The Dean Has Arrived

As the chief of the Ironhoof tribe and the temporary patriarch of the Centaur tribe, Occasionally, Villelarent would regret some of the decisions he made.

But what he can be sure of is that even if he adds up all the regrets in the past, there is definitely not much regret in the present.

"What the hell are those investigating soldiers doing! What does it mean to be domesticated...Isn't this already in actual combat!" He waved his battle axe and chopped off the surrounding goblins with a heavy voice. Growled.

From his location, you can see not far away, just like a tank. The rhinohorn herd, which is crushed and trampled into dregs, is slowly advancing, and the front line supported by the centaur soldiers is easily torn out. After a lot of holes, a large number of goblins poured in. The entire phalanx began to become chaotic, and casualties increased rapidly.

If this continues, the centaur soldiers who attacked this time will be wiped out.

Why did he rashly agree to attack? If he keeps his agreement with that human being for the time being, and at the same time conducts a full investigation of the goblins, this situation can clearly be avoided.

Although his heart was filled with regret, this negative emotion did not affect Villelarent's judgment.

"Retreat! Don't continue fighting! All retreat!"

He yelled, and at the same time, with the help of his spell-like ability, he rushed to a nearby rhinohorn in an instant. The battle axe, already covered in rust and blood, slashed into the gap between the opponent's neck without armor protection. Inside, the smelly blood was immediately pumped up by a high-pressure water pump, splashing out from the wound, and the rhinohorn also let out a sorrowful scream. A staggered foot fell to the ground while running, and struck it. A goblin was about to chase the centaur.

The rhinohorn is covered with horny armor and thick skin, but the neck is barely a flaw.It's just that regardless of the hard-to-hit nature of the narrow area itself, even without armor protection, the thick skin and fat make the cut feel like a wooden stick hitting a car tire, blunt and heavy.

In the entire centaur clan, there will be no more than five rhinohorns that can kill a rhinocorn in a single blow like Villarent.

At present, there are more than a hundred rhinocorns on the battlefield, and the formation of goblins and centaurs has begun to collapse, making the assistance of high-level combat power like a drop in the bucket and unsustainable.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we can escape the battlefield, relying on the speed of the rhinohorn, it will not threaten us."

Villelarent shouted loudly to cheer up his people.

I don't know if this sentence has worked. The centaur seems to retreat a bit faster. It seems that only a while later, they will be able to completely escape from the entanglement of the goblins and leave here and return to the tribe.

Even so, looking at the centaur group that had sparsed a lot just before the war, the regret in Villarente's heart became stronger.

At this moment, Villarent suddenly noticed several dark shadows passing by over the grass, and an ominous premonition suddenly attacked his heart.

"Beware of the air!"

As soon as the warning was issued, a centaur that could not be defended had already suffered.

The giant shadow with scaly dust fell from the sky, and directly dragged the centaur that failed to respond in time to the sky.It didn't take long for the stumps and broken arms and internal organs to fall from the sky like rain. One can imagine what kind of treatment the centaur who was dragged into the sky suffered.

"Deer hunting and butterfly hunting!" Some centaur hunters who knew all the creatures on the grassland immediately cried out.

Deer hunting butterfly, giant flying insect, carnivorous butterfly species, with a wingspan of nearly eight meters in adulthood, it is the fifth largest butterfly in human records, and its crusade level is 12.

Although this creature is a butterfly, it is different from its vegetarian relatives. It has six sharp claws on its abdomen, which can easily pierce a person. The big head of a basketball can pierce the skull of its prey. The spikes that suck brains.

The deer-hunting butterfly's juvenile period is a kind of flesh-colored caterpillars called earthy silkworms, which are the size of hounds. They lack sufficient self-defense ability and hide in the ground all year round. They will only swallow them when prey approaches.

It is worth mentioning that when the deer hunting butterfly was young, it was rumored that soaking in wine can aphrodisiac. After adulthood, its scales are expensive alchemy and potion materials, so it was once hunted by magicians in the eastern plains and almost extinct. ...

However, in the new green grassland, these carnivorous insects still maintain a huge population due to the lack of natural enemies.

"Be careful!" "Shoot, shoot!" "There is something on the backs of those monsters!" "It's a goblin! A goblin is riding on a deer hunting butterfly!"

The messy shouts sounded in the centaur, so that Villelarente could barely grasp the current situation.

It seems that this time the goblins tamed not only the rhinohorn beasts, but even one of the overlords of the new green grassland sky has become the minions of these small and ugly monsters.

"The investigator should be arrested and castrated!"

Seeing his compatriots being dragged away one by one by the monsters flying around in the sky, Virlarente gritted his teeth.

If the rhinoceroses were still an accident, they had just completed training before they attacked, then these deer hunting butterflies have obviously become the last straw to crush the centaur.

To prevent these dancing enemies, the only way for the centaurs was to use their brains to hack them to death the moment they dived down.

But in this way, the speed of the centaur will inevitably be greatly affected, and in order to care about when the enemy dives down, they must always stare at the sky, which makes running at full speed a luxury.

Once the centaur's proud speed slows down, they will inevitably become the bait for the rhino-horned goblin knights hanging behind them.

Why is this happening?Will Larente was a little dazed.

In the current situation, the Centaur race seemed to have fallen into a dead end, and it happened that he led his own tribe to jump down.

What should I do now?What will happen to the Centaur after this battle?No, compared to these, how can we get out of this predicament now?

If all these young adults die here, it is absolutely impossible to survive on this already earth-shaking grassland just by relying on the old, weak, sick and disabled in the camp.

With that said, is it possible that the centaur race that has been passed down for thousands of years will be destroyed here?

The surrounding environment suddenly darkened, watching the deer hunting butterfly leaping towards him, and Verlarente, who was caught in endless self-blame and pain, even forgot to dodge, just staring blankly at each other’s paws. Grab yourself...RS

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