Northern Realm.

Luojia Mountains, Cumulus Mountains.

This is the gathering place of the branch of the 'Kettel Clan' Minotaur, one of the eight strong warring races of the Beamon Empire, and the "Iron Hoof Tribe" among the ten major tribes of the Kettel tribe is located here.

In the early morning, before dawn, a large number of trained warriors had already gathered in the square of the Iron Hoof, and the wheezing sound was endless.

Compared with the weak human race, the Beamon Empire can be said to be a soldier for all people, especially one of the strong fighting races in the orc race, and the Kettel Niu people are even more congenitally strong, and the adult clan is enough to make a great reputation on the battlefield.

"Huhuhahe"

"Huhuhahe"

In a corner of the square, there was a neat voice that was still a little immature.

"Hey, you dishonest little calves, don't be lazy, you'd better be honest with me under my one-eyed gaze. ＂

A middle-aged minotaur with a one-eyed patch, gray hair, one of the horns is only half cut off, I don't know what sharp weapon has cut off the road, is patrolling back and forth.

In front of him was a group of little minotaurs who were only about eight or nine years old, with immature faces, but they couldn't hide their perseverance.

Hunter, the one-eyed minotaur, walked back and forth, shouting loudly.

"Don't be unconvinced, it's all for your good, otherwise one day you will lose your life when you go to the battlefield. In our Ironhoof Tribe, only true warriors are respected, think of your ancestors, it was their blood and sweat that forged it"

Hunter's words of enthusiasm inspired a group of young bull-headed people to blush, their blood boiling, and they couldn't help but train harder.

The "hum, ha, hey" sound is louder.

Hunter continued to scold, but glanced around, looked at the serious faces of those little bullheads, and nodded with subtle satisfaction.

On the other side of the square, several prime-aged minotaurs couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene.

"Hee-hee, it's still Boss Hunter's trick that works, look at this group of little cubs, they work harder than the other day. ＂

One of them had a slightly younger minotaur.

"That is, Captain Hunter is a ninth-level powerhouse who came back alive from the battlefield where the sun never sets, known as the "meat grinder", and he is definitely stronger than us in this regard!. ＂

A young minotaur next to him replied.

"That's right, this group of little cubs is to practice hard, all of them have rough skin and thick meat, and they don't toss a lot!"

A middle-aged minotaur with a knife wound on the cheek standing in front of him spat and said.

"Today, we are strict with the little cubs, just for their good, although the human empire that is now adjacent to us has been in peace and ignoring each other for decades, but the ghost knows when the war will start again. I heard that the military power in the west 'Delilanka' has been particularly fierce recently, and there are no eyes on the battlefield, and a powerful soldier like Boss Hunter was also cut off on the battlefield and almost died. If these little cubs don't train well now, I'm afraid they won't be able to come back from the battlefield in the future!"

The middle-aged minotaur had a vicissitudes of life, and he didn't know what Lu Dao remembered, and he couldn't help but look a little gloomy.

"Yes, a person as strong as Boss Hunter would actually be cut off by someone on the battlefield, he is a ninth-level warrior!"

The young minotaur on the side said unconvinced.

"You know. The middle-aged minotaur glanced at the young minotaur who was speaking, and said, "Do you think that the ninth level is very powerful? ＂

As they were talking, they heard a young voice behind them.

"Uncle Barr, Calle, Syrimer, what are you talking about?"

Several people hurriedly turned around and smiled when they saw a young minotaur approaching.

"Ye Han!"

"Young Master Ye Han?? ＂

"Young Master Ye Han??"

The minotaur named Ye Han looked very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance was also different from other Ketel tribes, his appearance was not handsome, but also very delicate, which was rare in the Minotaur tribe, which has always been a big old man and a burly man.

And his face is very similar to that of an ordinary human boy, only the faint animal patterns on his cheeks, and the two gray-brown horns on his head, which are not thick, betraying his identity as a minotaur.

If it was a learned person present, he would immediately know that this was a manifestation of the high-level bloodline of the Celtic people, and among the orcs of the Bimeng Empire, the more noble the bloodline, the more similar to humans in appearance, such as the royal family of the lion man and the tiger clan, and it was even more difficult to distinguish it from humans.

Only when they go berserk can they see the furious appearance of the orcs!

Compared to these races, the Celtic minotaurs are more different from humans, and the horns on their heads are the best proof of their identity.

"Young Master Ye Han, aren't you cultivating in Budry Mountain, how come you have time to come here?"

The old minotaur called Old Barr greeted him and said.

"Nothing? It's just a little boring, look at these kids!"

The young minotaur named Ye Han replied with a smile.

"Well, young master, you are the first day of our Celtic Ironhoof tribe, and the entire Ironhoof tribe will be yours in the future, you should really care about the future of the tribe. ＂

The old Calhaha smiled and said.

When the others heard this, they all nodded yes.

"No, Uncle Karl, I didn't mean that, I really don't have much interest in clan affairs, and Abba hasn't established who is the heir!"

When Ye Han heard this, this group of honest minotaurs misunderstood their meaning again, and hurriedly explained.

However, it is clear that the more this kind of thing is explained, the more inexplicable it becomes.

Old Carl and they laughed and said.

"Don't worry, Young Master Ye Han, as the first day genius of our Iron Hoof Tribe, we all know your status, rest assured, no one will say anything gossip. ＂

Hearing Old Carl's words, Ye Han knew that he might not be able to explain clearly, so he had to smile bitterly and stop saying anything.

At this time, 'One-Eyed' Hunter, who was training a group of children of the Iron Hoof tribe in the distance, was also attracted by the movement here, and stood there laughing, and said to this side.

"Xiao Yehan, why do you have time to come here? I heard that you have just broken through to the sixth level of a warrior recently, and you have also practiced the high-level combat skill 'Drill Mountain Break', could it be that you were too miserable to defeat the first few times, and you were not convinced, and you came to me again this time to 'learn'?"

His voice was so loud that it immediately spread throughout the square, and he bit the word "sparring" very hard, obviously meaning something, and immediately caused a big laugh from the people around him.

No way, except for a few races in the Beamon Empire, most of the orcs are very straightforward by nature, and the Keitel Minotaur is one of the most bold races among them.

Ye Han was not angry, and replied loudly with a smile.

"Defeated in the hands of Commander Hunter a few days ago, Ye Han is not unconvinced. However, I have really realized something recently, if Commander Hunter is really itchy now, Ye Han will definitely accompany him. ＂

"Okay, I'm waiting for your words. Come on, old rule, I've suppressed my fighting strength to the same level as you, and I want to see what you've been up to lately? Let these little cubs see what a real battle is. ＂

Commander Hunter, who lacked half of his black horns, was clearly in high spirits and strode to the center of the square, where the surrounding idlers were all cleared.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the ground around him seemed to shake.

"Okay, you Commander Hunter, you have to be careful, I'm here!"

Ye Han let out a long laugh, with the force under his feet, he rushed out of the field like lightning