Each of the 10 centaurs on the scene is a tall horse with strong muscles, and it should be a warrior of the horse demon group, responsible for the existence of external conquests.

In addition to carrying a longbow and a quiver hanging from his side like the red donkey in the lead, the other nine centaurs also had a long leather pouch on the other side of the horse's body.

There are three long javelins stuck in the leather bag, the head of the spear is pointed upwards and pointed upwards to the sky, and the glowing silver head is made of some animal bone, which looks primitive, but it is polished to a bright and sharp point, and it also reflects the silver light.

It seems that these spears should be used to attack fortifications on the battlefield, and the body of the spear is cut from some kind of tough tree, and with Fan Wu's eyesight, the length and thickness of each spear can be almost the same.

It doesn't look like a hand-processed product at all, but it looks like it is made uniformly by the machines used by modern people, including the spear head of the animal bone, the size and style are exactly the same.

Seeing such a standard weapon, you can roughly know how the combat power of the centaur clan is, not to mention the individual combat ability of the centaur warriors, their overall combat effectiveness will definitely not be bad.

The ability to produce standard weapons is a prerequisite for the formation of a real army, and without this premise, no matter how strong a single soldier is, he can only become a rabble.

After hearing Fan Wu's question, without waiting for the signal of the leader horse, the nine soldiers behind all picked up the javelin hanging next to the horse's body with their backhands and hung it down at their sides.

Although they haven't raised their guns and raised their hands, they simply hang down to their sides, but the almost uniform movements show a military temperament, this feeling Fan Wu has only seen when he watched the parade in the world, and his heart can't help but be terrified.

I don't know how many warriors like the Centaur are there, as long as there are more than 500, even if all of them are big demons who have not yet transformed, according to such a weapon configuration and quality, plus a leader who understands military affairs, it is a terrifying military force.

Such a force should not only be a medium-sized force, but they are secretly accumulating strength with big plans?

Fluttershy, who was standing behind Fan Wu, also felt the momentum of the centaur warriors, and secretly prepared for battle, but the two shapeless bears were not sensitive to these, but saw that the centaurs had already moved, and they were ready to fight.

Although the red donkey did not take the initiative to express his position, he did not stop the actions of his subordinates, and his expression did not change much when he heard Fan Wu's words.

"Mr. Fan said with a smile, do you still want to maintain the original relationship with us, or do you want to be our direct enemy?"

Fan Wu, who had not yet taken the horse demon clan in his eyes, changed his mind slightly after seeing their warriors.

"I'm not joking or trying to be your enemy or anything, I just wanted to maintain a non-offensive relationship, but now I've changed my mind, why don't you join us Jingyanggang?"

The red donkey originally came today to give Fan Wu some strength, in case he would start to use the surrounding forces after he got the tiger demon, but he didn't expect Fan Wu to come out like this, and he actually wanted the great Centaur clan to join their small mountain.

The Centaur clan has gone through so many ups and downs, so many hardships to change its face from the far west, and even changed the name of the clan to hide in such a distant place to develop carefully, definitely not to join such a garbage small force.

And today I am definitely not afraid that this small force will do anything to hurt the Centaurs, and it is impossible to give them another 100 years, but I am worried that they will do something to expose the news of the Centaurs.

Recently, a number of suspected Western spies have been spotted in the Netherworld, and if the enemies of the Centaur Clan find the location of the Clan at this critical time, it will be a waste of what has taken generations to build up over hundreds of years.

Therefore, although the red donkey wanted to trample Fan Wu to death in his heart, he still replied with a smile on his face:

"Is Jingyanggang the name of this hill that Mr. Fan Wu said? Good name, but unfortunately no matter how good the name is, we can't join Guishan, our clan has been inherited for thousands of years, how can we give up, or we will keep the original river water and not interfere with the relationship between the well water?"

From the red donkey's expression, Fan Wu could already see that he was a little insincere, not that he was lying, but that he should be speaking against his heart.

Fan Wu didn't know what his original intention was, but at a glance, he knew that he was talking with anger, and the demeanor between his eyebrows couldn't deceive people, so Fan Wu was more and more sure that the strength of the Centaur clan was definitely not what it seemed.

Not only is it not just an ordinary medium-sized force, but it should also be far higher than this level, and it may be even more powerful than the combined strength of those three large forces.

It's just that I still want to continue to test in the words, and I want to know where the bottom line of the red donkey's patience goes, so that I can have a deeper understanding of their comprehensive quality.

"Oh, can Mr. Red Donkey decide whether to start a war or not? Don't you need to go back to report to your patriarch?

The red donkey is so angry in his heart, the frog at the bottom of the well in front of him, he opened his mouth and closed his mouth and said that he wanted to go to war, what did he think he was, just get a little tiger demon and go to the sky?

My heart was on the verge of exploding, but I still had a smile on my face, although this smile was a little embarrassing and unnatural, but it was still a smile after all.

"Mr. Fan Wu doesn't need to worry about this, if you want to go to war, I can decide to start a full-scale war with you on behalf of the clan, but this is definitely not the result we want, we still hope that the two sides can continue to coexist peacefully, please Mr. Fan don't come to his senses. ”

Although he was still barely smiling, the salutation had begun to have no honorifics, and the content had begun to harden.

Fan Wu looked at the red donkey who was barely smiling and ugly than crying, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised that he was still calm, but he had already gained something from his words this time.

There are two points, one of which is that the red donkey can still suppress the anger at this time, which proves that the management and rules of the Centaur clan are very in place, and even if they have overwhelming strength, they will not casually violate the established purpose of the clan.

But in addition to the rules, there must also be a very big reason for not being offended, or the centaur patriarch is a good old man who doesn't like war, so he controls the people below.

Either the Centaur have a very big strategic goal, or a very big mission, so all the people consciously maintain the peace of the race.

No matter what it was, it made Fan Wu clearly know that this group was not easy to mess with, but at the same time, it made him more curious and interested in the Centaur clan.

The second is that the red donkey can directly decide whether to go to war on behalf of the Centaur tribe, excluding the possibility of him lying, it means that the system of this race has been quite perfect.

If it is a loose gang force, it is impossible for a small envoy below to decide whether to start a war or not, unless it is a result that has been drawn up a long time ago, otherwise it must be reported to the patriarch or leader before such a decision can be made.

Now that the Red Donkey can decide whether to fight or not to fight, it shows that the Centaur already has a perfect management structure with their own duties, similar to the modern bureaucratic system of humans, and it is possible for a fully authorized diplomat to decide whether to go to war or not.

Now that he has tested this step, Fan Wu has already known or judged the general situation of the Centaur clan to some extent, so there is no need to continue to probe it, as for the specific questions such as the number of their real clansmen, it is estimated that it is impossible to ask.

"Mr. Red Donkey, I'm just joking, Jingyanggang is a peaceful place, how can we go to war with the nobles, and we are definitely not the opponents of the nobles, maybe a few of your soldiers on the scene can step on the mountain here and destroy us all." ”

Fan Wu's words made the red donkey feel a little more comfortable, although he was still reluctant to deal with these turtles and demons, but the task was completed relatively smoothly.

"Hehe, since Mr. Fan Wu is joking, and he doesn't have the real idea of starting a war with my clan, I can go back smoothly, then we will leave. ”

After speaking, he waved his right hand back, and the 9 centaur warriors behind him once again neatly retracted their spears in their holsters, and the momentum on their bodies returned to normal.

Fan Wu's heart moved, and the neat attack posture could be achieved through a large amount of training in a short period of time, but even if he could collect the gun so neatly, it would definitely not be something that could be done in a year and a half.

These fighters have definitely been training together for more than three years, and the most important thing is their free momentum, which cannot be practiced with any practice.

It is necessary to have iron-blooded discipline and the tempering of a hundred battles to have this effect, and discipline is better to say, where are they going through the battles?

According to the current chaos in the netherworld, don't talk about a hundred battles, even if you want a thousand battles, it's not difficult, but you have to fight, I've never heard of the deeds of the Centaur tribe to fight.

If they are really the elites of a hundred battles, it is impossible to be unknown, and if they are Terrans, they can just go to train wherever they want to cover their faces.

But thinking about such a special body shape of the Centaurs, even if you want to, you can't hide it, unless they are all big demons that can already transform into shapes, but this is impossible.

Whether it is a big demon or not, whether it can transform or not, Fan Wu can still see it, the 10 centaur warriors in front of him are all real demons who have not transformed into shapes, and the upper body of the half-human body is not transformed into a shape.

That's what they are, they've been born that way.

But if they're not fighting in the Netherworld, where are they, and do the Centaurs have access to other hidden spaces?

"Mr. Red Donkey go slowly, then we won't send it, welcome Mr. Red Donkey to Jingyanggang as a guest, we must have nothing to welcome, go back and say hello to the noble patriarch for us, just say that Fan Wu will come to visit in person another day. ”

After Fan Wu finished speaking, the red donkey had actually turned around and walked out two or three steps, slightly sideways and arched his hand.

"Mr. Fan Wu doesn't have to send it, and you don't have to be polite, if you don't have time, you don't have to make a special trip to our clan, I will definitely bring your heart, and say goodbye." ”

After the 10 centaur warriors had walked away, Zixian stepped forward and came to Fan Wu's side.

"Brother Fan Wu, are they very powerful?"

"Well, it's not easy, I like it!"

After speaking, he looked back at Zixian and smiled and said, "Zixian, do you like horseback riding?"