The Dean Has Arrived

As the chief of the Ironhoof tribe and the interim patriarch of the centaur tribe, Occasionally, Verlarent would regret some of the decisions he had made.

But what he can be sure of is that even if you add up all the regrets in the past, there is absolutely not as much regret as you have now.

"What the hell are those scouting soldiers doing! What do you mean being domesticated... Isn't this already in actual combat!" He swung his tomahawk and slashed away the goblins who surrounded him, with a heavy voice growled.

From his position, you can see not far away, just like a tank, the herd of rhino horns that crushed, smashed and trampled into slag regardless of the enemy or the enemy is slowly advancing, easily tearing out the battle line that the centaur warriors have struggled to support Many openings were opened, resulting in a large influx of goblins, the entire phalanx became chaotic, and casualties rose rapidly.

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

Why did I rashly agree to attack? If I abide by the agreement with that human being and hold back for the time being, and at the same time conduct a comprehensive investigation of the goblins, this situation can obviously be avoided.

Although his heart was filled with remorse, such negative emotions did not affect Villarente's judgment.

"Retreat! Don't continue to fight! Everyone retreat!"

He yelled at the top of his voice, and at the same time, with the help of the power given to him by the spell-like ability, he rushed to a nearby rhinoceros in an instant, and the battle ax, which was already covered in rust and blood, slashed into the gap between the neck of the opponent's unprotected neck Inside, the smelly blood suddenly seemed to be pumped up by a high-pressure water pump. Splashing out from the wound, the rhinoceros neighed mournfully. Staggering under his feet, he fell to the ground while running, and ran across a field of goblins who were about to chase the centaur.

The whole body of the rhinoceros is covered with horny armor and thick skin, only the neck is barely a flaw. But regardless of the difficulty of hitting the narrow area itself, even without armor protection, the thick skin and fat make the cut feel like beating a car tire with a wooden stick, which is deadly dull.

In the entire centaur family, there is an existence that can kill a rhinoceros with one blow like Villerente. Not more than five.

At present, the number of rhinoceros that have appeared on the battlefield has exceeded 100, and the formation of goblins and centaurs has begun to collapse, making the assistance of high-level combat forces seem like a drop in the bucket and unsustainable.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can escape from the battlefield, with the speed of the rhinoceros, it won't threaten us."

Villaralent yelled. Cheer up your own people.

I don't know if this sentence has played a role. The centaur seems to retreat a little faster. It seems that it only takes a while to get rid of the goblin's entanglement completely and leave here to return to the tribe.

Even so, looking at the centaur herd that was much sparser before the war just started, the remorse in Villarente's heart was even stronger.

Just at this time. Villarente suddenly noticed several black shadows passing over the grass, and an ominous premonition suddenly hit his heart.

"Be careful in the air!"

As soon as the warning was issued, some centaurs who were unable to defend themselves suffered disaster.

A giant shadow with scales floating down from the sky, dragging those centaurs who failed to react in time directly into the sky. It didn't take long before stumps, broken arms and internal organs fell from the sky like rain. It is conceivable what kind of treatment those centaurs who were dragged into the sky suffered.

"It's a deer butterfly!" A few centaur hunters who knew everything about the creatures on the grassland called out immediately.

Deer hunter butterflies, giant flying insects. The carnivorous butterfly species has a wingspan of nearly eight meters when it is an adult. It is the fifth largest butterfly in human records, and its hunting 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 disembowel a person. On its basketball-sized head, there are also claws that can penetrate into the skull of the prey. Brain-sucking spikes.

The juvenile period of the deer hunting butterfly is a kind of flesh-colored caterpillar called the earthy silkworm, which is the size of a hunting dog. They lack sufficient self-defense ability, so they hide underground all the year round, and will swallow it in one bite when their prey approaches.

It is worth mentioning that the deer hunter butterfly was rumored to be intoxicated by drinking wine when it was young, and its scale powder was an expensive alchemy and potion material when it was an adult, so it was once hunted by magicians in the eastern plains and was almost extinct. ...

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

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

The chaotic shouts sounded from among the centaurs, allowing Villarente to barely grasp the current situation.

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

"The guy in charge of the investigation should be arrested and castrated!"

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

If it was an accident that the rhinoceros had just completed their training before they attacked, then these deer hunting butterflies had obviously become the last straw that crushed the centaurs.

To prevent these dancing enemies, the only way for the centaurs is to use all their brains to hack the opponent to death at the moment they swoop down.

But in this way, the speed of the centaurs will inevitably be greatly affected, and in order to care about when the enemy dives down, they have to keep their eyes on the sky all the time, which makes running at full speed a luxury.

And once the speed that the centaurs were proud of slowed down, they would definitely become bait for the rhinoceros goblin knights hanging behind them.

why? Villarente was a little dazed.

In the current situation, the centaur clan seemed to be in a deadlock, and it happened that he led his tribe to jump out of this deadlock.

What should we do now? What happens to the centaurs after this battle? No, compared to these, how can we get out of this predicament now?

If all these young and middle-aged people died here, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the camp would definitely not be able to survive on this earth-shattering grassland.

In that case, is it possible that the centaur clan, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be destroyed here?

The surrounding environment suddenly darkened. Seeing the deer butterfly pounced towards him, Verlarente, who was in endless self-blame and pain, even forgot to dodge, just stared blankly at the opponent's paws towards him. Catch it yourself...

PS: There's (should) be another chapter after that... please don't get your hopes up...