Iron tree is a tree species that only grows in severe cold areas.
Its trunk reaches straight into the clouds and never branches; its texture is very hard, no less than an iron sword; it is the best arrow material in the world, and it is also an Asian species that thrives in the northern blood rock where iron ore is scarce.
The most common weapon material among human tribes.
For example, the tall and powerful tauren use a piece of iron wood as a weapon.
However, the tauren clan gave the iron trees growing in this area a different meaning.
Because this is where the Tauren's tomb is.
Regardless of the reason for the death of the tauren, as long as the body can be recovered, it will be cremated, and then a hole will be dug in the land and an iron tree will be planted with the ashes.
When this iron tree becomes useful, it will become a weapon used to kill the descendants of the tauren.
The tauren firmly believe that this iron tree, which grew from the ashes of their fathers, will give them courage and strength.
However, as the iron weapons transferred from the Eaton family accumulated, the iron trees here were rarely cut down, but the tradition of planting an iron tree for the deceased was still preserved.
The leader of the tauren, Carl Bloodhoof, is now standing in front of an iron tree.
This is the tomb of his father, the previous generation of tauren leader.
This iron tree has been growing for more than thirty years, and his father has also returned to the embrace of his ancestors for more than thirty years.
His father had the strength of a strong man, but he was severely injured when fighting the Centaur Khan, so he did not have a lifespan of more than a hundred years like other strong men.
In this large iron forest, there are many warriors with the same fate as his father.
They all died in the war with the Centaur tribe. During their lifetime, they used their lives to protect the race from the Centaur invasion. After their death, they turned into iron trees to protect the tribe from wind and rain.
The war that lasted for two hundred years caused the Tauren clan to be severely damaged.
The high priest said during a sacrifice that when the number of tauren was at its lowest, it was less than 3,000. In the war at that time, women and children already fought together.
Carl is over sixty years old.
He is a qualified leader and a much-loved leader.
Every time he fought against a centaur, he was always the first to rush towards the enemy, and the last to come back when he retreated.
It has been more than forty years since he first set foot on the battlefield with his father when he was fifteen years old, to when his father died and led his people to the battlefield!
The tauren never get a good death as a warrior.
Because every tauren will still rush to the battlefield when he is old and weak, and then come back as a corpse.
For the Tauren, revenge against the Centaurs is an unforgettable hatred and a belief.
But today, the high priest who is loved by the whole clan and deeply respected by him actually wants to adopt the words of that human and will never take revenge on the centaurs from the blood rock in the north.
This iron forest will lose its meaning.
It was difficult for him to accept this.
Although he knew that the high priest did nothing wrong, everything was for the sake of the better reproduction of the race.
Because of this, his heart was even more painful - he was the leader, and he had to put aside his personal emotions and support the smooth implementation of this decision.
Returning to the ancestral homeland is a very difficult battle. After successfully returning, the Niu Rentou clan must recuperate and recuperate. Before returning to its heyday of 20,000 people, it is impossible for him to lead his clan to run to the northeastern land to fight against the Teutons.
There are people and horses.
Yes, he may never have the chance to take revenge on the Centaur in this life.
"Father, if it were you, what would you choose?"
"The high priest said, don't rush for revenge. The rotten fruit will fall from the tree by itself, but I can't wait until the fruit rots~~"
........
His calves with bent joints were already kneeling in the ground. He placed his hands on the iron tree that grew from his father's ashes. He murmured to himself with blurred eyes, trying to find something in this iron forest where countless heroic souls rested.
An inner relief.
"Karl, have you figured it out?"
After an unknown amount of time, the old voice of the high priest sounded from behind.
"High Priest, I, I am not willing to..."
Karl didn't look back, he just laid the huge bull's head on the ground, his broad shoulders shaking constantly, suppressing his cries. Being alone just now, the sounds of the clansmen who died in the battle kept reappearing in his mind.
"well..."
The high priest sat in front of him, and placed his two chicken claw-like hands on Karl's head, rubbing it back and forth.
"Son, I understand your pain."
"Most of my fathers and descendants sleep in this iron forest. Most of the warriors in our clan sleep in this iron forest."
"The blood of the Tauren clan has been retained too much, and it can no longer be retained."
"Bloodhoof is the suffix of the leader's name. It has been throughout the ages. They have sacrificed everything for the survival of the race. Now, you are the owner of this suffix. The eyes of the ancestors stay on you. Do you seek revenge and let the race
The decision for better reproduction is in your hands."
"Karl, I am also very unwilling, but I know that we cannot cut off the hope of future generations just because of our generation's unwillingness~"
...........
In the faint voice of the high priest, Karl finally burst into tears.
He knew the responsibility on his shoulders, so his wailing voice was like a night owl in the forest of death. It was hard to hear, but also very real. Not only for the hatred in his own bones, but also for all the tauren heroes who died unyieldingly in battle.
One month later.
Like fire, the rising sun dyes the grassland red, but when it falls on people, there is no warmth at all.
A small dirt bag two hundred miles outside the tauren territory, the golden tent of Centaur Khan Julius fell here three days ago.
This is a very ordinary little dirt bag. There are countless such little dirt bags on the vast grassland. The reason why I chose this place is because this location will soon be the dividing point between the territories of the two races in the future.
The tauren tribe still chose to make an oath with the centaurs.
The content of the reconciliation agreement between the two tribes was just like the Teutonic private proposal, and the Centaur Khan did not find any language flaws in it until Julius discovered it.
In other words, even if it finds it, it doesn't matter.
Its race is not afraid of the demihuman tribes of the Blood Rock in the north, and it wants to reach a reconciliation just as a temporary measure to prepare for the death feast of human demigods.
When it leads its people southward in the future, if the demihuman tribe wants to become its enemy, then let the war begin as planned!
The Centaur tribe's fanaticism for war is engraved in their bones!
Witnessed by the three leaders of the Werewolf Tribe, the Deinosuchus Tribe and the Storm Eagle Tribe, Carl Bloodhoof and Julius Saxon cut their palms open and held the wounds tightly together.
"I, the leader of the tauren tribe, Karl Bloodhoof."
"I, the only Khan of the Centaurs, Julius Saxon."
"In the name of our ancestors, we make a blood contract and we will never cross here and enter the territory of the centaurs (tauren)..."
After the ceremony, both parties were willing to take another look and left.
Although the war has temporarily ceased, the hatred engraved in our bones will not be resolved by the oath.
It will soon be late autumn, and the world is in a state of depression. There are already faint traces of red clouds in the sky. Maybe it will snow in a few days. Winter in Blood Rock in the north comes very early every year.
The werewolf team is already returning.
Different from when they arrived, there were three thousand prairie horses and tens of thousands of sheep, making the team extremely bloated.
For this reason, the tauren also sent many tribesmen to drive a few Kodo beasts to carry the furs, medicines and other trading materials collected in the territory on behalf of the wargs. Because carnivores naturally suppress herbivores, the wargs of the werewolf tribe
Not suitable for staying in the team.
The wolf girl Alexia was not as excited and naughty as when she arrived.
Instead, she hid her natural beauty and lay glumly on the back of the Kodo.
She also made her mount, the pure white warg, look up at her from time to time. She didn't know why the owner abandoned her and lay on the huge and ugly creature.
What made her unhappy was that her request to stay in the tauren territory was rejected.
It wasn't that Niu Rentou refused, but that her brother Cage didn't agree, so she tied him up with a rope and took him back.
"Alexia?"
Cage drove the warg from the front of the team to join the kodo beasts.
no answer.
"Dear Alexia?"
Still no answer.
Cage sighed secretly and decided to say hello in another way. He knew this sister too well.
"It seems that someone is not willing to meet the human caravan. I thought Grandma's proposal would make her happy! Alas... forget it, I'd better take Kano's son, he hasn't been there yet
Woolen cloth!"
After saying that, he lightly crossed his legs, and the warg on his crotch rushed towards the front of the team.
"Brother, dear brother, I am willing to go!"
Alexia suddenly jumped off the back of the Kodo beast, landed accurately on the white warg, and chased Cage's back.
The movements in one go fully demonstrate the strength of the werewolf tribe.
When she was side by side with Cage, she showed two fangs and smiled brightly, "Brother, grandma asked you to take me with you when you welcome the human caravan? Hehe~"
"Have it?"
Cage just glanced at her.
"Yes, yes, you just said it, and I heard it very clearly!"
The little girl was busy with her hands and feet.
"Um..."
The man rubbed his hands on the two fangs that were level with his chin. This was his habit of expressing his thoughts, "Oh, I remembered. However, when I promised grandma, there were conditions."
"I agree to any condition, and you will be my best brother! You are much better than the stingy second brother!"
"Really? Why did I hear grandma say that you always dislike me for taking care of this?"
"No, grandma remembered it wrong. I clearly meant the second brother."
"Okay then. Well, when welcoming the human caravan, you are not allowed to leave my sight for a step!"
nod.
"Everything you do must first get my permission."
nod.
"Don't be as naughty as this time on the road."
The head is like a chicken pecking at rice.
"After you go home, please spend some time with grandma. She must have missed you after being out for so long."