Ride and Cut

Het Chiron was a centaur, more precisely, the leader of a small clan of centaurs.

His clan was once a citizen of the half-orc kingdom, with a good life and all the glory that a kingdom citizen should have. At its peak, it had nearly a hundred adult warriors, controlled the plump pastures, and was proud of being a citizen of a civilized country.

But disasters always come inadvertently, and unintentionally 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 heavily armed pursuers arrived, they could not resist at all, and all they could do was to run, to run as hard as they could.

In order to survive, they embarked on an extremely difficult journey of survival, displaced, abandoned their former homes, and came to the wilderness to join bandits and bandits.

It is not easy to gain a foothold in the lawless land full of strife. Even the centaur, who is good at fighting, almost shed blood in the process. In the endless melee, more than half of the population was lost within half a year.

The rest got indigenous recognition, they survived, they got the right to live, which is good. But Hurt himself often tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep.

He clearly knew that his clan was different from the semi-savage natives around him.

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

They understood many things that the natives who only followed instinct could never understand, all of which made Hurt proud and sad.

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

A small tribe cannot carry anything other than "foraging", let alone such luxuries as "knowledge" and "wisdom". Only countries, only countries with a large enough scale, have that capability.

For the future of the clan, Hutt made up his mind to lead the clan members into a real country.

Of course, the Orc Kingdom cannot go back, but the Pompeii Empire, which is close at hand, is also a good choice. This place is even more prosperous and rich than the half-orc kingdom, with well-developed arts, academics and various crafts, which fully meet all his dreams.

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

All Hurt can do is wait patiently, waiting for the right moment to come.

And this day came very quickly—the aborigines of different tribes were planning a joint armed action recently. As a recognized member of the wilderness, the centaur clan also received the invitation and learned all the ins and outs.

This is the opportunity Hurt has been waiting for!

...

The centaurs witnessed the astonishingly powerful flying arrows across the sky, and plunged into the ground with the might of a meteorite falling to the ground. It took them a lot of effort to dig out the throwing spear, and the strong impact had twisted the metal spear point into a ball of twists.

The best-sighted lad among them insisted that it was a spear thrown by a human warrior with his bare hands. The more experienced centaurs are completely unacceptable, thinking that it should come from the shooting of heavy bed crossbows.

Hurt fully understood that this was a demonstration and a warning, so he ordered his tribe to raise the white flag and move on. Those vigilant human warriors on the hill did not launch an attack, allowing them to walk fifty paces away.

This distance is already within the range of most long-range weapons, and no matter what, it can't get any closer.

"Explain your purpose!"

Li Cha couldn't figure out how Gunther recognized the rag as the white flag anyway. But judging by the behavior of the centaur, that was what it was.

"I am Hutt, the patriarch of the Haifeng clan, and I am here with good intentions." Hutt touched his chest with one hand and bowed in salute.

The centaurs should have a close blood relationship with each other. The horses have exactly the same short brown hair, and their limbs are long and powerful, no less than a first-class war horse. Their bodies are also impressively strong, their arms are extraordinarily slender, and their overall height is around two blades and three, and they are full of smooth power.

Their clothes looked old, but they were still neat and clean. They were unique to centaurs—the front hem drooped and extended to the base of the front legs, and the back hem was slightly elongated to cover half of the back.

Moreover, they also uniformly carry weapons similar to heavy cavalry scimitars, which are obviously different from those of the general wilderness natives.

"I am Li Cha, the lord of the Alpine Fort." Li Cha walked down from the hill, wearing only a thin linen shirt on his upper body, his long sword was also sheathed, and his hands were relaxed in the pockets of his breeches.

In front of the centaur with a big head like Roshan, Xin Shanying, who was unarmed, looked as helpless as a baby. Once a conflict occurs, it is almost certain to be trampled into a sticky meat sauce by the horse's hooves.

But the centaurs found that those soldiers seemed to be unaware that their lord was in danger, standing in groups of three or four had no intention of moving their feet, and they were even pointing at them. This behavior generally represents extreme incompetence, if not, it represents extreme self-confidence.

"You are Li Cha?" Hurt shook his head and tapped the ground lightly with his four hooves, his eyes were full of surprise.

"I don't think other nobles will have commoner names like me." Li Cha looked at these centaurs curiously. Their eyes are very calm, completely different from those natives who are ready to kill or be killed at any time, so Richard will try to make peaceful contact.

"I've heard about your invincible reputation on the arena!" Hurt has always been eager to join the Pompeii Empire, and he always pays special attention to any information related to Pompeii. After several years of accumulation, he can be regarded as a Pompeii master.

Living in a remote and remote wilderness, I have even heard the unpopular news that "the king of the martial arts arena in the southern province" is only circulated in certain circles.

"You're too polite! Fake names are all false names." Li Cha rarely blushed and waved his hands again and again, but he felt a little flattered in his heart. He is well-known among the middle and lower-level swordsmen in the southern province, but this is the first time he has been called out since he came here.

"My lord, we have something to tell you this time."

Hurt took out a fan-shaped cow shoulder blade from his pocket, and Li Cha took a look. There were many reddish-brown symbols drawn in ocher on the front and back, which should be some kind of simple characters circulating in the wilderness.

The aborigines are deeply influenced by humans in terms of culture, and you can get a glimpse of the leopard on the shoulder blade in front of you. There are many ready-made Pompeian characters mixed in the text, but it is very fragmented and unsystematic.

"What does it say?" Anyway, Li Cha couldn't understand it, so Li Cha casually threw the bone fragment back.

There might be another chapter tonight, probably. . .