Chapter 21: The Killer on the Wasteland

  The centaur warrior's eyes blazed with anger, what humiliation had the noble centaur ever suffered, by the tradition of the Kampas Empire, just now, Munk was about to receive his most sacred challenge.

  Tara fearlessly glared back at him, her eyes also burning with fierce anger. She had already been displeased with the centaur's attitude towards Xia Zuo, and now he was even thinking of taking away the food she had worked so hard to get back just by opening his mouth - she absolutely wouldn't allow it.

  "Kral..."

  "Tara..."

  The needle was against the awn, the atmosphere was tense, and one touch would set it off. Xia Zuo and Walden simultaneously stopped their own warriors.

  With a resentful glare at Tara, Krral finally lowered his head in silence under Walden's gaze. Tara's tail wagged almost to the sky with glee. What did it matter if he was a powerful centaur? This was the Sayan tribe.

  "Kral was somewhat rude, please forgive him, Chief Xia Zuo!" Warden suppressed his natural pride and apologized in a tone he had never used before.

  The four centaur warriors behind him clenched their fists tightly, and it was because of them that their leader would suffer such humiliation.

  "Walden chief is serious, every Kampa beastman is a child of the great Kampa god, I have always thought that every beastman is a brother. Since the Rohan tribe has migrated to the Broken Stone Wasteland, as the master here, our Sayah tribe must make some expression to the new brothers."

  Natsusa's words were sincere and genuine, and the five-and-a-half people felt their hearts broaden with a sense of relief, and in their eyes, Natsusa's figure as a weak and small mongrel of this wasteland also grew taller.

  "Bi Gu, go to the warehouse and fetch 50 bags of grain for the Warden chief. Also, bring out those tents we captured!" Xia Zuo waved his hand casually, as if he was saying it wasn't 50 bags of grain but just five potatoes.

  "Boss, this..." Bighu didn't understand why Xia Zuo suddenly became so generous and hurriedly tried to dissuade him. Fifty bags of grain were not a small amount, enough for their previous tribe to spend more than half a winter.

  "Go get it!" Shigeo repeated, and Hiko had no choice but to call out a few reluctant people to go carry the food.

  "Kampas god is above, Shazhou leader's generosity today, the Luo Han tribe will surely repay, after the severe cold, I have returned with ten times the price!" Warden also did not expect Shazhou's attitude to change suddenly, his eyes with some incredulous excitement.

  With these grain tents, their own people can finally hold on in the cold!

  "As fellow children of the Kampas god, it is every Kampas beastman's duty to help a brother in need. So, Walden tribe leader doesn't have to be so polite with me anymore. If food is not enough, you can come and take some anytime, as for repayment, just forget about it, consider these foods as a gift from the Sayah tribe to the Rohan tribe!"

  Xia Sha laughed and patted his chest, saying this with great fanfare, making the five half-human horses feel grateful to tears, constantly thinking of Kampas praying, thanking the god of war for his blessing, allowing them to meet a straightforward and honest Kampas beastman in desperate times.

  Unlike the five centaurs, the onlookers, the Mongol warriors, were all anxious. They knew better than anyone the preciousness of food, and how many of their tribesmen had frozen to death or starved to death in every harsh winter. If Xia Zuo's position in their hearts wasn't so sacred, they would have risen up in revolt long ago.

  "Thanks to the generosity of Chaz, like a prairie, I, Walden Rohan, swear to the great god Kampas that from today on, the Sayah tribe is forever the brother tribe of the Rohan tribe!"

  "I, Xia Zuo, swear to the great god Kampas that from this day forward, the Xia tribe will treat every Rohan tribesman as a close brother!" Xia Zuo pounded his chest with his fist in reverence, swearing an oath to the great god Kampas. All the Xia tribesmen present also performed the same ritual.

  The two parties who made the oath burst out laughing, and the tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated. With fifty bags of grain, they had obtained a strong alliance with a half-human, half-horse tribe, which could be said to be a very good deal. However, Xia Zha's attention was not so simple.

  As the five tall centaurs drove away with the grain-loaded tent carts, Tara finally sidled up to Xia Zuo and muttered discontentedly, "Boss, it's just a few centaurs, we're not afraid of them, why did we give them food for nothing?"

  "Of course, I'm not afraid of them. Taking away our food is easy, but it's not that simple!" As he watched the figure gradually disappear into the snowy wind, a triumphant smile appeared on Xia Zuo's face.

  "What? Didn't you just say you were giving it to them?" Tara was taken aback, Xia Zhaodu had already said he was giving it away for free, so what was there to return?

  Xia Sha didn't explain to the honest beastman that intangible things are more difficult than tangible ones, but instead beckoned and called several warriors around him "You follow them from a distance, see where their tribe's residence is, don't let them discover you, investigate clearly and come back quickly!"

  "Yes!" With a cheerful response, several Mank warriors led by Bigu and Tala followed closely behind, although they didn't know what Xia Zuo was up to, but knowing that the boss had his own ideas was enough, as long as they followed the boss, they would absolutely not suffer.

  "The harsh winter on the barren wasteland, terrifying things aren't just limited to the cold! Warden leader..." Watching Bi Gu and others follow up, Xia Zuo smiled.

  But in less than half a day, Bi Gu and several others rushed back with wind and snow to report the situation to Xia Zuo.

  The Rohan settlement is not far from the Sayah tribe, only then can they find the Sayah tribe in a vast expanse of white gravel wilderness.

  Thirty-six centaur warriors, all wearing only simple cloth armor and unarmed, guarded more than seventy elderly, weak, women and children of their tribe. After Walden went back five times, he did not continue to rush on the road, but instead set up camp on the spot, pitching tents for the tribespeople to keep warm.

  Bei Gu finished speaking, and Xia Sha's face lit up with joy. He immediately gave orders for the tribe's warriors to continue their training as usual, but also dispatched a special warrior to keep an eye on the Luo Han tribe.

  It cannot be denied that Walden is a powerful and responsible leader, with more wisdom and tolerance than ordinary warriors, but apparently he is still too unfamiliar with the Shattered Stone Wastes.

  He had thought that with food and a tent, he could get through the hardest first winter, but the cruel gravel desert told him it was impossible.

  On the gravel wasteland, apart from beastmen and half-beastmen, there are more ferocious wild beasts. The harsh winter is a test for all living things on the gravel wasteland. Timid half-beastmen may not have the guts to attack the centaur camp at all, but the starving wild beasts on the snowy plain will never miss any opportunity to fill their stomachs.

  Compared to the half-orcs, the beasts of winter are the greatest threat on the wasteland. Even the Sayan tribe with its high walls and elite equipment has been attacked by wolf packs in the harsh winters, let alone the Rohan tribe with only a few simple tents.

  The wind and snow were howling, and large black shadows, each as big as a calf, moved swiftly about. The piercing cold wind completely masked the faint footsteps, but the most primitive murderous aura born of hunger came with the wind, making one's hair stand on end.

  Seven figures huddled in a tattered tent battered by the cold wind, hiding a shivering half-man and a worried-looking elderly woman. Thirty-six half-man warriors formed a circle around the crude campsite, their tall and robust bodies holding only worn-out wooden clubs.

  "Damn wolf pack, Kral take a few men to charge and drive away these greedy bastards!" Walden's angry roar caused the wind and snow around him to swirl back in shock, his powerful aura was not something Grimmo could compare to, but he couldn't dare leave the campsite half a step.

  Like the Lupine Raiders, one of Kampa's most formidable cavalry units, these wolf-like beasts excel at hit-and-run tactics and harassment, their innate bloodline teaching them cunning hunting instincts.

  For three days, the wolf pack had been constantly surrounding the camp and harassing it without launching an attack. Walden was furious but also deeply helpless. Although he could still hold on, the rest of the centaur warriors were already showing signs of fatigue under the harassment of the wolf pack.

  His strength was formidable, but the number of people in his hands was too small. The thirty-six warriors barely defended the camp, and those cunning wolf packs would quickly retreat once they counterattacked, with the blizzard providing them with the best cover.

  Walden had originally intended to scare off the pack with his formidable strength, but he clearly underestimated the tenacity of the wild wolves and their craving for food.

  Although Walden's several raids killed many wild wolves, it only further provoked the ferocity of the wolf pack, to the point where a small portion of the wolf pack would sacrifice themselves to allow the hidden main force of wolves to launch a surprise attack after Walden left, so much so that Walden no longer dared to venture out.

  Once those robust wolves burst into the camp, he simply dared not imagine the consequences.

  "Yes!" Klar swung his wooden staff, and three centaur warriors emerged from the troops, following him. With flying hooves and splashing snowflakes, their tall and majestic figures charged fearlessly into the wolf pack in the wind and snow.

  After paying the price of several bloody battles, the clever and cunning wolf pack would obviously not engage in battle with the centaur warriors as easily as they did at first, and Walden only used this to let a small number of centaur warriors launch a charge to disperse the wolf pack, thereby gaining a temporary breathing space.

  As long as he can wait for this heavy snow to stop and make these cunning wolves lose their cover, he will be able to launch a counterattack.

  But this time the wolf pack was clearly not prepared to flee, perhaps feeling that they had already consumed enough physical strength from their prey. Facing the charge of the four centaur warriors, the wolf pack did not disperse, and instead, each wild wolf, as big as a calf, rushed towards the four centaurs in the wind and snow, biting and pouncing on them.

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