The chief of this tribe is a very burly tauren, black all over, nearly four meters tall, and bulging muscles like a small meat mountain. It looks a little bigger than an ordinary green titan...

The Muscle Races recognized by the Taurus, and the tribe rarely produces mage professions. Like the gnolls, they usually take the strongest warriors as their leader.

"Although the name is a bit frustrated... it should be from a large tribe..." The herder recalled the formation at that time: "Their mounts are very high-end, with excellent weapons, and are also high-level beasts..."

The chief pondered for a moment and looked at an old bullhead next to him. The old bullhead was obviously much thinner and his skeleton didn't look big. Obviously, even when he was young, he was not a strong warrior, but his status was not low in his seat, almost under the chief.

There seems to be no objection to the other Niutou warriors sitting next to them, because the old man is the leader of the witch doctor in their tribe. It is very rare for a Niutou to be a doctor. Often, one of them is offered as a treasure and is offered as a treasure.

The old bull head squinted his eyes and said in an old voice: "Can you see their characteristics clearly? What exactly do they look like? You just said that the cavalry was talking to you, what are the mounts? How many people came? How many cavalrymen in the rear accounted for?"

"This..." The herdsman was stunned and then lowered his head in shame: "At that time......... because there were children, I was afraid, so I didn't dare to look back. As for the appearance of the cavalry, he was full of armor and helmets. I could only tell from his body that he was a higher beast clan, and others..."

"High armor in full body?" The old bullhead frowned slightly. It is generally not small to build a tribe with full body heavy armor. At least there must be fire totem shamans in the tribe. Like the Centaur tribe next door, although it has two iron ore, because there are no shamans, they can only create some inferior weapons...

"Where is the mount?"

"I haven't seen it before..." The herdsman buried his head lowered when he heard this: "A very terrifying thing gives people a feeling that it is more stressful than the evil lions on the grassland. He protected the child at that time and did not dare to look at him directly..."

"Coward!" The chief immediately breathed a few breaths of white breath when he heard this, and looked at the herdsman with an unkind look on his face.

The herder lowered his head and looked even more ashamed.

"Okay...that's it, you go down..." The old bull head next to him seemed very gentle and promptly let the chief retreat before he got angry.

The herdsman felt relieved when he heard this, and nodded quickly and said, "Yes!"

The old bullhead sighed slightly. He was actually very dissatisfied with the other party's vague information, but he could understand it. After all, their Black Hoof Clan has settled in the house for more than a hundred years, and this is the first time that the large tribe has been blocked by a gate!

I have to say that the first generation of old chief had a good vision and chose an excellent place for the tribesmen to settle down. The grassland is not very large in size, but the quality is good. Even without shamans, it is enough for them to survive a bull-headed tribe with a scale of ten thousand people.

Moreover, the location is very well blocked, and the continuous places are always desolate. Few tribes will pass by here, and even if they pass by, they will rarely call them to pay attention.

After all, it is very thankless to move a tribe of Taurus that is so far away from the main grassland...

So even if some large tribes pass by occasionally, they don’t plan to do anything to them in the end, while some small tribes want to grab territory from tribes like them formed by pure taurens...

The only troublesome thing is the centaur next door. Every once in a while, they will have bad thoughts about this pasture and test and harass them from time to time, but they will be taught a lesson every time!

To be honest, even the old witch doctor himself thought that his tribe would remain stable here forever... It was not until half a year ago that the centaur tribe next door heard that it was taken over by a group of wandering tribes that he began to be alert.

They have been actively preparing for martial arts for the past six months, but they didn't expect that the robbers would not come, and a large tribe would come first to block the door...

"A bunch of waste!" The chief said angrily: "Uncle Lu Da, call the clan members, let's teach those outsiders a hateful lesson!"

"Slow down..." The old witch doctor quickly stopped him: "If it is really a big tribe, it will be a disaster for the extermination of the clan!"

"What kind of tribe can this kind of ghost name be? And... can you surrender if you don't fight?" the chief frowned.

The old witch doctor looked at the newly appointed chief when he heard this and sighed slightly. This guy had the courage of his father, but he still had some things missing...

"Sir, we have to figure out the situation before talking about it..." Old Niutao said earnestly: "If the other party is really a large tribe with background, it is not a bad thing to surrender to them. A good tribe has a profound cultural heritage and excellent shamans and witch doctors. It can allow our children to eat higher food and reduce the suffering of many diseases. Moreover, the warriors in the large tribe have more advanced physical training methods and will reward the brave warriors. If they can fight for some military achievements and bring those methods back to the tribe, they can make our tribe stronger!"

I heard that the older generation of bull-headed warriors here agree. Although the pasture they are guarding now can make the tribe members unable to starve to death, they are not doing well. Most tribe members can only eat milk, and only a small number of excellent soldiers are treated with meat, but even those small numbers of people have not good quality.

The training methods in the clan were obtained by the former clan leader who worked in a Gray Wolf tribe for most of his life. They were very superficial, which made the clan not have a silver-level warrior born in the clan for a hundred years.

This also made many young people with high spirits in the clan unwilling to stay in the clan. As soon as they became adults, many excellent seedlings chose to wander and go to the grassland to gain opportunities... But unfortunately... for so many years, none of them have been able to come back...

"There are so many benefits? Then...what are you waiting for? Let's vote quickly?" As soon as he heard that he still had a chance to get a profound body-building method, the chief immediately changed his attitude towards the main battle just now and said with an excited look on his face.

"I..." Several old soldiers covered their faces and turned their heads. If it weren't for the chief, they might have been unable to help but go up and take pictures of his head, wanting to see if the inside is full of grass...

But there is nothing I can do. Who told me that this guy in their family is the best at fighting? Although this guy is a little stupid, his strength is still there. He is the most likely person in the clan to reach the threshold of a silver warrior in the past century!

Looking at the silly chief, the old witch doctor also covered his head, but he still said patiently: "Surviving in large tribes is not a tribe, because it means that the young and strong warriors of our tribe will be recruited by the other party for war. If they surrender to a tribe that looks large but is actually a group of mobs, it will be a devastating blow to us."

"That's not to fight, nor to surrender. What's going on?" The chief suddenly became depressed!

Taurus: "......"

"Call the men and women first!" The old witch doctor shook his head, gave up and continued to explain, and took over the command and said, "Wag, go and organize, gather all the soldiers, equip our best weapons, and take out the formation!"

"Uh...will you still have to fight?" the chief said dumbfounded.

"It's not necessary to fight..." Lao Niu said: "Whether we want to fight or reduce, we must at least show our strength. Even if we want to reduce later and show enough strength, we will better demand more conditions after the reduction!"

"Oh, so that's it..." The chief looked like he suddenly realized!

Lao Niu looked at his chief, not knowing whether the other party really understood or had other inexplicable understandings, but the failure to raise objections at this time made him feel a little relieved.

Then he stood up and said in a stern voice: "Let's go, let's go and see who this little cabbage tribe is, and he actually ran so far to recruit you..."
Chapter completed!