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Chapter 76 Peter's Regret

Why are these centaurs so vigilant? Peter's brain is running fast. The Alps, he heard from Baron Shire, is the territory of the Silver Fox family.

So Peter pretended not to notice anything, took two steps forward, and whispered:
"My elder brother told me secretly. Don't tell anyone else. The Alps are the territory of the human silver fox family. The priest called us back to conquer them."

"So that's what happened. No wonder Chief Walter called us back in a hurry."

"I heard from the guards around the priest that there is indeed a baron called the Silver Fox family."

During the question and answer, Peter's innocence returned, and everyone had to let go of their vigilance.

"Brother Peter, I'm sorry, but please forgive me. Recently, the cubs from the Tusk tribe always pretend to be members of our Flying Claw tribe, and then plot against the centaurs of our Flying Claw tribe."

"It's okay, everyone is a brother, the centaur of the Tusk tribe is indeed treacherous." Peter the centaur cursed, and after inquiring about the information, Peter made an excuse and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first, and you guys go back first." Tribe."

Seeing that Peter was about to leave, the centaur who questioned Peter just now panicked. The elder brother of Brother Peter is someone close to the priest.

He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Brother Peter, your business is my business. What do you say, we will help you."

"Yes, Brother Peter, what did you say, we will help you."

Peter was stunned, with a wry smile on his face, and replied: "It's nothing, just grab a few bottles of ale from the human territory for my elder brother."

"Let's just go back to the camp. I still have two bottles of wine I snatched from the human caravan. Just send them to our elder brother."

"Let's go, Brother Peter, let's go back to the tribe together."

So Peter was surrounded by this group of centaurs, and followed them back to the camp of the flying claw tribe.

Arriving at the camp of the Flying Claw Tribe, Peter took the opportunity to observe the camp. It hasn't changed much, but it has been repaired on the basis of the Hammer Tribe camp, with fences around it.

Peter thought to himself, it turned out that the altar of the Flying Claw tribe was in the northwest, so their priests probably lived there. If they attacked the camp of the Flying Claw tribe, they could raid from the northwest, or harass them from the south and east.

Feeling that he has obtained enough information, Peter intends to leave. Although the Flying Claw tribe does not have a household registration system like Winter Fortress, he does not have his own tent in this camp. Where to live is a problem. If this problem is not handled well, it will definitely reveal the truth , and it is too dangerous to be alone in the enemy's camp.

"Brother Peter, don't go, it's still dark, let's continue drinking." The centaur who questioned Peter just now took out the fine wine that he had been hiding for a long time.

"Brother Henryt! Let's drink again tomorrow, I have some things to deal with today."

"Brother Peter, look, this wine has been brought out, drink a glass before leaving." Henryt took out several more glasses and filled everyone with wine. snatched from humans.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, the other centaurs couldn't wait to drink it all in one gulp, and then stared at Henlet eagerly.

But Peter didn't touch the cup yet, Henryt stared at Peter eagerly, and the other centaurs also looked at Peter eagerly, Peter had no choice but to drink it down.

Henryt smiled happily, and gave everyone a full blown.So the atmosphere in Henryt's tent suddenly heated up.

On the Korimian prairie, alcohol, tea, salt, and sugar from human territory were all very expensive. Henret had suffered a hemorrhage this time, and Peter had no chance to leave.

In the evening, someone outside the tent suddenly asked them to go out to gather. Peter was overjoyed and got up quickly, walking towards the outside of the tent. Henlet and the others stood up unsteadily and went out together.

At this time, more than 100 centaurs had gathered in the open space outside the tent, and Peter was among them, thinking about how to leave later.

At this time, a centaur with blue brocade cloth and a centaur with navy blue fur came over.

The centaur, dressed in blue brocade cloth and imitating the decoration of the priest, is the guard beside Alihau, and the navy blue centaur is Likas, and they are here to choose the guard for Likas this time.

The guards around Priest Alihawu spoke first, "Likas, how are these people doing?"

Likas took a look. Although this group of people is not as good as the elite of the Flying Claw tribe, it is reasonable. After all, Lord Alihau asked him to send a letter to the human baron. Didn't you slap the priest in the face?
So Likas nodded and said, "Yes."

So the centaur wearing a blue brocade pointed at Peter and his party, and said, "From now on, you are Likas' subordinates."

Afterwards, Likas called his cronies around and placed them in this team, and then re-adjusted this team, re-dividing ten teams of ten.The group of Peter and Henryt stood in a group and were then divided into a team of ten.

At this time, Peter, the captain of the ten-man team, came over and said, "My name is Sambu Atabal, and I am your captain. Follow my orders in future wars."

"Yes, Master Sambu." Henlet and the others said drunkenly.

"I need the bravest person to be my vice-captain. Who of you wants to prove your bravery?"

Henryt stood up immediately, and said drunkenly: "Master Sangbu, I..."

"Okay, there are other people who want to compete with him..." Before Sambu finished speaking, Henryt added drunkenly: "I will secretly tell you a secret, Mr. Sambu, don't fight with others Said, look at Brother Peter beside me, his elder brother is the guard beside Lord Alihau."

"Huh?" Sambu cast his eyes on Peter who was standing aside: "Is your elder brother the guard next to the priest?"

Telling the truth after drinking, drinking a little too much, Peter felt that his brain was a little out of control, he subconsciously admitted: "I don't have a big brother, no, my big brother is not the guard of the priest, no, my big brother..."

Alcohol is an expensive luxury on the Korimian prairie. Even Sambu himself has never drank it a few times, and the group of people under him are actually drunk. With such economic conditions, his eldest brother is not a priest. ?It is certain that this elder brother Peter does not drink, and gave his younger brother all the good wine that the priest usually rewarded, and his younger brother generously gave it to this group of people.

(End of this chapter)