This giant dragon is so powerful!

Wild plains.

There is endless grassland here, dotted with a few short-necked trees.

There are a large number of animal skin tents sitting on a slightly sloping grassland near the river. At a glance, it looks like a large field of mushrooms growing on the grass.

This morning in the wilderness was a bit chilly, and the dew on the grass leaves was so cold that it hurt your hands.

One by one, the centaurs moved around and started to light fires for cooking and morning exercises. Most of their upper bodies, which were no different from humans, wore worn-out leather armor, while their lower horse bodies were covered with skirts and jackets made of animal skins. The female centaur didn't even have old leather armor, and only had ordinary clothes made of animal skins. It wasn't ugly, but it wasn't pretty either.

Gulu gulu~ The aroma of large pieces of mutton stewed in the vessel mixed with wild vegetables wafted over the entire tribe.

In front of a medium-to-large animal skin tent sewn from golden animal skin, two female centaurs with somewhat similar looks were stewing food.

The young female centaur stirred the food in the container with a wooden stick in her hand, but her eyes were attracted by the two male centaurs who were sparring in the open space on the left.

The rough iron swords were waved in their hands, making fierce collision sounds. The sword flowers cut out afterimages of white light along with the harsh sound of breaking through the air. As they watched, the young female centaur couldn't help but show envy in her eyes. color.

"Doma, don't stop stirring the food, otherwise it won't taste good."

The middle-aged female centaur who was preparing food with the young female centaur reminded him.

The young female centaur named Doma hurriedly looked away from the sparring team over there and began to stir the food vigorously.

The vessel is hollowed out from a large black boulder with a diameter of more than one meter, and a pot full of mutton and wild vegetables is stewed in it.

Doma held a thick wooden stick in both hands and stirred the food vigorously. After a while, she stopped stirring and added a large basket of lumpy gray plant roots into the vessel.

Under the vessel, pieces of fist-sized oval and irregular gray-white stones burst out with strong white flames, burning and licking the bottom of the stone pot. This kind of stone is called fire stone. It is picked up from the bottom of the river by the centaurs and is mostly used to stew food.

The sparring match between the two male centaurs on the other side ended.

Doma and his mother handed them furs to wipe their sweat, and then quickly filled two bowls of soup filled with mutton in stone bowls.

"Father, brother, here." Thomas handed the food to them.

"It tastes good. Doma's craftsmanship has improved." The father took a sip of the rich soup, chewed another piece of mutton, and praised his daughter.

"Really? I think the taste is the same as before, even a little bit worse." Doma's brother took a sip of the soup and curled his lips.

The father glared at the boy, but didn't say anything.

After breakfast, the leaders of the Gale Clan gathered the warriors of the tribe.

Doma's father and brother are both tribal warriors. They waved their hands with the mother and daughter and left in high spirits.

In front of the animal skin tent, Doma and his mother stood outside, looking at the large group of centaur warriors disappearing in the distance.

"Mother, there have been so many activities in the tribe recently. Did something happen?" Doma asked in confusion.

"I heard that the human army entered the wasteland." Doma's mother had a worried look in her eyes, but the worry soon subsided. She touched her daughter's head and pressed down the raised hair. comforted,

"Don't worry, the wasteland is our centaur territory. Under the leadership of the great leader Mohandsen, all dangers will be far away from our Gale Clan."

When mentioning the great leader Mohandsen, my mother's eyes were filled with trust and admiration.

Doma also nodded, her clear light brown eyes also full of trust.

The most terrifying multi-armed giant in the wasteland, its huge and ferocious head is still placed in the tent of the great leader Mohandsen.

In the evening, the setting sun is like blood.

The centaur warriors who set out early in the morning returned.

After hearing the news, the tribesmen who stayed behind came out of the tents with joyful faces to greet their families. However, when they saw the tragic appearance of the returning team covered in blood, their expressions froze.

"Leader Mohan, why didn't I see my husband? And where is my son? Have they not come back yet?"

A middle-aged female centaur's eyes were wandering around without focus, looking for her husband among the sparse centaur warriors. She searched back and forth more than a dozen times but couldn't find it. She was at a loss and asked the direction. The majestic centaur standing at the front.

The body shape is similar to that of an ordinary centaur warrior, with a height of 2.78 meters, but the temperament of this majestic centaur is very impressive. He has deep blue pupils, long black hair that spreads out half-curly, a hooked nose, a tough face, and scars all over his body.

He is Mohandsen, the centaur leader of the Swift Wind Clan, and the nominal centaur king shared by all the centaur tribes in the wilderness plains.

"Are you talking about Wendel and his son Wenqi? They died in the human sneak attack." Mohandsen told the middle-aged female centaur this cruel news without expression.

Doma, who was hiding behind the crowd and eavesdropping, was stunned.

Mohandsen ignored the middle-aged female centaur who became lost. He took out the dark blue horn from his arms, put it to his mouth, and blew hard.

The distant and deep sound of the horn sounded, spreading all over the place.

Thousands of centaurs spread across the river slopes for more than ten kilometers heard the sound of the horn, and their faces all changed.

[When the hurricane horn sounds, it is the time when the Gale Clan is in greatest danger. 】

At this moment, all the centaurs quickly packed up their precious belongings and quickly gathered towards the source of the horn sound.

"The human legion has invaded the wasteland. From now on, the Gale Clan will be led by five commanders and five teams to disperse and migrate, using guerrilla tactics."

Mohandsen gave the order with a cold expression.

Five centaur commanders with powerful auras walked out from behind him and divided the gathered tribesmen into five groups. Without a single unnecessary word, the five groups fled from different directions in a mighty manner.

Standing on the slope height, Mohandsen watched the originally lively tribe turn into dead silence, a hint of violence and ferocity flashed through his blue pupils.

"My warriors." Mohandsen looked at the hundreds of centaur warriors left behind, with an indifferent expression and a cold tone,

"The wilderness plain is our hunting ground, and all creatures are prey for our centaurs. Now, tell me what we should do."

"Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces!!!" A total of 182 powerful centaur warriors let out a thundering roar, like thousands of troops, the terrifying and condensed momentum gathered and swept upward, flying thousands of meters into the sky. The flocks of birds that passed by were frightened to death, like raindrops falling down.

More than forty years ago, the Death Hurricane Knights, who rode on the wilderness plains, drove away and slaughtered countless monsters, monsters, and humans, and secured a territory for tens of thousands of centaurs. Now, under the renewed call of the Centaur King Mohandson Next, the bloodthirsty bravery of the past was rekindled.

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