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Tiu was still admonishing: "Trier, you have been following the Great Chief and know everything about it, as long as you gather the scattered tribes, you can escape back to hold on to your homeland." I believe that with the guidance of God Setunos and the help of the Scorpion, there is still a chance to regroup!"

The third son of the great chieftain named 'Trier' replied uncertainly: "My father has failed under the guidance of God, can I succeed? Now that we are defeated, what will we take to cash in with them? One is not good, the return will let the Scolus tribe buy the past, and then we will not fall into the net?Alas~~What should we do in the future~~"

Santiu was also silent, perhaps as a priest, he could 'inspire' the public with some clever words, but Trier and himself were not outsiders, and the situation was already well known, and it was useless to say those nice words. After the two of them were in a low mood for a while, it was the third son of the Great Chief, Trier, who spoke first: "If you really can't restore the glory of the Fù tribe, it's a big deal to fall into the grass! You are a priest, I am a warlock and a priest, if you gather a few hundred strong people, then you will go south to plunder the wealth near the human kingdom! I heard that the Bentui Empire has expanded to the vicinity of the human kingdom, and those human countries are now under pressure from the outside, and there is turmoil and turmoil at home, and riots and rebellions are frequent, which is a great opportunity for us. We can amass wealth while waiting for opportunities. You also know that the Sculus tribe is also full of contradictions within itself, and each has formed several tribes, which were previously joined together because they had to fight against our Metellus tribe. Now I'm afraid that we are arguing about how to divide our territory and people, right? Now that the enemy is gone, these guys who have no care will definitely fight to the death. I don't believe that the Scolus tribe will never be in trouble, and as long as they are divided by disagreement, this is our chance!"

When he heard this, he muttered, "It is indeed a method. But the problem is that they have traveled thousands of miles to leave the prairie and run to work as grass cowards near human territory. Approaching us are centaurs, how can we grow and grow far away from the steppes? If the hundreds of elite soldiers gathered are dying and aging one after another, and the Scolus tribe does not have a fatal problem. So what should we do? If we don't return to the grasslands, sooner or later we will be wiped out by human nobles or other robbers. If we return to the grassland, it will definitely be occupied by other centaurs, and where will we still have our share? I think it is better to gather the soldiers and horses and return to our hometown, not necessarily to go back to the ancestral land, cruise on the edge of the grassland for a while, and find out the situation before making plans. In fact, there is another reason why he is reluctant to go to human territory - after all, he is the priest of the god of war, Serunos, the god of flying hooves, and it is his vocation to spread the teachings of the great gods and shepherd more centaur believers.

Trier shook his head undoubtedly and said, "No! The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am not optimistic! There were already some leaders in our clan who opposed my father's development strategy, and now that they are defeated, these people will definitely rebel against our clan immediately. Maybe they are now bargaining with the people of the Scorus tribe about surrendering! Maybe in ten days, the ancestral land of the mountain where the statue of the god Setunos is enshrined will be breached by the Scorus tribe! At that time~~ the gods will not be protecting our tribe~~ Everyone knows that a tribe that is not even capable of protecting the gods of the town tribe is a completely defeated and incompetent tribe, and will not be concerned by the god of Certunos~~ At that time, the Scorus tribe will definitely hunt down us, the leaders of the Metellus tribe, throughout the savannah, and will not be able to cut off all of our heads and drop them on high wooden stakes to dry our flesh. We certainly can't go back!" He reassured Santiu very seriously: "Besides, I don't want to stay on human territory. Just stay with them for the time being and plunder some property, and since they have internal turmoil, there must be a lot of bandits and robbers running rampant everywhere, we can unite with some of these bandit gangs, they give full play to the advantages of large numbers, familiar places, convenient information and good ambushes, and we can give full play to the advantages of advancing and retreating like the wind, so that we can learn from each other's strengths and strength. Greatly reduce our losses.

As long as there is the slightest movement on this side of the grassland, we will return with the treasure and use the money to buy the people and expand our strength. Isn't it better than staying on the edge of the steppe, drinking the northwest wind all day long, and hiding from the Sculus tribe?"

Santiu wanted to question it, but saw the leader of the Hidden Asian Giants, the lame druid Canigan who couldn't even transform naturally, come over with a large bowl of cooked meat of the dire pig in his hand, and he said politely with a smile on his face: "It's really the best rump meat, please taste it with two distinguished guests." It's a pity that we are also on the run, and there is no salt and condiments to cook good things. Please don't forgive me. Although the tone was gentle, there was still a sense of distrust between the eyebrows.

Trier, however, seemed to be unaware, and immediately took the bowl respectfully with a smile on his face and a quick step forward on his feet, and then took advantage of the situation and warmly hugged the giant of Yinyiya, who was more than four points above him, and said with gratitude: "We are very touched by your hospitality, and you are the most generous person I have ever met, besides the god Setunos and my father! To be able to meet you here and work together to overcome the wind and snow must be the supreme gift of the god Setunos! If I can get out of this icy mountain range, I will pray to the god Setunos every day to bless you and your tribe with eternal prosperity. ”

After listening to these compliments sweeter than honey, Kanigan on the other side just responded with a smile on his face: "It's just a gesture, our tribe has great respect for a heroic warrior like you, and it is also our honor to be able to make you stronger." With your help, I believe we will be able to overcome the laughing monsters in the snowy mountains and walk out of the mountains. Each to fulfill his own wishes. If we have the opportunity to meet again in the future, our tribe will definitely make the best delicious broth to entertain you to make up for this regret. ”

Shan Tiwu, who was already in an unhappy mood, sank in his heart again: it was better to say it than to sing, isn't it just a disguised eviction order?—— as soon as he walked out of the snow-capped mountain range, everyone immediately broke up, and they went their separate ways without owing each other. That's what you mean.

The guy is also smart, Trier just now has a Setunos god on the left and a TTT+ on the right, and you can see it at once?!It's not good, it's not good, this kind of guy is not easy to deal with.

He was a priest of the sacred land of Setunos. At first glance, the other party categorically rejected the worship of the god Setunos. I suddenly felt angry in my heart.

It just so happened that the young hermit sub-giant who was interested in the gods just now. I also came over with a piece of cooked meat. He also said to himself: "Venerable Pastor Shantiu. This is my respect for you. Thank you for opening our eyes. Let us know the truth about this world. Shows us the way forward. He didn't even pay any attention to the nearby Decanigan.

Shantiu was secretly happy in his heart. I want to show off my magic even more. Suppress that yin and yang weirdly crappy druid Carnegan. So he deliberately put on a straight face and said, "No need! How can we do that deprisal, and we are blessed by the god of Setunos. You have something to eat and drink nutritious about. It's much better than this mundanely rough thing. Don't worry about it. When he finished speaking, he recited the mantra. Launched the 3 Divine Technique 'Grain Creation Technique'.

I saw a beautiful round of green and white light flashing between his hands. Two large bags of food that looked like long strips of bread appeared in his hand. It's just heavy, mixed with all sorts of unknown miscellaneous things. The shape is neither beautiful nor tasteful. It looks like it's just some dry food.

And Shantiu gave a part of the dry food in his hand to the third son of the Great Chieftain, Tril. While spitting, he boasted: "This very nutritious food is a gift from the god Setunos. Initially, one spell per level can create enough food for a centaur to use for a day. For every two levels you go up, you can add one more. Learned this technique to be a mid-level priest. Dozens of centaur rations can be made in a day. There was once a High Priest who was close to the realm of legends. Use all of his spell slots to perform the 'Grain Making' in one day. Plenty of food was created for more than two hundred and a half of the men and horses. Strikes a hostile ground bear goblin in one fell swoop. He glanced proudly at Carnigan and the young Hidden Giant. The tone became louder and louder: "And the divine gifts are given regardless of time and place. You can get it by praying to God with all your heart. In the desert where there is not a trace of green. You can beg the gods for these luscious foods and water; Even rats are short of food, and they can be obtained from oily swamps. And it will not be filthy from the outside world**. It is not limited by the external environment. But it is considerably convenient. That is to say, if you become the official pastor of the divine land of Setunos, you will never have to worry about hunger and thirst. ”

The young recluse sub-giant's eyes lit up. The expression is Peng. It was as if he was about to become a priest of the god of Setunos. And next to him, Canigan was already staring angrily at the centaur priest Santiu who was three or four points taller than him. But there is no dare to send out real fire.

Because, he can't beat this guy!

Not to mention that he can't beat it, even if you add up the druids in the tribe, you may not be able to beat them! Because none of them can fly! If the other party flies into the sky and blocks the bow and arrow with 1 shield, wind wall or something, his side will be completely out of line. I can only wait for the other party's flame attack technique and group damage wave to come to the clansmen.

Just as he was secretly forbearing, the centaur leader next to him, Trier, immediately intervened to mediate the atmosphere, stood between Santiu and Canigan, and said with a smile: "Hehe, but these foods are a little lighter, not as good as your berries, I wonder if I can borrow two to taste them?" Sometimes the sweet and refreshing taste is much better than our dried lamb and green bread. ”

Although he secretly changed the object of comparison in his words, he did not offend Shantiu and curryed favor with Kanigan, but after all, he gave Carnigan a step down. So Carnigan calmed down and said, "Since you like it, I'll have someone send more later." As he was talking, suddenly a hidden sub-giant ran over from behind and reported: "The people we sent out to explore the path found a team of ogres and tall half-blood races dozens of miles away, suspected to be from the country of Naintus. ”

Kanigan was thinking to himself: What are the people of Naintus doing in the snowy mountains that are hundreds of miles away from the border? There is nothing here except some hard trees and huge blocks of ice. He was muttering to himself, "I heard that they are good at adjudicating gem mines, I wonder if they are looking for gem veins here?"

Suddenly, the centaur priest on the opposite side, Shantiu, said with a strange expression: "It must be so! I heard that the royal family of Naintus is a group of gem dragon veins, they are insatiable, as long as they can get the gems, they can do anything, sometimes more shameless than the scoundrels." And they mine with a large number of slaves, and they are a group of complete executioners. It's better not to meet them in such a group. Trier on the other side also nodded constantly: "Yes, yes, those guys are hideous-looking, with teeth like cone thorns in their mouths, claws on their hands like just hooks, and they all act like beasts." It's better to stay away. ”

Carnigan nodded and asked, "In which direction are they heading?" and the listener said, "Due north, not ours." He said to Trier, "Don't get in the way, they're not coming at us." But now that it's dark, they must have been walking in the mountains all day, and now they have to practice. At least we won't be here tonight, so let's sleep in peace and make plans tomorrow. ”

Santiu and Trier tried to encourage Canigan to leave the place, but the other party would not pull the young recluse giant and 'fetch the berries' for them.

Carnigan led the young recluse to the secluded part of the camp and whispered, "Lexo, what did you look like just now?! We are not the king's people, the servants of the nobles, we are free hermits! Since our ancestors, we have never bowed to others. Have you forgotten?"

The young recluse giant named 'Luxor' bowed his head in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Ancestors?!What did our ancestors give us?!Old and outdated traditions, fertility underneath, and those crappy druid spells!What did they give us besides these useless things? Isn't our current predicament due to them?"

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