Hutt Charon was a centaur, or rather the leader of a small Centaur clan.

His clan used to be the people of the orc kingdom. It lived well and had all the glory that the people of the kingdom should have. At its peak, it had nearly 100 adult soldiers, controlled the plump grassland, and was proud of being the people of a civilized country.

But the disaster always comes inadvertently. Inadvertently getting involved in the internal struggle of the kingdom is a fatal danger for a small clan. So overnight, the whole family became wanted fugitives.

When the fully armed pursuers arrived, they could not resist at all. All they could do was to escape and escape desperately.

In order to survive, they started a very difficult journey of survival, displaced, abandoned their former homes and came to the wilderness to be with bandits and bandits.

It\'s not easy to gain a foothold in an impossible place full of fighting. Even the fighting centaurs almost drained their blood in the process. In the endless scuffle, more than half of the population was lost in half a year.

The rest were recognized by the aborigines. They survived and got the right to live. That\'s good. But Hutt himself often tossed and turned at night and couldn\'t sleep.

He clearly knew that his clan was different from the semi ignorant aborigines around him.

They know etiquette, pay homage to their ancestors, master the calendar, sow rye seeds in spring and wait for harvest in autumn, and recite poems that have been sung for hundreds of years together when the first snow falls.

They understood many things that the natives who only followed their instincts could not understand at all, which made Hutt both proud and sad.

Because if we continue to reproduce here from generation to generation, the newborn children will inevitably become no different from the natives.

A small tribe can\'t carry anything other than "foraging", let alone luxuries such as "knowledge" and "wisdom". Only countries, only countries large enough, can have that ability.

For the future of the clan, Hutt was determined to lead the clan to join a real country.

Of course, the orc kingdom can\'t go back, but the Pompeii empire is a good choice. It is even more prosperous and rich than the orc kingdom. It has developed art, academia and all kinds of crafts, which fully conforms to all his dreams.

The only problem is that Pompeii is a human country and will not easily accept centaurs

All Hutt can do is wait patiently and wait for the right time.

And this day came very quickly - the aborigines of different tribes were planning a joint armed operation recently. As a recognized member of the wilderness, the half man Ma nationality also received an invitation and learned all the causes and consequences.

This is the chance Hutt is waiting for!

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The Centaurs saw the powerful arrows fly across the sky and plunge deep into the ground with the momentum of meteorite falling to the ground. It took them a lot of effort to dig out the spear, and the strong collision had twisted the metal spear tip into a ball of hemp.

The most discerning of them insisted that it was a spear thrown by a human warrior with his bare hands. The more sophisticated Centaur was totally unacceptable and thought it should come from the shooting of heavy bed crossbow.

Hutt fully understood that this was a demonstration and warning, so he ordered the people to raise a white flag and move on. The vigilant human soldiers on the hills did not attack and allowed them to go fifty steps away.

This distance is already within the range of most long-range weapons and can no longer be approached.

"Explain your intention!"

Richard could not understand how Gunther recognized that rag as a white flag. But from the Centaur\'s behavior, that\'s true.

"I\'m Hutt, the patriarch of the wind clan. I\'m here with goodwill." Hutt touched his chest with one hand and bowed.

The Centaurs as like as two peas should be closely related to each other. The horse\'s body is the same as brown hair, and the limbs are strong and vigorous, no less than the superior horse. Their body parts are also strong and eye-catching, their arms are particularly slender, their overall height is about two edges and three edges, and they are full of a smooth sense of strength.

Their clothes look old, but they are clean and tidy. They are the unique style of the Centaur - the front hem sags to the root of the front leg, and the back hem extends slightly to cover half of the spine.

Moreover, they also carry weapons similar to heavy cavalry machetes, which is obviously different from those made in other countries.

"I\'m Lord Richard of Gaoshan castle." Richard walked down directly from the hill, wearing only a thin linen shirt, his long sword was put into the sheath, and his hands were relaxed in his breeches.

In front of the Centaur whose head is meat mountain, the new single shadow is unarmed. He looks like a baby. Once there is a conflict, it is bound to be trampled into a sticky meat paste by horseshoes.

But the Centaurs found that the soldiers stood in groups as if they didn\'t realize that their Lord was in danger. They didn\'t mean to move their feet at all, and even pointed at them. Generally speaking, this performance represents extreme incompetence. If not, it represents extreme confidence.

"Are you Richard?" Hutt shook his head, four hoofs gently knocked on the ground, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"I don\'t think other nobles would have a civilian name like me." Richard looked at the Centaurs curiously. Their eyes were very calm, very different from those aborigines who were ready to kill or be killed at any time, so Richard tried to make peaceful contact.

"I\'ve heard of your invincible reputation on the martial arts competition platform!" Hutt has always been eager to join the Pompeii empire. He always pays special attention to any information related to Pompeii. He can be regarded as a Pompeii expert over the years.

In the remote wilderness, I even heard the unpopular news of "overlord of the martial arts competition field in southern province" which only circulated in specific circles.

"Too polite! False names are all false names." Richard was very rare, with a long face and red hands, but his heart was a little sweet. He was famous among the middle and lower level swordsmen in the southern provinces, but he was called out for the first time since he came here.

"Sir, we have something to tell you this time."

Hurt took out a fan-shaped cow shoulder blade from his pocket. Richard took it over and saw that there were many red brown symbols drawn by ochre on the front and back, which should be some simple words circulating in the wilderness.

The aborigines are deeply influenced by human culture. We can see the leopard from the shoulder blade in front of us. The writing is mixed with many ready-made Pompeii characters, but it is very fragmented and unsystematic.

"What does it say?" Richard couldn\'t understand it anyway, and threw the bone back.