! Mighty Bloodhoof Elder, your appearance has not changed, and your kindness is still heartbreaking, but I am no longer the werewolf warrior who had no worries back then, but the father of four children and the leader who thinks about the survival of the people. ”

"Don't question yourself, Cage. Your fangs are proof that you have the strength of the patrons. I'm sure you'll do better than your father. ”

Carl Bloodhoof smiled and relieved.

Suddenly, he felt something approaching his horns from behind, so he immediately stopped laughing and turned his head to look.

What appeared in his eyes was a beautiful werewolf girl.

She was standing on her tiptoes on a snow-white wolf, reaching for his horns.

Seeing him turn his head, he immediately retracted his little hand, revealing a sweet smile and two small fangs, "Strong Bloodhoof Elder, you don't mind letting the weak Alexia touch the horns, do you?" ”

The strength of the male werewolf clan can be seen in the fangs.

The longer it is, the stronger it is, for example, Cage's fangs are almost at the level of his chin, indicating the strength of the strong.

But women are different.

Their fangs have always remained slightly pointed, regardless of whether their strength has changed or not.

"Nonsense! Alexia, apologize to Elder Bloodhoof immediately! ”

Seeing this, Cage reprimanded loudly, and quickly explained to Carl, "I'm sorry, Elder Bloodhoof, this is my youngest sister Alexia. My father passed away when she was only four years old, so there has been a lack of discipline that offends you today. ”

"Cage, you don't have to apologize. When your father came to my tribe to help defend against the centaur haggards, he used to tease my little calves with his fangs. The Minotaur leader stopped him with a smile and apologized, then turned to look at the little girl, "You can touch it if you want, I don't mind, hehe." ”

Alexia, who was allowed to do so, immediately acted on it.

He then thanked Carl, stuck out his tongue at Cage and ran away grinning.

"You..."

Cage was also so angry that he was speechless for a while.