The iron tree is a tree species that grows only in cold areas.

Its trunk rushes straight into the clouds and never forks; Its texture is very hard, and it is not inferior to iron swords; It is the best arrow shaft material in the world, and it is also the most common weapon material used by the subhuman tribes who breed in the northern blood rocks where iron ore is scarce.

For example, the tall and fierce Minotaur used a section of iron and wood as a weapon.

However, the iron trees that grow in this area have been given a different meaning by the Minotaur clan.

Because this is where the tomb of the Minotaur is located.

Regardless of the reason for the death of the minotaur, as long as the body can be recovered, they will be cremated, and then a pit will be dug in the land and an iron tree will be planted with the ashes.

When this iron tree is mature, it will become a weapon for the descendants of the Minotaur who died in battle.

The Minotaurs firmly believe that this iron tree, which grows from the ashes of their parents, will give them courage and strength.

It's just that with the accumulation of iron weapons transferred by the Eaton family, the iron trees here have rarely been cut down, but the tradition of planting an iron tree for the deceased has been preserved.

The leader of the Minotaurs, Carl Bloodhoof, now stands in front of an iron tree.

This is the tomb of his father, the leader of the previous generation of minotaurs.

This iron tree has been growing for more than thirty years, and his father has been returning to the arms of his ancestors for more than thirty years.

His father had the strength of a strong man, and he was badly injured against the Centaur Khan, so he did not have a lifespan of more than a hundred years like other strong men.

In this great iron grove, there are many warriors with the same fate as his father.

They all died in the war against the centaurs, and used their lives to protect the race from the invasion of centaurs, and after their deaths, they turned into iron trees to protect the tribe from the weather.

The war that lasted for two hundred years had left the Minotaur clan devastated.

The high priest said at one of the sacrifices that the number of minotaurs was less than 3,000 at the minimum, and that the war was already fought by women and children.

Carl is in his sixties.

He is a qualified leader and a much-loved leader.

He was always the first to charge at the enemy when he fought against the centaurs, and the last to come back when he retreated.

From the first time he followed his father to the battlefield at the age of fifteen to the time he led his people to the battlefield after his father's death, it has been more than forty years!

The Minotaur never got a good death warrior.

Because every minotaur will still go to the battlefield when he is old and weak, and then turn into a corpse and come back.

For the bull head, revenge on the centaur is an unforgettable hatred, a kind of faith.

But today, the High Priest, whom he loved and whom he deeply respected, was going to take the human man's words, and he would never take revenge on the centaurs from the Northern Blood Rock in the future.

This iron forest will lose its meaning.

It was hard for him to accept this.

Although he knew that the high priest had done nothing wrong, everything was for the sake of the better reproduction of the race.

Because of this, his heart is even more painful - he is the leader, and he must put aside his personal emotions and support the smooth implementation of this decision.

It was a very difficult war to return to the ancestral homeland, and after a successful return, the Oxen Heads would inevitably have to recuperate, and until they had recovered to their peak of 20,000 men, it was impossible for him to lead his people to the northeast to fight against the Centaurs with the Teutonic forces.

yes, he'll probably never have a chance to take revenge on the centaurs in his life.

"Father, if it were you, what would you choose?"

"The high priest said, don't be in a hurry to take revenge, the rotten fruit will fall from the tree by itself, but I can't wait for the time when the fruit rots~~"

........

His kneeling legs were already kneeling in the ground, his hands resting on the iron tree that had grown from his father's ashes, and his eyes were blurred and muttering to himself, trying to find a kind of inner relief in this iron forest where countless heroic souls rested.

"Carl, do you understand?"

I don't know how long it took for the old voice of the high priest to sound behind him.

"High priest, I, I'm not reconciled..."

Karl didn't look back, just threw the huge bull's head on the ground, his broad shoulders shaking, and suppressed his cry. Fang Cai's solitude made the voices of the dead in battle constantly appear in his mind.

"Ugh..."

The High Priest sat in front of him, two hands like chicken claws on Karl's head, rubbing back and forth.

"Child, I understand your pain."

"Most of my fathers and descendants sleep in this iron forest, and most of the warriors in our clan sleep in this iron forest."

"The blood of the Minotaur clan has been left too much, and I can't afford to keep it anymore."

"Bloodhoof, the suffix of the chief's name, has been there for generations, and they have given everything for the survival of the race. Now, you are the owner of this suffix, and the eyes of the ancestors are resting on you, and the decision is in your hands whether to seek revenge or make the race better reproduce. ”

"Carl, I'm also very unwilling, but I know that we can't cut off the hope of future generations because of the unwillingness of our generation~"

...........

In the faint voice of the high priest, Karl finally burst into tears.

He knew the responsibility on his shoulders, so the sound of weeping was like a night owl in the Forest of Death, unpleasant and real. Not only for the hatred in his bones, but also for all the unyielding Minotaur heroic souls who died in battle.

A month later.

It is like the morning sun dyeing the grassland red, but there is no warmth when it falls on people.

A small dirt bag two hundred miles outside the territory of the Minotaurs, where the Golden Horde of the Centaur Khan Julils had fallen three days earlier.

This is a very ordinary small dirt bag, and there are countless such small dirt bags in the vast grassland. This was chosen because it was about to be the dividing point between the two future racial realms.

The Minotaur tribe chose to make an oath with the centaurs.

The terms of the reconciliation agreement between the two clans were also as Teutons had privately proposed, and the centaur Khan did not find a language loophole in it that Julius had discovered.

Or maybe it doesn't matter if it finds out.

Its race is not afraid of the subhuman tribes of the northern blood rocks, and the desire to reconcile is only an expedient measure to prepare for the death feast of the human demigods.

In the future, after it leads its people south, if the subhuman tribe wants to be its enemy, then let the war come as scheduled!

The centaurs' enthusiasm for war is engraved in their bones!

In the presence of the werewolves, the Crocodile, and the Eagle Clan, Carl Bloodhoof and Julils Saxon slashed their palms, and the wounds were tightly clenched together.

"I, the leader of the Minotaurs, Carl Bloodhoof."

"I, the only Khan of the Centaurs, Julils Saxon."

"In the name of our ancestors, we will forge a blood contract and never cross this place into the territory of the centaurs (minotaurs)..."

After the ceremony, both sides were willing to leave without even taking one more look.

Although the war has ceased for the time being, the hatred engraved in the bones will not be resolved by the oath.

It's late autumn soon, there is a depression between the heavens and the earth, there are already faint traces of clouds in the sky, maybe it will snow in a few days, the winter of the northern blood rock comes very early every year.

The werewolf team is already on their way back.

Unlike when they came, there were 3,000 more grassland horses and tens of thousands of sheep making the team extremely bloated.

For this reason, the Minotaur also sent a number of clansmen to drive a few Kodo beasts to carry the fur medicine and other trading materials collected in the territory instead of the wolf. Because of the natural suppression of herbivores by carnivores, the wolves of the werewolf clan are not suitable to stay in the team.

Alexia, the girl of the wolf clan, did not have the joy and naughtiness when she came.

Instead, he hid the natural beauty of Gu Pansheng's posture, and lay sullenly on the back of the Kodo beast.

Let her mount, the pure white wolf, look up at her from time to time, wondering why his master had abandoned him and lay on top of the huge and ugly creature.

What made her sullen was that her request to stay in the Minotaur territory was denied.

It's not that Niu Rentou refuses, but her brother Cage doesn't agree, so he almost takes a rope and ties him back.

"Alexia?"

Cage drove the wolf from the front of the group to join the Kodomon.

There was no answer.

"Dear Alexia?"

Still no answer.

Cage secretly sighed and decided to say hello in a different way, he knew this sister too well.

"It seems that someone is reluctant to greet the human caravan, I thought Grandma's proposal would make her happy! Alas... Forget it, I'd better take Kano's son, he hasn't been there yet! ”

After saying that, he gently clamped his legs, and the wolf under his crotch rushed to the front of the team.

"Brother, dear brother, I am willing to go!"

Alexia jumped off Kodomon's back and landed on the white wolf, chasing Cage's back.

The movements in one go show the vigor of the werewolf clan to the fullest.

When she was side by side with Cage, she bared her two fangs and smiled brightly, "Brother, Grandma asked you to take me with you when you greeted the Terran caravan?" Hee-hee~"

"Is there one?"

Cage just glanced at her.

"Yes, yes, you just said it, I heard it very well!"

The little girl is busy with her work.

"Hmm..."

The man rubbed his hands against the two chin-level fangs, which was his habit of thinking, "Oh, I remember. However, when I promised my grandmother, there were conditions. ”

"I promise whatever conditions, you are my best brother! It's a lot better than the second brother's stingy ghost! ”

"Really? How did I hear my grandma say that you have always disliked me for taking care of this and that? ”

"No, Grandma remembers wrongly, I obviously said the second brother."

"That'll do. Well, when you greet the Terran caravan, you must not leave my sight for a single step! ”

Nod.

"Whatever you do, you have to get my permission first."

Nod.

"Don't be as naughty as you are on the road."

The head is like a chick pecking rice.

"After going home, I will accompany my grandma first, she must miss you after coming out for so long this time."

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