Chapter 372: Chapter 371: A Simple Ox chief

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The chief of this tribe was a very burly ox chief. His entire body was black and his height was close to four meters. The muscles all over his body bulged like a small mountain of meat. He looked even bigger than the average green titan

The Ox chief was a muscle race that was recognized by the public. There were very few mages in the tribe. Just like the gnolls, they were usually led by the strongest warrior.

Although their names are a little lame they should be from a large tribethe herdsman recalled the battle. Their mounts are very high-end and their weapons are excellent. Moreover, they are high-level beastmen

The chief heard this and pondered for a moment before looking at an old minotaur beside him. The old Minotaur's figure was clearly much thinner and his skeleton did not look big. It was obvious that he was not a strong warrior even when he was young, however, judging from his seat, his position was not low. He was almost just below the chief.

The other ox-head warriors sitting beside him did not seem to have any objections to this. This was because the old man was the leader of their tribe's witch doctor. It was very rare for the ox-head people to have a doctor, usually, if one came out, they would be treated as a treasure and raised.

The old ox-head narrowed his eyes, with an aged voice, he said, Did you see their characteristics? What exactly did they look like? You said that you were talking to cavalrymen. What were their mounts? How many people came? How many cavalrymen were in the rear?

Thisthe herdsman was stunned, then, he lowered his head in shame. At that time because of the children, I was afraid, so I didn't dare to look back. As for the appearance of the cavalryman, he was fully armored and wearing a helmet. I could only tell that he was a high-level beast from his body size, but the rest.. .

Full armor?The old ox frowned slightly. A tribe that could forge full armor was not small. At the very least, the tribe had to have a fire totem shaman. For example, the Centaur tribe next door, although they had two iron mines But because they didn't have a shaman, they could only forge some low-quality weapons

Where's the Mount?

I've never seen it beforethe herdsman lowered his head even more when he heard that. It was a very terrifying thing. It gave people a feeling that it was even more stressful than the fierce lions on the prairie. At that time, he was protecting the child and didn't dare to look at it

Coward!Hearing that, the chief immediately gasped for air and looked at the herdsman with an unfriendly expression.

The herdsman lowered his head, and his expression became even more ashamed.

Alright That's it, you can go downthe old ox-head at the side appeared very gentle, and he made the other party leave before the chief lost his temper.

When the herdsman heard that, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He hurriedly nodded and said, Yes!

The old ox-head sighed slightly. He was actually very dissatisfied with the other party giving such vague information. However, he could also understand. After all, their blackhoofed tribe had settled down here for more than a hundred years, this was the first time that a large tribe had knocked on their door!

It had to be said that the first generation of the old chief had good foresight. He had chosen an excellent place for his tribesmen to settle down. The scale of this grassland was not considered very large, but the quality was not bad, even without a shaman, it was enough for them to survive as a 10,000-strong Tauren tribe.

Moreover, the location was very good. The contiguous area had always been very desolate. Few tribes would pass by here, and even if they passed by, they would rarely pay attention to them.

After all, such a place was so far away from the main grassland. To touch a 10,000-strong Tauren tribe was very strenuous and unrewarding

Therefore, even if some large tribes occasionally passed by, they did not plan to do anything to them in the end, while some small tribes would not be able to snatch territory from a tribe formed by pure Tauren like them

The only trouble was the Centaur tribe next door. Every once in a while, they would have wicked thoughts towards this grassland, testing and harassing them from time to time, but every time, they would be ruthlessly taught a lesson!

To be honest, even the old witch doctor himself thought that his tribe would settle down here forever It was not until more than half a year ago, when the Centaur tribe next door heard that they had been wiped out by a group of wandering tribes, that their hearts began to be on guard.

During this half a year, they had been actively preparing their martial arts, but they did not expect that when the bandits did not come, it would actually be a large tribe that would knock on the door first

A bunch of trash!The chief said hatefully, Uncle Ruda, call our tribesmen. We will teach those outsiders a bitter lesson!

Waitthe old witch doctor hurriedly stopped him, If it really is a large tribe, rashly starting a war would be a disaster for the entire tribe!

What kind of large tribe can have such a ghost name? Moreover . . Do We have to surrender if we don't fight?The chief said with a frown.

The old witch doctor looked at the new chief and sighed slightly. This guy had his father's courage, but he was still missing something

Chief, we have to figure out the situation first. The old bullhead said earnestly, If the other party is really a big tribe with a strong foundation, it's actually not a bad thing to surrender to them. A good tribe has a strong cultural foundation. With excellent shamans and witch doctors, our children will be able to eat higher-level food, and our tribesmen will suffer less from diseases. Moreover, the warriors of the big tribes have higher-level body tempering methods, and they will be rewarded to the warriors who fight bravely. If we can earn some battle merits and bring those methods back to our tribe, we will be able to make our tribe stronger!

Hearing this, the older generation of bull-headed warriors deeply agreed. Although the grassland they were guarding could keep their clansmen from starving to death, they were not living well. Most of their clansmen could only eat milk skin, only a small number of outstanding warriors were given meat treatment, but even for a small number of people, the quality of the meat was not very good.

The clan's training methods were obtained after the clan leader had served in a gray wolf clan for more than half of his life. It was very shallow, and the clan had not produced a single silver-rank warrior in the past hundred years.

This also made many of the ambitious youths in the tribe unwilling to stay in the tribe. Once they reached adulthood, many of the outstanding seedlings chose to go out and wander, going to the grasslands to gamble for an opportunity but it was a pity. For so many years, not a single one had returned

There are so many benefits? Then What are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and Vote?Upon hearing that there was still a chance to obtain an advanced body tempering method, the tribe leader immediately changed his battle stance and said with an excited expression.

I. . .A few of the old warriors covered their faces and turned their heads away. If it wasn't for the fact that this idiot was the chief, they might not have been able to resist going up and slapping his head down, wanting to see if what was inside was all grass

However, there was nothing they could do. Who asked this fellow in their clan to be the best fighter? Although this fellow was a little silly, his strength was still there. He was the Tauren in the clan who had the highest possibility of stepping into the threshold of silver-tier warriors in the past hundred years!

Looking at the silly chief, the old witch doctor also covered his head, however, he still said patiently, It's not a small matter to seek refuge with a large tribe because this means that the young warriors of our tribe will be recruited by the other party and used for war. If we seek refuge with a tribe that looks large but is actually a motley crew, that would be a devastating blow to us.

Then fighting isn't the same, nor is surrendering. What exactly do we want?The chief immediately became depressed!

The Tauren:

First, tell the boys to get ready!The old witch doctor shook his head, giving up on continuing to explain, he directly took over the command and said, Varg, go and organize it. Gather all the warriors, equip them with our best weapons, and bring out the battle formation!

Eh are we still going to fight?The chief was dumbfounded.

We don't have to fightold bull said, No matter if we want to fight or surrender, we have to at least show our strength. Even if we have to surrender later and show enough strength, we can ask for more conditions after we surrender!

Oh, I seethe chief looked like he suddenly understood!

Old Ox looked at his chief. He didn't know whether the other party really understood or had some other inexplicable understanding, but the fact that he didn't raise any objections made him slightly relieved.

Then, he stood up and said seriously, Let's go and see who this little cabbage tribe is. They actually came so far to greet us