Chapter 371 The Simple Bull Chief

The chief of this tribe is a very burly tauren, covered in black, nearly four meters tall, with muscles all over his body protruding like a small meat mountain, a circle bigger than the average green titan.

Tauren is recognized as a muscular race, and the mage profession is rarely born in the tribe. Like the wolf man, the strongest warrior is usually the leader.

"Although the name is a bit frustrating, it should be a big tribe." The herdsmen recalled the battle at that time: "Their mounts are very high-end, their weapons are excellent, and they are also high-level orcs."

Hearing this, the chief pondered for a while and looked at the old bull head next to him. The old bull head was obviously much thinner, and his frame didn't look big. It was obvious that he was not a strong fighter even when he was young, but judging from the seat, his status was not high. Low, almost below the chief alone.

The other tauren warriors sitting next to him seemed to have no objection to this point, because the old man was the leader of the witch doctor in their tribe, and it was very rare for a tauren to produce a doctor, and one of them was often raised as a treasure.

The old bull head squinted his eyes and said in an old voice: "Can you see their characteristics clearly? What do they look like? You just said that the ones talking to you were cavalrymen. What are those mounts? How many people came? How many?"

"This..." The herdsman was stunned, and then lowered his head in shame: "Because there was a child around, he was afraid, so he didn't dare to look behind. It can be seen from his body shape that he is a high-level orc, and the others"

"Full body heavy armor?" The old bull head frowned slightly. The tribe that can build that kind of heavy armor is generally not small. At least there must be a fire totem shaman in the tribe, like the centaur tribe next door. Mine, but because there is no shaman, only some low-quality weapons can be made

"Where's the mount?"

"I've never seen it before," the herdsman lowered his head when he heard the words: "It's a terrifying thing. It feels more pressure than the lion on the grassland. At that time, I was protecting the child and didn't dare to look at it."

"Coward!" The chief gasped out of his nostrils when he heard the words, and looked at the herdsman with an unfriendly expression.

The herdsman lowered his head, his face even more ashamed.

"Okay, that's it, you go down." The old bull head on the side seemed very gentle, and made the chief retreat in time before the chief got angry.

The herdsman felt relieved when he heard the words, and nodded quickly: "Yes!"

The old bull head sighed slightly. He was actually very dissatisfied with the vague information given by the other party, but he could also understand. After all, the Black Hoof Clan has settled here for more than a hundred years, and this is the first time they have been shut down by a big tribe!

I have to say that the first-generation old chief had a good vision and chose an excellent place for the people to make their homes. The scale of this pasture is not very large, but the quality is good. Even if there is no shaman, it is enough for a million people. The minotaurs survived.

And the location is very good, the continuous area has always been desolate, few tribes will pass by here, and even if they pass by, they will rarely pay attention to them.

After all, in such a place so far away from the main grassland, it is very thankless to mobilize a tauren tribe with ten thousand people

So even if some big tribes passed by occasionally, they didn't plan to do anything to them in the end, and some small tribes wanted to grab territory from a tribe formed by pure tauren like them.

The only troublesome thing is the centaur tribe next door. Every once in a while, they will try to harass this pasture, but they will give them a hard lesson every time!

To be honest, even the old witch doctor himself thought that his tribe would settle down here forever. It wasn't until half a year ago, when the centaur tribe next door heard that they had been taken away by a group of wandering tribes, that they became vigilant.

They have been actively preparing for the past six months, but they did not expect that before the robbers came, it would be a big tribe who knocked the door first

"A bunch of trash!" The chief said angrily, "Uncle Lu Da, call the clansmen, let's teach those outsiders a bitter lesson!"

"Wait," the old witch doctor hurriedly stopped, "If it's really a big tribe, starting a war rashly will be a disaster for the whole tribe!"

"What kind of big tribe can this ghost name be? And if you don't fight, will you have to surrender?" The chief frowned.

Hearing this, the old witch doctor looked at the newly appointed Lord Chief, and sighed slightly. This guy has his father's bravery, but still lacks something.

"Master Chief, we still have to figure out the situation." The old bull head said earnestly: "If the other party is really a big tribe with a solid background, it is not a bad thing to surrender to them. A good tribe has a deep cultural heritage and excellent shamans." And witch doctor, can let our children eat more high-grade food, and can also make the tribe suffer less from many diseases, and the warriors in the big tribes have more advanced body training methods, which will be rewarded to the brave fighters. If we can get some combat achievements and bring those methods back to our clan, then our clan will be stronger!"

I heard that some of the older generation of Tauren warriors here think so. Although the pasture they are guarding now can keep the people from starving to death, it is not a good life. Most of the people can only eat milk, and only a few are excellent. Most fighters are treated with meat, but even for those few people, the quality of meat is not very good.

The training methods in the clan were all learned by the former patriarch who had spent most of his life in a Gray Wolf clan. They were so superficial that the clan had not produced a single silver-ranked warrior in a hundred years.

This also makes many high-spirited young people in the clan unwilling to stay in the clan. Once they become adults, many outstanding seedlings choose to go out and wander, and go to the grassland to gain a chance, but unfortunately, none of them have been able to come back after so many years.

"There are so many benefits? So what are you waiting for? Let's vote quickly?" Hearing that there is still a chance to obtain advanced body training methods, the chief immediately changed his attitude towards the main battle just now, and said excitedly.

"I..." Several old soldiers covered their faces and turned their heads away. If it wasn't for the chief, they might not be able to help but go up and pat his head off to see if it was filled with grass

But there is no way, who told this guy in their family to be the best at fighting? Although this guy is a bit stupid, his strength is still there. He is the most likely tauren in the clan to step into the silver warrior threshold in a hundred years!

Looking at the foolish chief, the old witch doctor also covered his head, but still said patiently: "It's not a trivial matter to take refuge in a big tribe, because it means that the young and strong fighters of our tribe will be recruited by the other side for war. It would be devastating for us to join a tribe that appears to be large but is actually a ragtag bunch."

"That's not fighting, nor surrendering, what is going to happen?" The chief suddenly became depressed!

All the tauren: ""

"Let the sons get ready first!" The old witch doctor shook his head, gave up and continued to explain and directly took over the command: "Wage, go and organize, gather all the soldiers, and equip our best soldiers." Weapons, take out the battle array!"

"Are you still going to fight?" the chief said dumbfounded.

"It's not necessary to fight." Lao Niu said: "Whether we want to fight or surrender, we must at least show our strength. Even if we have to surrender later, we have shown enough strength, and we should ask for more conditions after surrender! "

"Oh, so that's how it is." The chieftain looked suddenly enlightened!

Lao Niu looked at his chief, and didn't know whether the other party really understood or had other inexplicable understandings, but he was a little relieved that he didn't raise any objections at this time.

Immediately he stood up, and said in a serious voice: "Let's go, let's go and see, who is this little cabbage tribe, who actually ran so far to ask for safety?"