King: Start with tauren plowing

Chapter 2 The True Friend of the Centaur Tribe
"Not yet, the seed of life has not been condensed, but the extraordinary power of the knight has been mastered." Charles glanced at the arm, and a jet of black gas adhered to the surface of the arm.

grudge!

The color of the battle qi depends on the breathing method. The fighting qi produced by the Shire family's breathing method is black. He can feel that there is a scattered, winding and winding gas inside the body. Countless capillary-like things spread out from the end, connecting the internal organs of the body.

These battle qi are connected with the blood system, which can use the material energy in the blood to promote the growth and growth of the battle qi. At the same time, these battle qi can also be transported to various parts of the body through the blood circulation, and then penetrate through the pores of the skin, such as Charles' arm now.

Now the arm muscles are as if protected by grudge, very hard, this texture is similar to a metal shell, smooth and hard.

The breathing method of the Noxus family focuses on defense, which can be fused with muscles, and some other breathing methods can be fused with metal to increase the sharpness of weapons.

"I don't know if it can be moved to the front chest."

Charles carefully controlled the dou qi in his blood, allowing it to fuse with the muscles in his chest. After arduous attempts, he finally succeeded.

This discovery made Charles ecstatic, which is equivalent to having an extra breastplate, which can surprise him during the battle.

Dou Qi is attached to the blood circulation, theoretically it can appear anywhere in the body at any time, but Shire just broke through, the content of Dou Qi is too low, barely able to move in the upper limbs.

Successfully breaking through the Cavaliers gave Charles more confidence in tomorrow's war.

"Victory to Noxus."

Charles lay on the bed with his clothes on, recharging his energy for tomorrow's battle.

……

Not far from Winter Fortress, a huge army was marching, and the loose team stretched to more than ten miles away.

In the middle of the army, several tauren and centaurs gathered together under a banner with a bull's head painted on it.

"Patriarch Vinod Fang, why did you only bring five hundred centaur soldiers this year?" asked a tauren wearing a robe and holding a staff in his hand.

The centaur patriarch named Vinod Fang was dressed in iron armor and carried a longbow. He carefully replied: "Terry Hammer Priest, this year the grassland you allocated to us has been plagued by natural disasters. , our centaur tribe starved to death thousands of people, there are really no extra soldiers."

The priest named Terry Hammer did not speak immediately. Although the tauren drove the group of centaurs to a remote and desolate pasture, thousands of people would not starve to death. He is not satisfied with the distribution of pastures, so he is making small moves in private.

But Taili didn't care. It wasn't the first time that the centaur tribe made small moves. As long as the tauren tribe showed the heroic and powerful they should have in this southern invasion, the centaur tribe would still submit to their feet, and even More obsequious than before.

Strength is the most effective way of communication between tribes.

"It seems that after the victory, we still have to beat the centaur tribe. Since we are not satisfied with the distribution of grassland, we should drive them to the desolate plateau to the east next year."

Priest Taili decided on his plans for the centaur tribe in private, and then greeted the chief of the Hammer tribe, "Chief Henry Hammer, how far is it from Winter Fortress now?"

A strong man with a bull head and a silver chain armor came forward carrying a huge axe. He was nearly three meters tall and had strong muscles: "Master Priest, there are still twenty miles to go, and it is estimated that we will reach the Human Winter Fortress tomorrow." .”

"Twenty miles away? Decades ago, when I was young, I could see large wheat fields of human beings here. Unfortunately, only by crossing the Fortress of Winter can we loot human food." Priest Taili sighed. Say something.

"We orcs are stronger." Vinod, the patriarch of the centaur tribe, flattered him in a timely manner.

"That's true, so this year I plan to break through the Cold Winter Fortress and let human slaves plow the wheat fields for us, making this a food production area for our tauren." The tribe priest of the tauren said firmly, this time they almost brought the tribe All the warriors here are here to break through.

If a nomadic tribe wants to have a larger population, a stronger army, and a strong city wall, it must switch from nomadism to farming.

Just like human beings, they can grow their own food, and only with food can there be enough population.

"Ah! My lord priest, isn't this too aggressive?" the patriarch of the centaur tribe asked in surprise, the night shrouded his frightened expression.

Priest Taili didn't answer, and the tauren chief beside him replied in a low voice: "Our tauren warriors are extremely elite, what preparations do we need to attack a small human fortress?"

The patriarch of the centaur tribe pretended to smile and praised a few words, but after a while he bid farewell and returned to his tribal territory.

"Father, the human baron has sent a letter asking us to assist them in annihilating this group of tauren, how should we respond to the letter." A young centaur with a height of two meters and a blue fur whispered.

"Hey... let me think about it, this time the tauren almost came out, let alone wiped out, it would be great if they could hold on." The patriarch of the centaur tribe was worried.

"Ah? Father, if this is the case, shall we trick the human baron and help the tauren tribe break through the human winter fortress?"

"Idiot, what good is it for us to help the tauren tribe break through the human fortress? The stronger the tauren tribe is, the more miserable the situation of our vassal tribes will be. We have to find ways to help humans and let them resist the tauren attack. It is best You can also kill some tauren idiots to weaken the strength of the tauren tribe."

"Then what should we do?"

The patriarch of the centaur tribe thought for a while, but there was no particularly good solution. This time, the tauren tribe came out in full force. How could human beings resist it? After the human fortress, they should be the unlucky ones.

But it doesn’t work if you don’t help, once the Hammer tribe of the tauren is stationed in the human fortress, it will inevitably attract more small tauren tribes, and the old and immortal Taili priest will definitely favor the tauren and drive them to a more desolate place. place.

"Tell the humans the number of troops dispatched this time, and the location of the food and grass of the tauren tribe. If you go overnight, you must let the human baron know as soon as possible. Remember to clean up after you are done, and don't let the tauren find out."

"I understand, father."

……

In the early morning of the next day, the sun came out from the west early and hung high in the sky.

The weather was sunny, cloudless and light wind.

It's a fine day for fighting.

Charles was dressed in a dark black armor, standing on the high platform of the school grounds.

Below is a dark crowd, they stand under the high platform one by one, holding spears, silent.

This 1000-man infantry regiment devoured the funds accumulated by the Noxus family for generations. These soldiers are the troublemakers of Winterhold. They have faced the invasion of orcs since childhood, and the battle is engraved in their bones.

The entire Winter Fortress is almost all hunters, militiamen, and of course sometimes they will become robbers.

What these people study every day is how to kill people and how to fight against orcs.They won't farm the land honestly, where robbery comes quickly when farming.Those who honestly wanted to farm the land either fled to the valley plains, or died in a war of orc invasion to the south.

To be honest, it took a lot of effort for Charles to convince them.

"Abu Dekader, Commander of the First Noxian Infantry Regiment, goes out."

A man with a cross scar on his face squeezed out from the crowd and shouted loudly, "Lord Baron, what are your orders?"

(End of this chapter)