Atwood had entered the Minotaur's territory five days earlier.

On the first day of his arrival, he presented a simple but practical gift, a bag of fine salt about 100 pounds, and claimed to be from the Teutonic family, which had no idea from the centaur family, and wanted to consult with the minotaur on how to deal with the centaur.

This allowed him to avoid the interrogation and harassment of the bull head.

But I didn't get the courtesy.

For five days, he had been placed in the outermost cultivation of his realm, and was noncommittal to his request to meet with the Minotaur leader and the high priest.

After all, if he can cross the steppe to visit the Minotaur territory, he must have a cooperation agreement with the centaurs.

Moreover, in the impression of the bull head, the Terrans are second only to the centaurs, and they are also not worthy of showing a hospitable personality.

But Atwood, whose range of movement was restricted, became acquainted with the minotaurs in just a few days.

Since the Minotaurs were forced to migrate to the northern Blood Rocks, they had little chance of fighting humans, and the arrival of Atwood was a rare opportunity for them to practice.

Atwood, who had a request, did not refuse their request to compete.

He often held long and short swords wrapped in thick animal skins, smeared with white ash, and made white marks on many adult and juvenile minotaurs. And then jokingly said, mighty minotaur, you can go and propose to the girl you love, I have drawn you a beautiful dress. Or after knocking down the bulky minotaur every time, he jokes: You stupid cow, are you here to show how the strong minotaur fell?

This kind of joke made the loyal Minotaur laugh and his name spread quickly through the tribe.

A strong warrior who is worthy of respect.

A strong and humble warrior who is loved everywhere.

Teutonic was praised for his martial prowess and nimble gait, so they had a good sense of the human, and their eyes became much kinder.

Many powerful minotaurs who lived deep in their territory often came to him with spicy spirits like knives.

There are battles between winners and losers, which makes the Minotaur's evening show even more exciting.

No matter who wins or loses, spirits are meant to be drunk.

So Atwood even wondered if the amount of alcohol he had exercised for more than ten years couldn't adapt to the Minotaur's own wine, otherwise why he got drunk more times than the Minotaur!

Today, as usual, he sat on an iron wooden pier with a long and short sword, but the scene full of bull's heads at this time was no longer there, which made him feel that the bloody remnant sun was very lonely.

Strange, where have all the minotaurs gone?

Could it be that the centaur who escorted him here was discovered by the Minotaurs?

Damn it! In order to avoid misunderstanding, I told them not to come within two hundred miles of the Minotaur territory!

Teuton, who didn't know why, cursed in his heart.

In fact, he was mistaken, because today was the day when the subhuman team arrived.

At the totem wood altar, the werewolf leader Cage is gathered around the fire with Johnnie, Kano, Karl, and High Priest Lynn. The blazing fire stretched the backs of several of them very long, swaying with the mountain wind, like ancient beasts with teeth and claws.

The first to speak was the dinosaur Kano.

The words that came out of his fangy mouth were gentle, "Cage, the Sharp-billed Bird and I are not good at articulate, so it's up to you." ”

Johnnie of the Storm Eagle Clan, who had always liked to raise bars with him, heard this, and nodded very rarely.

To this, Cage nodded in earnest.

He's used to it anyway.

"Elder Ghosthoof, we need your wise guidance."

Cage, who was sitting in a precarious position, had a full face, and told the arrogant warnings of the snake people and the opening of new trade routes by the Eton family, and then explained the purpose of this trip, "This matter is related to the rise and fall of all the tribes of the subhuman race, as well as the plan to regain the ancestral homeland in the future, so the three of us want to know your opinions before the tribal alliance meeting makes a decision." ”

After his words fell, there was a long silence in front of the fire.

Carl Bloodhoof looked shocked, then turned to look at the High Priest quietly.

He knew the strength of the Serpent Race and the ancient xenos hiding in the Forest of Death.

But the high priest had no reaction.

He has lived for many years, and he has long been accustomed to receiving any good news or bad news calmly.

At this moment, he hung his head, combined with the fact that he had been bent over by the ruthless years, and he was as stiff as a bow that had been fully drawn. It can also be clearly seen that there is no trace of muscle on the head of the cow with a broken horn, and the old skin of the face hangs down on the jaw.

The eyes were also cloudy, and the sockets were covered with grayish-white.

If it weren't for the occasional flash of wisdom, it would have made people think that he would have been blind a long time ago.

It was not yet cold in the early autumn, and he was still in front of the fire, but he was still wrapped in thick fur and shrunk into a ball.

With such a chilly body, people wonder if he can survive this winter.

At last, he spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, like rusty broken copper.

"What's your plan?"

Although the answer was not the question, it also lifted Cage's expression.

Because since the high priest has asked a question, it means that he already has a corresponding plan in his heart.

Cage hurriedly continued, "Elder Ghosthoof, here's what we think. Don't clash with the snake people yet, and we need the Eaton family now, at least until we return to our ancestors, and rely on them to maintain the trade in food, weapons, and other goods. Therefore, we want you to come forward and get the leaders of the other tribes to approve of this idea. As for what to do with the Eton family after returning to their ancestral homeland......

Speaking of this, a fierce look flashed in Cage's eyes, "We can confine them to the hilly regions, no longer trade with them, cut off their trade routes, make them unable to gain a foothold in the northwest, and force them to submit to us or migrate to the city of Gardinanras to attach to the snake people." Because the human demigods have fallen, we have launched a war to return to the homeland of our ancestors, and at that time, the snake people will also come out of the horror of the nest. ”

"You're too young, Cage."

No, the high priest shook his head in denial as soon as he heard this, "Your idea is impossible." You only see the unity of all the tribes now, but you forget the disputes that used to be when we all lived in the same place. ”

Disputes while living in your hometown?

The High Priest's words caused the other four to look at each other, and then fell silent again.

Before the Holy Empire was founded, all the subhuman tribes lived in the Northwest Plains and Hills, and they were not monolithic!

Conversely, there will be conflicts or wars between tribes over territorial disputes.

There is even a case of a tribe allied with the Terrans to attack another tribe together.

This is also the fundamental reason why they obviously occupy most of the Northwest Plain and all the tribes add up to more than 200,000 tribesmen, why they were easily broken by the human race, and finally fell to the northern blood rock to survive.

Fight separately, not united!

Therefore, the reason for the rebuttal of the Minotaur High Priest is that the sub-human tribal alliance will collapse after returning to the ancestral homeland!

When there are no more existential pressures and external threats, the tribes will no longer work together!

Being able to share hardships in the northern blood rock does not mean that you can still share happiness after entering the Northwest Plains!

"Karl, tell me what you think."

After a few moments, the silence was broken by the voice of the high priest.

"High Priest, when I was born, you were already guiding the way forward for our race, so I need your wisdom this time."

Carl replied respectfully.

"Alas, Carl, I'm too old to survive the fall of the human demigods."

The High Priest let out a sigh, his voice faint, "You are the leader, the one who makes decisions on behalf of the race in the war to return to the land of your ancestors, say whatever you want." ”

Alas......

Hearing this, Carl sighed inaudibly.

Then he looked up into Cage's eyes and said what he thought.

"Cage, I'm in favor of not having a conflict with the snake people, and I don't want to conflict with them at any time. At its peak, my race numbered 20,000 people, but now there are only about 5,000 people. In the war of returning to their homeland, the Minotaur will inevitably go all out. But after my return, I had to think about the continuation of the race, so I refused to participate in any action against the Eton family, even at the cost of quitting the Tribal Alliance. And I think it's in our best interest for the Eaton family to stay in the Northwest. Because of their existence, all tribes can feel the pressure from the snake people at all times, and they can continue to maintain the cohesion of the alliance and not repeat the internal strife of two hundred years ago. ”

"Elder Bloodhoof, I don't agree with your claim."

The upright temperament of the subhuman race will not be expressed in a roundabout way, and when Carl's words fell, Cage immediately shook his head, "I think leaving the Eton family is a threat to us. It is true that, as you said, the existence of the Eden family can make the tribal alliance more cohesive, but they are cunning Terrans! In our war to return to our homeland, they will surely take the opportunity to gather other Terrans to strengthen themselves, and eventually become our confidants! ”

Carl opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Because what Cage said is likely to turn out to be true.

And the high priest who had been staring at the fire suddenly said coldly, "Cage, the Eton family you are talking about, there are only more than 10,000 people in the territory, right? ”

"Yes, Elder Ghosthoof."

Cage replied respectfully.

He knew that the high priest, who was known for his wisdom, would never be without purpose.

But what he didn't expect was that the High Priest's next words made him no longer able to insist on the idea of expelling the Eton family, "Then do you know how many Terrans there are in the entire Northwest Plains?" ”