Compared with Atwood's anxious journey, the other team heading to the tauren territory seemed very comfortable.
This is a team of demihuman tribe.
Except for a dozen Deinosuchus dragging their bulky bodies in the team, the rest were werewolves riding two-meter-high wolves.
There were not many of them, but because of the narrow road, they stretched for several miles, like a white silk thread running through the mountains and ravines.
They also walked slowly, because many wargs were carrying daily supplies for the Taurian tribe on their backs.
A white warg was happily walking back and forth in front of the team.
Its hair has grown a lot with the changing seasons, so it looks very elegant while running.
It carried a werewolf girl on its back, with bright eyes and white teeth, and long, shiny silver hair simply tied into a ponytail with a ribbon. It swayed back and forth according to the owner's mood, enjoying a lot of sunshine.
The girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old. She has a fair face and is very delicate. Her two slender eyebrows extend towards her temples. Together with the long unsheathed knife on her back, she looks heroic.
It was like she was going out for the first time and she was very curious about everything around her.
Sometimes she left the team to chase a squirrel collecting winter food, and sometimes she squatted in front of a wild flower and stared at it blankly. This made the wolf leader in front of her give instructions from time to time to keep her in the team.
Of course, she was very restless after returning to the team.
Sometimes he grabbed a few weeds and secretly inserted them into the braid of another wolf warrior; sometimes he took small stones and threw them at the Deinosuchus. They grew into armor-like shapes, and their skin covered with bone spurs did not hurt.
Let the girl's silver bell-like laughter continue, rippling in the mountains and ravines with the wind.
The warriors from both the Deinosuchus tribe and the Werewolf tribe all gave kind smiles to this mischievous girl.
Because they have long been used to it.
This girl has always been a pistachio in both tribes.
"Alexia, if you keep fooling around, don't think of it next time!"
Finally, the leader of the wolf pack, a middle-aged werewolf with two fangs as big as his chin, lectured her in a loud voice.
The girl's answer was to make a face, and then ran to the back of the team with a smile.
She must not be afraid of her brother, Cage Adrian, the leader of the werewolf tribe.
The werewolves are the most powerful tribe of the Blood Rock demi-humans in the north today.
There are three strong men in the clan, and the number of clan members is nearly 30,000, accounting for almost half of the entire tribal alliance.
The most striking appearance feature of this race is that they have silver hair. Except for the two fangs in the male's mouth that slowly grow longer as their strength increases after adulthood, everything else, such as height and body shape, is no different from the human race.
But their racial talent is animal transformation!
During battle, they can use up their physical strength to transform into human-wolves that walk upright, are extremely powerful and extremely agile.
It is equivalent to entering a state of bloodthirsty rage, but maintaining sanity.
Of course, becoming a beast also comes with a price.
Except for those who have entered the realm of strong men, as long as the rest of the werewolves transform into beasts, it is equivalent to entering a desperate moment. If they cannot kill the enemy in a short burst of time, they will be exhausted and paralyzed.
The earth is at the mercy of others.
Moreover, there is a threshold for animal transformation.
Werewolves who have not reached the peak of warrior strength cannot transform into beasts.
The cost of forcibly transforming into a beast is the consumption of vitality. In the war involving the survival of the race more than two hundred years ago, many werewolves proved this with their lives.
"Cage, don't always scold little Alexia."
A Deinosuchus walking beside Cage smiled with a big mouth full of fangs, "When you were this big, you were much more naughty than little Alexia!"
He is Cano Abigail, leader of the Deinosuchus tribe.
The Deinosuchus are an amphibious demi-human race. On land, they can fight upright. Their huge size and racial talent covered with sharp bone spurs give them a combat power that is no less than that of a tauren; while in the water, they can hold their breath and dive.
It can swim for a long time and is especially good at sneak attacks from underwater.
They had been allies with the werewolves long before the Holy Empire was established.
Because the number of this race has always been very small, never exceeding a thousand people, and their large and bulky bodies make them move slowly, so they rely on the werewolves with strong mobility to warn them of external dangers and transport supplies.
"That's it! That's it!"
As soon as Kano finished speaking, the Storm Eagle clan standing on the back of the warg also joined in, "The Big Mouth Monster is right, Cage, don't be like your father who has returned to the embrace of his ancestors, always preaching and pleasing people every day.
Disgusting!"
He is Johnny Samantha, also the leader of the Storm Eagle Clan.
The characteristics of the Storm Eagle Tribe are a pair of wings, a pair of sharp claws, and a hooked beak on their face. They were not classified as demihumans before the establishment of the Holy Empire. They thrived in the Alps and have been living a long life.
They lived a peaceful life without any conflict with the human race. But later, as the human army pursued the demi-human tribe to the Blood Rock in the north and stepped into their hunting grounds, they became part of the tribal alliance.
The population of this race is even more sparse, remaining at four to five hundred.
But their status in the tribal alliance is transcendent.
The reason is that in the last war between the tribal alliance and the human race, it was because they were constantly monitoring the direction and route of the human army's attack from high altitude that allowed the demi-human race to take the upper hand in the war and have the opportunity to save women and children in time.
Avoid the butcher knife.
It can be said that all the demihuman tribes owe a debt of gratitude to the Storm Eagle Clan.
Because back then, they didn't have to participate in the war at all - their lair was located on the mountain cliff, and even if the humans entered the blood rock in the north, their survival would not be endangered.
Today, the three leaders all appeared in an ordinary procession of transporting daily supplies. It was not that they were doing nothing, but that the promise made by the snake-man high priest to Kafka was fulfilled.
Half a month ago, the Snake Tribe sent several envoys to the Northern Blood Rock, strongly announcing that the Eaton family was under the protection of the Snake Tribe. If the demihuman tribe dared to make any war-related move against the Eaton territory, they would
It will be regarded as a provocation to the snake people, and a war between the two sides will come!
The threat of this arrogant posture aroused the indignation of many demihuman tribes.
But none of them vented their anger, and no race proposed to make the snake people pay the price for their arrogance.
The reason is simple.
For the demi-human tribe in Blood Rock in the north, the snake-men are too powerful!
They are kings!
The Unburnt One, Irma Liesta, was an ancient alien species who was defeated by a peak human demigod two hundred years ago, but was able to escape unscathed. And all the demihuman tribes knew that this ancient alien species
Now hidden behind the blood rock in the north, the Forest of Death is relying on active volcanoes to purify its blood and strive to transform into a true ancient creature.
Once it succeeds, the world will have another demigod crowned.
In other words, the Snake Tribe has the strength to defeat or even annihilate all demi-human tribe alliances.
No demihuman tribe is willing to face such an enemy.
In particular, the snake people are known for holding grudges!
At that time, the Eaton family also brought benefits to the demihuman tribe to improve their war strength - they formed a new caravan that could pass through the Terror Swamp and bring weapons and armor forged by the dwarves to the demihuman tribe.
Therefore, Cage, the leader of the werewolf tribe who was the first to learn the news, discussed with the leaders of the Deinosuchus tribe and the Storm Eagle tribe, and decided to seek the wisdom and guidance of the Tauren High Priest before convening a tribal alliance meeting.
Linn Ghosthoof, the tauren high priest who has lived for more than a hundred years, is the oldest man on the Blood Rock in the north and the most famous wise man.
His wisdom and prestige can make many tribes obey him heartily.
It can make tribal alliance meetings very efficient.
Three days later, the team finally arrived at the Tauren Territory.
The leader of the Tauren tribe was already waiting there with fifty tribesmen.
There is no figure of High Priest Linn here. He is very old and can no longer endure any travel. It takes two days to walk from the totem wood altar where he lives, and it is all up and down mountain roads.
"Oh, Karl Bloodhoof, has your clan's underground palace hot spring been opened?"
There was a long distance between the two parties, and Kano of the Deinosuchus clan waved and asked loudly, "I came here for this, not to see your huge old face!"
Tiny parasites often grow under the skeletal skin of Deinosuchus.
Although it is not harmful to health, it will make him unbearably itchy.
This is also the reason why the bulky Deinosuchus is willing to trek to the Niutou territory. Under the high temperature of the spring water, most of the parasitic insects will die.
The tauren leader also smiled and waved, "I know you're coming too, our underground palace hot spring opened five days ago, you can go and soak for three days and three nights now!"
Satisfied, Kano opened his big mouth full of fangs and came up directly to give the tauren leader a hug. He also maliciously tried to pick up the three-meter-tall tauren.
Of course, he definitely couldn't do it. "In the name of my ancestors, I praise you, Bloodhoof. You have become a lot stronger. Do you have to look down and snatch the food from the cub every day?"
The Tauren tribe only has three surname suffixes.
Each clan member does not have a surname when they are born. When they reach adulthood and awaken the racial talent of earth, their names will be given the suffix of black hoof.
The tribal leader will automatically inherit the suffix of Bloodhoof, just like Ghosthoof is exclusive to the high priest.
"Hahaha..."
The tauren leader Karl also hugged him back, "Kano, only you can do this kind of thing, otherwise your mouth will be so big in vain!"
The sincere tauren are as good at telling jokes as any other race.
"Stupid bull head with sharp horns, if you entertain me with a rock snake smaller than your hooves, then you will lose my friendship! I swear by the few remaining teeth of the Big Mouth Monster!"
A sharp sound came from the air, and Johnny from the Storm Eagle tribe spread his wings and glided directly onto Kano's shoulder, and rubbed one of his wings against Kano's head.
Kano didn't react at all to this and seemed to be used to it.
These two guys, whose body proportions are very different, would definitely quarrel within less than three sentences each time, but the friendship between the two is very deep, the kind that can be proved by their lives.
"The proud son of the sky, Johnny Samantha, a kind-hearted tauren will not treat friends from far away harshly. A rock snake bigger than my hoof has been prepared in the hot spring underground palace. If you are not afraid of being filled,
Now you can go and enjoy the delicious food.”
The kind-hearted Carl Bloodhoof didn't mind Johnny's meanness at all, and he laughed with his mouth wide open.
"Big Mouth Monster, hurry up, aren't you thinking about taking a bath in the hot springs? Hurry up!"
After receiving a satisfactory reply, Johnny couldn't wait to urge Kano at his feet. He seemed to have seen the delicious food waving at him.
"Damn sharp-beaked bird! I guess you are so greedy that you can't wait any longer!"
Kano said sarcastically, but his pace was not slow. He did not forget to wave to the tribesmen behind him, "Young men, follow up! Let the strong tauren carry those supplies by themselves. I believe they will be more capable."
happy to!"
The tauren were indeed very happy.
They didn't need the leader to say anything, so they just unloaded the supplies on the wargs' backs and carried them back.
Cage, the leader of the werewolf tribe, was still riding on the warg, and was slowly heading towards the tauren totem wooden altar side by side with Carl Bloodhoof.
The greeting between the two of them was bland.
They just patted each other hard on the shoulders, and then started talking softly.
In the demihuman alliance, the Werewolf Tribe and the Deinosuchus Tribe have always been on the same side, while the Violent Eagle Tribe has always been indifferent, so Cage was the one in charge of this trip.
"Elder Bloodhoof, we haven't seen each other for many years."
"Ever since your father returned to the embrace of our ancestors, you haven't had time to come to our territory, Cage. Let me think about it, it must have been thirteen years, right? Before you were here, you killed several centaurs.
"
"Yes, it has been thirteen years! Powerful Elder Bloodhoof, your appearance has not changed, and your kindness is still heart-breaking, but I am no longer the worry-free werewolf warrior I used to be, but a father of four children.
With the leader who cares about the survival of his people."
"Don't doubt yourself, Cage. Your fangs prove that you have the ability to protect your tribe. I believe that you will do better than your father."
Kal Bloodhoof smiled and comforted.
Suddenly he felt something approaching his horns from behind, so he immediately stopped laughing and turned around to look.
What appeared in his eyes was a very beautiful werewolf girl.
She was standing on tiptoes on a snow-white warg, reaching out to touch his horns.
Seeing him turning around, he immediately retracted his little hand, showing a sweet smile and two small fangs, "Strong Elder Bloodhoof, do you mind letting weak Alexia touch the horns?"
Bar?"
The strength of male werewolves can be seen in their fangs.
The longer it is, the stronger it is. For example, Cage's fangs are almost flush with his chin, which indicates the strength of a strong person.
But women are different.
Their fangs have always maintained a slightly pointed length, regardless of whether their strength has changed or not.
"Nonsense! Alexia, apologize to Elder Bloodhoof immediately!"
Seeing this, Cage scolded loudly and quickly explained to Karl, "I'm sorry, Elder Bloodhoof, this is my youngest sister Alexia. My father passed away when she was only four years old.
, so I have been lacking in discipline, so I offended you today.”
"Cage, you don't need to apologize. When your father came to my tribe to help defend against the centaur bastards, he often teased my little calves with his fangs." The tauren leader stopped his apology with a smile, and then turned around.
He looked at the little girl and said, "You can touch her if you want, I don't mind, haha."
After getting permission, Alexia immediately put it into action.
Then he said thank you to Karl, stuck out his tongue at Cage, and ran away with a smile.
"you..."
Cage was also so angry that he was speechless for a moment.