With this understanding, the two minotaurs quickly determined that the dwarf creature in front of them was not the enemy, and instantly became enthusiastic, asking this and that very curiously.

Leo patiently explained, and asked them about their condition.

It turned out that the brown-skinned minotaur was the younger brother named Rhaegar Furious Hoof, and the black-skinned minotaur was the elder brother named Wren Furious Hoof, both of whom were young herdsmen and hunters of the Longhorn tribe who tended over the more than 100 Kodomon in the vicinity.

As for why they were so vigilant at first, it was because the Longhorn tribe had just moved here, and they had fought a few battles with the nearby centaurs and killed some people, so the elders of the tribe asked them to be vigilant at all times.

Noticing that it was getting darker, Wren patted his stout horns and said, "Leo, it's been a pleasure to talk to you, and if you wish, I'd like to invite you to the tribe." ”

Leo hurriedly said, "That's great, I'm also about to visit your tribe." ”

Rhaegar hesitated: "Brother, this ...... Shouldn't we ask the elders first?"

"Don't worry, Rhaeggar. Mother Earth has sued me, they are friends. It's dark now, and those abominable centaurs may appear at any point, and we can't leave our friends alone in the wild. Wren replied firmly, then pulled a bone whistle from his leather armor and blew it vigorously.

At the sound of the whistle, all the Kodomon stopped grazing, and then ran towards Wren, led by the largest of them.

For a moment, thunderous footsteps resounded all around, and Leo had no doubt that if they were an army, it would be difficult to find a force that could match them in the human world.

After a while, the leader of the Kodo stopped beside Wren.

Wren patted Kodomon on the head. Let out a hearty laugh: "Hey, drums, are you full?"

The Kodomon, named Drum, seemed to be able to understand him, and immediately snorted twice.

"Oh, we're full, okay, let's go home. As soon as Wren finished speaking, he jumped onto the back of the Kodomon, whose agility was completely inconsistent with its majestic size.

Then he held out a hand to Leo, "Come on, friend." You're going to love the big drum, it's the best mount here. ”

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

On the grassland, a group of Kodo beasts shook off their hooves and galloped towards the east, no less fast than the horses in the human realm.

After a while, bright lights appeared in sight on the leeward side of a small hill.

Wren pointed ahead, "That's the Longhorn Tribe!

Leo looked for the light. Sure enough, I saw a large tribe of steppe minotaurs. The outer perimeter is a tall and neat fence, and the interior is one animal skin tent after another, which seems to have at least thousands of minotaurs to live in.

It reminded him of it immediately. An image of a troll tribe that I once saw with Montoya at Joseph's Castle.

At that time, the army of the Joseph family easily broke through the defenses of the trolls, penetrated into the tribe, and successfully won the war.

Although the same tribal structure. But it is clear that the Longhorn tribe is much stronger and much cleaner. At the entrance of the tribe. There are also two towers more than ten meters tall erected, on which there are quite a few bull-headed shooters.

Leo believed that if the Joseph family army was allowed to attack this tribe, it would probably not succeed at all, and even defeat it badly.

You must know that the Minotaur is not only intellectually not inferior to humans, but as long as they are adults, their strength can reach the level of human level 3 warriors, or even level 4 warriors, and coupled with their huge weight, their destructive power will only be stronger. It is very likely that none of the three level 3 human warriors can defeat an adult male minotaur.

At this time, the tribe also noticed the Kodo herd, and then a rhythmic whistle was heard.

Wren also felt his whistle and blew another rhythm in response.

A few minutes later, the Kodo herd entered the tribe and was greeted by a minotaur who said in a loud voice, "Wren, you came back late today, the campfire has been lit, has anything happened?"

"Haha, father, something did happen, I brought a few friends from afar. Wren said, jumping down from Kodomon first, revealing Leo and Vianna behind him.

"Moon elves and humans?" the minotaur, who was a little older, immediately recognized their race, and then asked, "Where did you find them?"

"They found it themselves, and they wanted to visit our tribe. Wren replied.

"Oh, strange visitor, let me think about it, no human has entered our tribe in almost thirty years. The old bull showed a kind smile, asked a few words casually, and then said to his son: "Ren, take them to see the Great Elder, and then hurry home with your brother for dinner, don't let your old lady wait in a hurry, she starts a fire ......"

"Hey, I know father. Wren patted Leo on the shoulder, but even so, he almost knocked Leo flying.

Walking inside the Longhorn Tribe, Leo and Vianna looked around from time to time, Chubby and Valkyrie following behind.

Most of the minotaurs passing by cast curious glances, and some minotaur children followed behind them, cheering excitedly.

Yiqiē is peaceful and natural, and it is a tribe that lives in abundance and contentment.

In fact, Wren is indeed full of pride in his tribe and introduces them to the two from time to time.

Leo then learns that the main ration of the Minotaur is not blades of grass or meat, but a grain called Shabola.

This grain is very demanding in the growing environment, and it cannot be regrown on a single piece of land, which means that the Niu Touren tribe must constantly migrate. Fortunately, the yield of Shabola is very high, and as long as it matures once, it can supply the entire tribe to eat well for a while.

Combined with the wild beasts hunted, the dairy products of the Kodo beasts, and the famine, this kind of thing has not happened in the Longhorn tribe for many years, and its long distance is even longer than the last time a human visited here.

And within the tribe, it is mainly divided into three factions.

Shamans who communicate with elemental spirits, druids who follow the will of nature, and hunters who seek the balance of all things. However, unlike human society, there are few differences between the minotaurs, and most of the time, they are mutually tolerant. As for the Grand Elder of the Tribe, the leaders of the three factions take turns to do so.

Reaching a large tent in the center of the tribe all the way inside, Wren finally stopped, and his expression became solemn: "This is the tent of our Grand Elder of the Longhorn Tribe, and she is a noble druid. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft, deep voice came from the tent: "Mother Earth has brought me an honored guest, please come in." (To be continued......)