Violent Bull Demon

Northern Territory.

Luojia Mountains, Cumulus Mountains.

This is the branch gathering place of the "Keitel" tauren, one of the eight powerful warring races of the Beamon Empire, and the "Iron Hoof Tribe" among the ten Keitel tribes is here.

In the early morning, before dawn, a large number of trained fighters had gathered in the square of the Iron Hoof Department, and the sound of panting could be heard endlessly.

Compared to the weak humans, the Beamon Empire is all soldiers, especially one of the most powerful races among the orcs. The Keitel cattle people are born with strong physiques. Adults are enough to fight against ten on the battlefield, so they have gained a great reputation .

"Hoohoo..."

"Hoohoo..."

From a corner of the square, there came a slightly immature and neat voice.

"Hey! You bunch of dishonest little cowboys, don't try to be lazy. Under the watchful eyes of my one-eyed Hunter, you'd better be honest."

A middle-aged tauren with a one-eyed patch, with gray hair, and one of the horns was only half cut off by some sharp weapon, and was patrolling back and forth.

In front of him was a group of young tauren who were only about ** years old. Their appearance was immature, but they couldn't hide their determination.

The one-eyed tauren Hunter walked back and forth, shouting loudly.

"Don't be unconvinced, this is all for your own good, otherwise one day you will lose your life when you go to the battlefield. In our Iron Hoof tribe, only true warriors are respected. Think about your ancestors , was forged with their blood and sweat..."

The passionate words in Hunter's mouth inspired all the little tauren to blush, their blood was boiling, and they couldn't help training even harder.

"Hum ha ha ha..." The voice became louder.

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

On the other side of the square, a few tauren in their prime saw this scene and couldn't help laughing.

"Hee hee, Boss Hunter's trick is still working. Look at these little bastards, they have worked harder than they did a few days ago."

One of them was a tauren with a slightly younger face.

"That's right, Captain Hunter is a Level [-] powerhouse who came back alive from the battlefield where the sun never sets, known as the "Meat Grinder". He must be better than us in this aspect!"

replied a young tauren next to him.

"That's right, this group of brats just want to practice hard, each of them is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so there's a lot of tossing around!"

A middle-aged tauren standing in front with a knife wound on his cheek spat and said.

"Today, we are strict with the brats for their own good. Although we have been ignoring our neighboring human empire for decades, God knows when war will start again. I heard that recently the military power in the west, 'Delhi Lanka', has The commotion was particularly fierce. There are no eyes on the battlefield. A powerful fighter like Boss Hunter was cut off by someone on the battlefield. He almost died. If these youngsters don’t train well now, they may all die in the future. You can't come back from the battlefield!"

The middle-aged tauren had a vicissitudes of life on his face. He didn't know what he remembered, and he couldn't help but look a little gloomy.

"That's right! A man as strong as Boss Hunter would have his horns chopped off in one blow on the battlefield. He is a level nine fighter!"

The young tauren on the side said unconvinced.

"You know nothing." The middle-aged tauren glanced at the young tauren who was speaking, and said, "Do you think level nine is very powerful? The world is big..."

......

The few of them were talking when they heard a young voice behind them.

"Uncle Barr, Calle, Sulimo, what are you guys talking about?"

Several people hurriedly turned their heads and saw a young tauren approaching, and they all laughed.

"Ye Han!"

"Master Ye Han?"

"Ye Han? Brother Keitel!"

The tauren named Ye Han looked very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance was also different from other Keitel tribes. His appearance was not handsome, but he was also very handsome. Tauren tribes are rare.

Moreover, his face was very similar to that of an ordinary human teenager, only the faint animal patterns on his cheeks, and the two taupe horns on his head, which were not thick, betrayed his identity as a tauren.

If a knowledgeable person is present, he must know immediately that this is a manifestation of the high-level blood of the Celts. Among the orcs of the Bimon Empire, the more noble the blood, the more human-like the appearance is, such as lions, tigers, etc. It is even more difficult to distinguish the royal family from human beings.

Only when they are berserk, can they see the berserk appearance of half-orcs!

Compared with these tribes, the Celtic Tauren are even more different from humans, and the horns on their heads are the best proof of their identity whenever they are.

"Master Ye Han, aren't you cultivating in Buku Mountain? Why do you come here when you have time?"

The older tauren called Old Barr went up to him and said.

"Nothing? It's just a little boring. Look at these children!"

The young tauren named Ye Han replied with a smile.

"Mmm! Young master, you are the first genius of our Celtic Iron Hoof Tribe. In the future, the entire Iron Hoof Tribe will belong to you. You should really care about the future of the tribe."

The old Carl laughed and said.

When the others heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

"No! Uncle Karl, that's not what I mean. I really don't have much interest in family affairs... Besides, Abba hasn't established who is the heir either!"

When Ye Han heard this, the group of straightforward tauren misunderstood him again, and hurriedly explained.

However, it is obvious that the more you explain this kind of thing, the more unclear it becomes.

Old Karl and the others laughed and said.

"Don't worry, Master Ye Han, as the number one genius of our Iron Hoof tribe, we all know your status well, don't worry, no one will gossip."

Hearing what Old Carl said, Ye Han knew that he might not be able to explain clearly, so he could only smile wryly and didn't say anything more.

At this time, Hunter the One-Eyed who was training a group of Ironshoe Tribe children in the distance was also attracted by the movement here, stood there and laughed, and said to this side.

"Xiao Yehan, why do you have time to come here? I heard that you have just broken through to a sixth-level fighter recently, and you have also mastered the high-level combat skill 'Drilling Mountains and Breaking'. Could it be that the previous few defeats were too miserable and you are not convinced?" , come to me to 'discuss' again this time?"

His voice was very loud, and immediately spread throughout the square, and he bit the word "comparison" very hard, obviously implying something, which immediately aroused the laughter of the people around him.

No way, except for a few races in the Beamon Empire, most of the orcs were straightforward, and the Keitel tauren was one of the most forthright races.

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

"A few days ago, Ye Han was not unconvinced when he was defeated by Commander Hunter. But recently, I have really realized that if Commander Hunter is really itchy now, Ye Han will definitely accompany him."

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words. Come on, old rules, I've suppressed my combat power to the same level as yours. I'd like to see what tricks you've been up to lately? Let these brats see, too. What is the real fight."

Commander 'One-Eyed' Hunter, who lacked half of the black horn, was clearly in high spirits, and strode to the center of the square, at which point the surrounding people were cleared away.

When he stepped on his feet, the ground around him suddenly seemed to shake.

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

Ye Han? Keitel gave a long laugh, stepped hard, and rushed out into the arena like lightning.

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