When two patrolling centaurs, old and young, brought Atwood back, it caused a sensation as expected.
Many centaurs living around the golden tent, regardless of men, women, old or young, all stopped what they were doing and whispered to each other with surprise and novelty on their faces.
Without him, Atwood, who was carried on a spear, would still be alive.
This alone is enough to make them incredible.
The small commotion soon attracted the attention of the chief guard of the Golden Horde, who was pushing aside the tribesmen and slowly walked over.
It is the youngest brother of Julius and the most trusted centaur. It is even responsible for the guarding duties outside the Golden Tent.
The older centaur patrol trotted over quickly and lowered his head respectfully, "Powerful captain of the guard, we found this human during our patrol. He has been claiming to see the Khan. We think he may give
We brought information about the human world, so we brought it back on our own initiative."
"Well, you did a good job."
The captain of the guard nodded and walked straight to Atwood. At this time, he threw the young centaur patrol on the ground, "Human, tell me your purpose of stepping into the grassland."
Its voice was neither urgent nor slow, full of arrogance and contempt for the human race's demands.
The tall body cast a long shadow in the sunlight, imprisoning Atwood like a dark cage.
"You are not a Khan."
Atwood managed to stand up, walked out of its shadow, raised his head slightly and looked at it, "Take me to your khan, your khan will thank you for your wisdom."
"Um?"
The unexpected answer made the captain of the guard tilt his head, revealing a hint of joking, "Give me a reason. My brother, why does the great Khan want to see you?"
"I am Teutonic, the only Teutonic."
"Hahaha..."
The captain of the guard raised his head and laughed, shouting at the onlookers, his voice full of malicious banter, "Did you hear it? This two-legged sheep said he was a Teutonic! Oh, he is a Teutonic
!”
"Hahaha~~"
"Oh, he is Teutonic~~"
"Pay tribute to the Teutons who came back from the dead! Haha~~"
All the centaurs present were laughing and joking.
After a while, the captain of the guard raised his hand to stop the noise. The smile on its face was as warm as the warm sun in spring, and it asked again slowly, "I will give you one more chance, human, to tell you your reasons.
"
"I am Teutonic."
Atwood has never been a man of many words.
"damn it!"
The captain of the guard, who was still smiling just now, suddenly roared and rushed over with all his strength. He lifted Atwood with one hand and grabbed Atwood's neck with the other hand. "Weak human! You succeeded in irritating me."
!If you don’t give a reasonable explanation, I will unscrew your head right now and use your skull to make a wine vessel!”
Atwood was lifted up and said no more.
He just looked at it with very indifferent eyes, without a trace of fear on his face.
Look at each other for a long time.
One had a fierce look, and the other had a dull look, which made the surrounding centaurs feel that the atmosphere was very depressing.
"Very good, I believe you are Teutonic."
It was the captain of the guard who broke the silence, and it smiled again, "Your ugly face and hard bones are indeed Teutonic, just like the Teutonic ones in the mouth of the old men in the tribe." It put Atwood down gently and carefully.
He helped straighten the wrinkled collar, and when he turned around and walked towards the golden tent, he didn't forget to send the wine bag out, "You wait first."
Atwood didn't wait long.
After holding a large wine bag and taking a few mouthfuls, the captain of the guard took him outside the golden tent.
"go in."
It said carelessly, not caring whether the human in front of it wanted to assassinate the Khan.
In other words, their Khan Julius is confident enough.
The Golden Tent is huge, but a bit crowded because many female centaurs are also inside.
These are beauties carefully selected by each tribe, in order to inherit the rain and dew of the Khan and inherit the bloodline of the strong, and breed more powerful offspring. The sheer number made Atwood, who just walked in, feel that this Khan is indeed
It deserves to be praised as "unprecedented", at least in terms of enthusiasm for reproducing future generations.
The centaur's reproductive behavior has never shied away from the eyes of outsiders.
They are often carried out in full view of the public, provided that the female centaur is willing. Of course, for the centaur Khan, the female centaur must be willing even if she is not willing.
At this moment, Julius was straddling a petite female centaur, completely ignoring Atwood who walked in.
Atwood ignored it as well.
In his stubborn understanding, centaurs are evil creatures and should not be defined by the etiquette and moral standards of intelligent races, so he doesn't find it strange. Even if someone claims that centaurs like to eat the excrement of their own race, he will be displeased.
Not surprised and willing to believe.
He has been hungry for several days.
So when he saw roast lamb, cheese and fine wine placed on the huge tables in the tent, he went directly over and sat down to enjoy the meal.
He acted casually, as if he was the master of the golden tent.
What is even more strange is that Julius, who witnessed all this, did not stop, and did not punish the two-legged sheep with anger for daring to challenge the Khan's authority.
I do not know how long it has been.
Hiccup~~
Atwood, who was concentrating on filling his stomach, burped happily.
From the corner of his eye, he happened to see Khan Julius, who had finished his work at some point, standing beside him, looking down at him with interest.
It is very strong.
He is nearly four meters tall, which is a whole circle bigger than other centaurs.
The golden mane that grows from the neck along the spine is as dazzling as the midsummer sunshine in the tent.
"Are you Teutonic?"
Its voice was also very rich, causing the wine in the glass to ripple; it was also very smart, and its next words hit the nail on the head, "So, you came to see me to dedicate yourself to me as the key to the north?"
"
"Yes, and also wrong."
Atwood raised his hand, making a gesture of invitation to sit down, "Let them all go out. If you want to be a great khan, you should know that there are some things that cannot be known to third parties."
"Haha, I swear on my father's name, you are the funniest Teutonic person ever!"
Julius looked at the humans in front of him and laughed, then waved his hand to drive away the many female centaurs, "Teutonic, you are teaching a khan to do things. So, if your words don't put me in a good mood, then
I promise to make you feel that even death is a luxury."
Atwood ignored his threat and shook his glass blankly for a while before saying, "The human demigods are going to die, and you are going south, and I can give you the chance to annihilate the Griffin Legion. Let your