The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Wait! Don't get excited yet!" Verwei quickly dissuaded Roland, fearing that Roland would be beheaded by the centaur leader if he couldn't think about it.

"This is Badr, the leader of the Matuput tribe in the north. They will definitely not enter your territory for no reason. They should have a reason!" Verwei, who has been wandering with his tribe all year round, recognized the half-man in front of him at a glance. Centaur.

"Oh? Then please ask this great Centaur chief why he led his army in my territory!" Anger surged in Roland's eyes.

The obscure Elvish language spewed out from Verve's mouth quickly, but the obscure language carried an elegance that was difficult to conceal. Balder also spoke quickly and communicated with Verve, his lips twitching up and down, and the unwillingness and anger in his eyes were as if If it could be condensed into substance, it could kill the Lagran people present.

Finally, the exchange between Verway and Bader stopped. Verway let out a long breath, and his face showed a bit of relief.

"What's going on?" Roland looked at Verve's relaxed expression and immediately realized that there might be something hidden in the matter.

"It's probably a misunderstanding..." Fan Wei breathed out.

"That's it..." Verve began to tell.

Originally, the centaurs of the Tuput tribe wandered in the northern wilderness. They chased their prey and came to the northern foot of the Gray Mountains to live a nomadic life. However, not long ago, a large number of orcs suddenly appeared in the Tuput tribe. Near the pasture...

Centaurs, like other intelligent races, hate half-orcs and other dark camp creatures who like to kill. However, the centaurs' super combat power and mobility allow them to not fear the army of half-orcs. They live a nomadic life anyway, and they cannot defeat them. Can't run? With this mentality, Baldur led his young and strong tribesmen to find trouble with the orcs. Nearly 500 centaurs, equivalent to the combat power of trainee knights or knights, followed the foothills and launched an attack on the orc army!

The heroic centaur relies on his innate skills - the same fate! They fought wildly with the orcs, and the wooden spears engraved with magic patterns were broken one after another. The centaur, who fell into rage, used its gun, bow, hands, body, four hooves, etc. as weapons to fight the orcs bloodyly. The half-orc army that the centaurs charged was defeated. The vanguard of the thousand-man team was torn to pieces by the centaur knights... Broken limbs, internal organs, broken armors and weapons were scattered all over the ground... …

The orcs who were attacked turned from panic to calm. After collapsing several thousand-man phalanxes, the orcs finally blocked the war-loving centaurs. Of course, these centaurs, whose muscles have grown into their brains, do not understand the most important thing about cavalry. It's speed! They relied on the advantage of their four legs to fight the orcs with their lives, until they were surrounded by the orcs...

In the end, the heroic centaur is not a knight, and Tongming cannot compete with Glory. Unlike Glory, which bears mutual harm and will not be injured or die before the fighting spirit is exhausted, Tongming just shares each other's vitality, and in the individual Healed quickly when injured... So as time went by, the orcs fought more and more, and finally a centaur was pierced by dozens of weapons and died. The centaur's overwhelming offensive momentum was severely frustrated. One by one, the centaur knights were surrounded and killed by the orcs. The number of centaur knights shrank rapidly. Only then did Baldur wake up and quickly called the tribesmen to leave the battle circle, but it was already a little late. Many of them The centaurs who were locked in battle were separated and surrounded by an army of orcs... In the end, less than 300 centaurs were able to leave the battlefield alive...

Therefore, the centaurs of the Tuput tribe had to abandon their hunting grounds and fled southward over the Gray Mountains. After bypassing the Lonely Mountain and Rapid City along the way, they finally discovered this unknown forest not far from Rapid City. The key point is that this forest is very vast. Hundreds of hectares of primeval jungle are enough to provide the Tuput tribe with food for the winter. They finally led the tribe to get rid of the orcs that entangled them (the old, weak, sick and disabled of the centaurs were seriously hindered. Their marching speed!) came here, and found out that the Raglan people of Swift Current City came here to hunt and gather. This made the centaurs, who had an extremely strong sense of territoriality, get furious. Although their relationship with humans was very cold, they were not Hatred, the centaurs hid in the dark and shot at the Lagrand people who came here, but the Lagrand people who backed the knights would be frightened by mere arrows? When the expulsion was ineffective, the centaurs had no choice but to shoot and injure the civilians who entered the area to expel them (they could not shoot the knight's plate armor after covering the war energy...).

"That's it!" Roland suddenly realized that no wonder the orcs who usually walked sideways would camp. Roland was still surprised at the time! The orcs sleeping in the open would actually set up semi-permanent camps along the way. It turned out that there was a group of centaur tribesmen being chased by them, hanging eagerly in front of them! It would be great fun if there was no camp to block a wave of centaur attacks this night! Think about the scene of being attacked by three hundred knights at night... The unsuspecting orcs should stop attacking Lonely Mountain and go back home to lick their wounds. In the final analysis, these centaurs delayed all the members of the Lonely Mountain Alliance valuable time, otherwise the orcs who quickly raided south could definitely surprise Thorin and Bard.

"Well, since you have contributed to the fight against the orcs, I won't care about you." Roland's expression softened a bit. There was still some discussion even if no one was killed on both sides. Roland waved Waving their hands, the knights holding Badr immediately removed their weapons.

Badr broke free from the restraints and moved his muscles, and the strong bones on his body made a crackling sound like fried beans. He said displeasedly with a cold face: "Humans think I will be grateful to you! If you hadn't taken advantage of your weapons, we would have been I will defeat you!"

Badr was unwilling to lose to weapons. Due to long-term wandering, most of the centaur tribes who now live in no fixed settlements have no ability to smelt metal. The only iron tools they have are a few precious iron pots (obtained in exchange). Furthermore, they are so poor that they simply cannot afford to spend money to develop their own weapons (Centaur armor and weapons are incompatible with most races).

"Haha! Weapons are also part of the expression of strength." Roland smiled. Whether a force's weapons are sophisticated is also an important foundation for a force. Just like powerful elves and dwarves, how much have excellent weapons achieved the prestige of the two clans?

"Humph!" Badr snorted coldly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Let's sit down and talk! We are still facing the threat of darkness and we don't have the strength to fight among ourselves!" Verve advised as he looked at the two lords who were about to fight again. One of these two is a knight! One is a centaur! When it comes to fighting, there are simply four words - the sky is falling apart and the earth is falling apart! The confrontation between knights is the safest, but also the bloodiest. Either the two sides pass each other without anyone falling, or the blood and flesh are flying everywhere, and the remains are scattered...