"The demons of hell exist, the legend is true. It turns out that ogres are not demons, these are the real demons." Maras stood on the high hill, and there was a very noisy and messy not far behind. The tribe was moving, and all the women, children and the elderly were in battle. Everything they could take away had to be taken away. This is their essential resource for survival.

"It's almost too late, the enemy has reached twenty miles away." A loud voice sounded, and the tribe suddenly became in chaos.

Maras's long fiery red hair swung, his body turned, and his four legs spread out in a blink of an eye to the entrance of the tribe village. An angry scream came from the strong wind: "Herod's ~"

"My dear tribesmen, we are brave and hardworking centaurs, we are the masters of this land, we live a free life in our own territory, we love this land, and we love peace. But not long ago, the legendary demons of hell appeared, and they cruelly destroyed everything with their stench and evil."

"Our brother tribe was defeated by them. All the tribes in the tribe, regardless of gender, age, and all became their food. They were cruel and bloody and had no intention of communicating with us. They only needed our bodies and became their food. They tear our skin, drink our blood, bite our flesh, and bite our bones."

"They collect our heads as trophys. They will destroy our beautiful homes and turn our beautiful homes into ruins!"

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

"No! The brave centaur clan will never be a slave, so we will fight and fight until the enemy is defeated and driven out of our homeland! Brave centaur warriors, do you have this courage and confidence?"

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

"A hunting team followed me to block the enemy. Others protected their tribesmen and evacuated temporarily. Everything was for the tribe!" Maras waved his arm, and responded to him gathered around him.

"Set out!" Maras carried a bow and arrow, carried a spear in his hand, and made a sound of "Herylodes~" from his mouth. He let go of the horse's hooves and left the road.

"Herod's ~" Amid the high cheers, a group of twenty centaur soldiers left in dust, leaving only the inspired tribe members, and began to carry out the retreat work in an orderly manner.

As Maras said, everything is for the tribe. The elderly tribe chief watched his son leave, and a trace of crystal clearness almost flowed out of his eyes. The legendary demon of hell appeared as a symbol of the end of the world. The ancestors once left a prophecy that the demon was a symbol of destruction. Unless the legendary old friends came to save them, they had no chance of victory.

The brother tribe was destroyed, and they could not have expressed nothing. The enemy's cruelty made them frightened. Their fearlessness of death and their cruelty were unacceptable to the old chief. The strength of the enemy was not only ferocity, but also their strength, number, and the equipment they showed.

The demons of hell are not the beasts they hunt. They are organized and wise, but have no emotions. If these enemies were not still weak, the old chief might have been desperate.

"Everyone, speed up. For the sake of the tribe, we have to leave the tribe that has survived for hundreds of years. The ancestors have also migrated many times for survival. As long as the tribe's people are still there, the tribe will be there, discarding unnecessary things. When the sun rises to the flag, everyone must leave." The old chief issued a death order, and all the tribesmen responded in unison and accelerated the movements in their hands.

The Centaur tribe is a race that is good at running. Even the children in the tribe can travel a hundred miles a day. They chase the speed of the wind and are fearless of wind, frost, snow and rain. They defeated the monsters and defeated the harsh natural conditions. Facing the hell demons, they did not rush up to the brainless provocation, but recognized themselves and chose to detour.

It is not shameful to retreat temporarily. They have already seen the huge number of enemies and the powerful combat power. The destruction of the brother tribes has brought them many experiences and lessons and bloody lessons.

The Centaur Tribe was preparing in an orderly manner. The first group of tribesmen had already stepped out of the tribe's gate and walked far along the mountains and rivers. There was the road that the ancestors had walked. On the opposite side of the mountain and upstream of the river, their brother tribes also existed. They wanted to unite all forces that could be united and fight against the demons of hell together.

The temporary retreat is to better accumulate strength and give the enemy a fatal blow, and the centaur tribe will never be a slave!

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

Amid the footsteps of "Boom~", the cheers of "Herody~" belonging to the centaur warriors resounded in the air. Their steps were steady and heroic, rushing down the mountains and crossing rivers. The bridges built by the ancestors have been undestructed for a hundred years, and at their feet is their land.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~" A heavy sound came from the front, and the enemy's army gradually came into view.

Maras waved his arms, and his long-lived teammates knew what he thought with just one move and one look. Twenty first-level centaurs cheered and immediately scattered. The tall and dense trees around them were their best cover. Birds frightened and hundreds of beasts did not sing. On this land, the centaur tribe is the absolute overlord. They have no opponents until...

"The great centaur tribe will never allow its own tribe to be killed for no reason, it will never allow its territory to be invaded by the enemy, it will never allow the honor of the race to be trampled and defiled. We are fearless!" With low shouts, the momentum of Maras's body rose step by step, and the spear was inserted hard on the ground, and the bow and arrow fell into his hands.

The enemies in front gradually came into view. The ghouls' vision was not well developed, but they had a keen sense of smell like a hunting dog. The appearance of Maras stimulated them. A series of harsh screams sounded, and the ghouls' team began to become a little messy. The cannon fodder in the front roared and howled.

"The honor of the Centaur tribe is defended by us, we are here!" The sharp arrow whistled with the sound of the hunting wind, instantly piercing through the ghoul in front, piercing into the body of the second ghoul with dark green blood, and piercing out from its back.

Cheers sounded from the jungle on both sides, but Maras did not stop his movements. Arrows were lined up in an orderly manner and shot out fiercely. Ghouls fell to the ground, but more ghouls stepped on their companions' bodies closer and closer.

With two enemies in one shot, three enemies in one shot, Maras concentrates all his energy to eliminate more enemies. When he reaches out his hand again, the bag of the arrow is empty, and he has shot all a hundred sharp arrows.

For example, the elimination of ghouls filled the ground, but their companions stepped on them into meat paste.

Deterring the enemy, expelling the enemy, consuming the enemy, and hunting the enemy are common tactics used by the centaur tribe, but this time they failed. Maras used his second-level strength to kill hundreds of enemies with his own archery technique, but he could not get even a slight fear of the enemy.

The consequence of being unable to intimidate the enemy is that I will be shocked first.

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

What will happen if twenty archers who enter the level of the rank will attack opponents who fail to enter the level?

The answer is instant kill, but this result cannot be exchanged for the enemy's slightest chaos. The army of ghouls still rushed towards them without stopping.

"Arrow rain!" "Arrow rain!" "Arrow rain!"

The sharp arrows filled with Dou Qi consumed a lot of power. Not everyone could shoot a hundred arrows. The rain of arrows gradually fell down, and the army of ghouls got closer and closer to them.

"Ao~" With a roar, the army of ghouls suddenly accelerated and quickly decomposed into teams and rushed towards the jungle on both sides.

Maras danced with a spear in his hand, and the ghouls who rushed to the front of him were knocked away by him and fell to the ground with blood and flesh flying. However, the seriously injured ghoul struggled to stand up and still stood unyieldingly towards him.

"These group of madmen!" Maras heard a scream, and his tribe members had casualties so quickly.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!" Malas swung his spear in his hand and quickly moved forward and backward at high speed. Wherever he passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The ghouls kept falling down and stood up. As long as they remained dead, they would not stop. Gradually, the ground was soaked with dark green blood. The bodies of ghouls became an obstacle to his running, and his space for his performance became smaller and smaller.

"Wind!" "Wind!" "Wind!" One tribe members ran out from both sides, waving their spears in their hands to harvest the lives of the ghouls, and quickly met with him.

"Twelve people." Maras's face slightly darkened. In such a short time, eight tribe members were sacrificed.

The jungles on both sides are actually not suitable for them to fight, and the grassland that suits them the most is the grassland, but their tribe is the losers in the competition for grassland, so they have fallen into this high mountain and river land.

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

"Retreat!" Seeing the familiar colors on the sharp claws of the ghouls on both sides, Maras almost couldn't help but rush up to tear them into pieces, but reason told him that he was not alone. He danced a spear and swept across the three armies with a huge fighting spirit. The ghouls surrounded by the left and right sides were swept by him, and the radius of two feet was soaked in dark green blood.
Chapter completed!