Chapter 1,237: Centaurs Will Never Be Slaves

"The Sorrows of a Young Wizard ()"

"Demons in hell exist. The legend is true. It turns out that ogres are not demons. These are the real demons." Malas stood on a high hill. Not far behind, there was a super noisy and messy tribe. The transfer is in progress, and all women, children and the elderly are on the battlefield, and everything they can take away must be taken away. This is a necessary resource for their survival.

"Time is running out. The enemy is already twenty miles away." A loud voice sounded, and the tribe suddenly fell into chaos.

Malas flicked his long fiery red hair, turned around, and stepped out on four legs. In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of the tribal village. He let out an angry hiss in the strong wind: "Herodus~"

"My dear tribesmen, we are brave and hard-working centaurs. We are the masters of this land. We live a free life in our own territory. We love this land and love peace. But just before Soon, the legendary hell demons appeared, full of stench and malice, and cruelly destroyed everything."

"Our brother tribe was conquered by them. All the tribesmen in the tribe, regardless of gender, old and young, became their food. They were cruel and murderous, and had no intention of communicating with us. They only wanted our bodies to become their food. They Tearing our skin, drinking our blood, tearing our flesh, crushing our bones.”

"They collect our heads as trophies. They will destroy our beautiful home and turn our beautiful home into ruins!"

"But, brave centaur warriors, will we surrender?"

"No! The brave centaur clan will never be slaves, so we will fight, fight, fight until we defeat the enemy and drive them out of our home! Brave centaur clan warriors, do you have the courage and confidence?"

Maras raised his arms and cheers rose up around him, "Defeat the enemy, defeat the enemy!"

"The hunting team will follow me to stop the enemy, and the others will protect the tribe and evacuate temporarily, all for the sake of the tribe!" Malas waved his arms, and people gathered around him.

"Let's go!" Maras carried a bow and arrows on his back and a spear in his hand. He said "Herodir~" and let go of the horse's hooves and drove away.

"Herodus~" With loud cheers, a group of twenty Centaur warriors flew away, leaving only the inspired tribe members behind, who began to retreat in an orderly manner.

As Malas said, everything is for the tribe. The old tribal chief watched his son go away, and a trace of crystal almost flowed out of his eyes. The appearance of the legendary hell demon is a symbol of the end of the world. The ancestors once left The prophecy is made that the devil is a symbol of destruction. Unless there is an old friend from the place where the legendary ancestors lived to save them, they have no chance of winning.

It was impossible for them not to express their feelings when their brother tribes were destroyed. The ferocity of the enemy made them frightened. Their bravery was not afraid of death, and their ferocity was unacceptable to the old chief. The enemy was not only powerful because of their ferocity, but also because of them. The strength, quantity, and equipment displayed.

Hell demons are not the beasts they hunt. They are organized and intelligent, but have no emotions. If these enemies still have weaknesses, the old chief may have despaired.

"Everyone, speed up. For the sake of the tribe, we have to leave the tribe that has survived for hundreds of years. Our ancestors have also migrated many times in order to survive. As long as the people of the tribe are still there, the tribe will always be there. Throw away unnecessary things and become the sun. When the flag is raised, everyone must leave." The old chief issued the death order, and all the tribesmen responded in unison and accelerated their movements.

The Centaur tribe is a race that is good at running. Even the young children in the tribe can run hundreds of miles a day. They chase the speed of the wind and are fearless of wind, frost, snow and rain. They have defeated monsters, defeated harsh natural conditions, and faced Instead of rushing forward with arrogance and mindless provocation, the hell demons recognized themselves and chose to take a detour.

There is no shame in retreating for a moment;

They have already seen the enemy's huge number and powerful combat power. The annihilation of the entire army of the brother tribe has brought them many lessons, bloody lessons.

The centaur tribe prepared in an orderly manner. The first group of tribesmen had already stepped out of the tribe's gate and walked into the distance along the mountains and rivers. There was the road that the ancestors had walked. On the other side of the mountains, on the other side of the river. There are also their brother tribes in the upper reaches. They want to unite all the forces that can be united to fight against the hell demons.

The temporary concession is to better accumulate strength and give the enemy a fatal blow. The centaurs will never be slaves!

What's more, judging from the enemy's posture, they don't need the centaurs to act as slaves. What they need is: food!

Amidst the footsteps of "Rumble~", cheers of "Herodus~" belonging to the Centaur warriors resounded in the air. Their footsteps were steady and heroic, rushing down the mountains and crossing rivers. The bridges built by their ancestors had passed through It has not deteriorated for hundreds of years. Under their feet is the land that belongs to them.

"Boom~boom~boom~" Heavy sounds came from the front, and the enemy's army gradually came into view.

Maras raised his arms and waved, and his teammates, who had been trained for a long time, knew his thoughts with just one movement and one look. Twenty first-order centaurs let out a cheer and immediately dispersed. The tall and dense trees around them were their favorite With good cover, the birds are frightened and the beasts are silent. In this land, the centaurs are the absolute overlords. They have no opponents until...

"The great Centaurs will never allow their own people to be killed without reason, never allow their territory to be invaded by the enemy, and never allow the honor of the race to be trampled and tarnished. We are fearless!" With a low shout, Maras's momentum rose steadily, his spear was fiercely stuck in the ground, and the bow and arrow fell into his hand.

The enemy in front gradually came into view. The vision of the ghouls was not well developed, but they had a keen sense of smell like a hound. The appearance of Maras stimulated them. A series of shrill cries sounded, and the ghoul team began to be a little messy. The cannon fodder in the front roared and rushed over.

"The honor of the Centaurs is defended by us, come!" A sharp arrow whistled with the sound of the wind, instantly pierced the ghoul in the front, and pierced into the second ghoul with the same dark green blood, and passed out from its back.

Cheers rang out from the jungles on both sides, but Maras did not stop his actions. He shot arrows in neat rows, and the ghouls fell to the ground one by one, but more ghouls stepped on the corpses of their companions and got closer and closer.

One arrow killed two enemies, one arrow killed three enemies. Maras concentrated all his energy to let his arrows kill more enemies. When he reached out again, the quiver was empty. He had shot all 100 arrows.

He never missed his target. The ghouls he killed were all over the ground, but they were trampled into meat paste by their companions.

Deter the enemy, expel the enemy, consume the enemy, and hunt the enemy. This is a common tactic used by the Centaurs, but this time they failed. Maras killed hundreds of enemies with his second-level strength and his archery skills, but he could not bring even the slightest fear to the enemy.

The consequence of not being able to deter the enemy is that you will be deterred first.

"Everyone, get ready, rain of arrows!" Maras gave an order, and twenty sharp arrows attacked instantly, and the ghouls that were getting closer fell down immediately.

What would happen if twenty archers of the entry level attacked the opponent who was not at the entry level?

The answer is instant kill, but such a result did not bring the enemy any confusion, and the army of ghouls still rushed towards them without stopping.

"Rain of arrows!" "Rain of arrows!" "Rain of arrows!"

The sharp arrows infused with fighting spirit consume a lot of power, and not everyone can shoot a hundred arrows. The rain of arrows gradually became sparse, and the army of ghouls was getting closer and closer to them.

"Ah~" With a roar, the army of ghouls suddenly accelerated, and quickly broke into small teams and rushed to the jungle on both sides.

Maras waved his spear in his hand, and the two ghouls that rushed to him were knocked away by him and fell to the ground fiercely, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, but the seriously injured ghouls struggled to stand up, and still rushed towards him unyieldingly.

"This group of lunatics!" Maras heard screams, and his own people were injured and killed so quickly.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!" Maras waved the spear in his hand tightly, and quickly moved forward, backward, left and right at high speed. Wherever he passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The ghouls kept falling down and standing up. As long as they were not dead, they would not stop. Gradually, the ground was soaked with dark green blood. The corpses of the ghouls became obstacles for him to run, and his space for maneuver was getting smaller and smaller.

"Wind!" "Wind!" "Wind!" One by one, the tribesmen ran out from both sides, waving their spears to harvest the lives of the ghouls, and quickly joined him.

"Twelve people." Maras's face sank slightly. In such a short time, eight tribesmen on his side had been sacrificed.

The jungles on both sides were actually not suitable for them to fight. The most suitable place for them should be the grassland, but their tribe was the loser in the competition for the grassland, so they fell into this land of high mountains and rivers.

The sound of "rustling" came from the jungles on both sides. Maras saw more ghouls surrounding him, and they actually tried to cut off their retreat.

"Retreat!" Seeing the familiar color on the sharp claws of the ghouls on both sides, Maras almost couldn't help but rush forward to cut them into pieces, but reason told him that he was not alone. He waved his spear horizontally and a huge Dou Qi slash swept across the three armies. The ghouls surrounding him from the front, left and right were swept away by him, and the area of ​​two meters was soaked with dark green blood.

"Retreat!" Maras shouted to retreat, but he took a step and rushed forward fiercely. However, he was almost drowned by the ghoul army after walking more than ten meters. He could only burst his Dou Qi and quickly flew into the air. After scattering Dou Qi slashes, he chased the footsteps of the tribe to the other side of the river.