"I'm sorry, father, I have let you down on your expectations of me. I have not been able to bring the soldiers back safely." Maras lay weakly on the bumpy cart, and his elderly father pulled him forward.

The old chief shook his head gently, his face full of kindness: "Don't blame yourself, my dear child, you have bought a crucial time for the retreat of the tribe. You and those children who have not been able to come back alive are all heroes of the tribe."

"I have learned about the battle. I can only say, child, you are not wrong. Even if I am in such a situation, I cannot do better than you. You are good." The old chief whispered: "It's not that you didn't do well enough, but that the enemy is too strong and too strange."

"Weakness is original sin. This world is prey of the weak. Only when we are strong can we dominate our own destiny. We are not afraid of powerful enemies, but cunning enemies are even more difficult to deal with. This time, the enemies are powerful and cunning, and they are more difficult to deal with than ogres."

"This world is a closed small world. At this point, the ancestors and ogres fell to this point and began a thousand-year battle. In the end, the powerful ogres were defeated by us, almost dead and injured. Our centaur tribe became the master of this world. In the era of our ancestors, we lived a life of stagnation. The power of the ogres was not inferior to the current enemies. They were even stronger, they were as cruel as they were."

"The ancestors used their strong will and intelligent wisdom to recover their disadvantages little by little, and eventually reverse the situation and defeat the ogres."

"Children, powerful enemies are not scary. What's scary is that we are really afraid and lose our fighting spirit. The enemy is not invincible. You and those brave children have proved this. You have killed a large number of enemy warriors, protected the tribe and completed the transfer, preserving the tribe's hope. One day, the tribe's children will grow up, we will become stronger and stronger, and the enemy will only become weaker and weaker under our hunt."

"Child, you are my son, the next chief of our tribe. You must learn to be strong!" The old chief patted his son's shoulder and turned around to continue pulling the cart. However, the old chief, who was originally full of confidence, had a gloomy face at this moment, and there was no excitement as before. He gave the excitement to his son and carried the burden on his shoulders.

The Centaur tribe is an excellent herbalist. After eating a bunch of grass, Malas was able to walk by himself, while the other injured Centaur warriors did not recover so quickly, so they could only lie in the car temporarily and were pulled forward by their comrades.

As night fell, the Kashgar River flowed quietly, and the warmth brought by the forest bonfire dispelled the cold of the night. The old chief listened to his son's opinion and chose to move along the river.

Although it was just a battle, Maras saw many things. After his father's guidance, he regained his fighting spirit and gave him some advice. The old chief was very satisfied when he saw his son's condition, so he made a decision to change the direction of his progress on the spot, gave up the mountains and jungles, and chose to move along the Kashgar River.

Water is the source of life, and the Kashgar River is the river of life of the Centaur tribe and the mother river. Because they are the family and the people, they are moving forward a little slowly, but they still throw the enemy away.

"I have entered the hunting area of ​​the Qiu Lin tribe. I will see their tribe after walking ten miles tomorrow morning. The Qiu Lin tribe is closely related to our Youhe tribe and often gets married. I originally planned to let you marry the youngest daughter of the Qiu Lin family next year, but I never thought about it..." The old chief couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he said this. It's not the time to say this. It's true that survival is the most important thing.

"My father, the demons in hell are cruel, cunning and fearless. I am not afraid of these, but their number..." Maras got rid of the love between children and children, and the topic shifted to the heaviest but unavoidable issue.

"The appearance of the hell demon is a major event that concerns the life and death of the entire Centaur tribe. My father will gather all the tribe chiefs to discuss countermeasures. I believe that if we gather all the tribe forces of the entire Centaur tribe, we will definitely be able to expel the hell demon. If it really doesn't work, we can also ask for the secret weapons left by our ancestors." The old chief said at the end of his speech and gradually became low.

When Malas heard this, he was stunned, "Secret weapon? What was left by his ancestor?"

As a future chief who worships the foundation of his ancestors, Maras would not miss the rumors about his ancestors, and even collected a lot of them, but he had never heard of the so-called secret weapons of his ancestors.

The old chief looked at his son deeply, sighed and said, "This is a secret that only the chief has the right to know. Originally, I planned to tell you after passing the position of chief to you, but now it is a very time. I don't know when I will face the battle of the hell demons, and it is time to tell you."

"The battle between the ancestors and the ogres was at a disadvantage at the beginning. Our wisdom was above the ogres, but the body, number and powerful reproduction ability of the ogres made the ancestors at a disadvantage at one time. Ogres only need to stick to it to make us return without success and cannot gain an advantage in the battle for territory."

"The great territory of this world is occupied by ogres, and the ancestors can only settle down in remote places. But even so, as long as the ancestors' camp is discovered by ogres, they will be hit by ogres. The ancestors cannot even protect their homes, even if there is only one place."

"The ancestors lived a life of displaced life. They began to get used to wandering and constantly honed their mobile combat capabilities while wandering, so as to escape the pursuit of ogres."

Maras was shocked when he heard this. In the stories he heard in the past, all the ancestors played foolish ogres with their guerrilla tactics and powerful movement abilities. He never thought that the truth was like this.

After all, Maras was not an ordinary person, but a future chief with the River Tribe. He quickly realized that he had a stable home and had a life of displaced life. This time, his forced migration made him mature a lot and grow a lot.

"Until one day, the ancestor found a treasure and used it to defeat the ogre in one fell swoop. In just a few years, he asked for the displaced situation and became the master of this world in one fell swoop."

"The ancestors did not use this treasure to destroy the ogres, but instead killed their high-end combat power, expelling the rest of them and leaving them as the objects of our descendants' training and hunting."

"This secret weapon is said to be extremely powerful, but the price paid for using it is also heavy. The ancestor died suddenly after only twenty years of possession. Before his death, he passed the treasure to another ancestor. Although the second ancestor had used the treasure once, he did not live for thirty years."

"The secret weapon was then sealed in the altar of the ancestors. It will only be used when the Centaur tribe faces an unsolvable catastrophe. It has only been used once in history since then."

Maras couldn't help but flushed. The lifespan of the centaur clan was not too long. The final lifespan of the second-level master was only 200 years old. Even because of long-term combat, 130 or 50 years old was considered a long life.

"If we can expel the demons of hell to keep our tribe safe, even if we give all our lives, what if we do, the real man should do this!" Maras's words made the old chief shake his head gently.

"Secret weapons are not that easy to use. Not to mention that to get the recognition of this secret weapon, it requires the same strength and the same mind as the sky, and it still takes a long time of training. We have not yet reached that point. If someone really needs to make sacrifices, that person will not be you. Father, I am more suitable than you." The old chief patted Maras's shoulder and laughed and said, "After all, it is me who can attend the meeting to decide who is the one who chooses."

Maras was stunned for a moment, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet, and his fists clenched and whispered: "I won't give my father this opportunity. I will defeat the demon of hell and protect our homeland and tribe. That secret weapon will keep it sleeping in the altar of the ancestors."
Chapter completed!