The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

An arrow to the knee crippled the Minotaur Chieftain, preventing him from using his prized charge.

Seeing their chieftain struck, the other Minotaurs chivalrously rushed forward, intending to drag him away, only to be met with a relentless rain of arrows from the Centaurs.

Even the weakest Centaurs present could fire fifty heavy arrows.

Of course, heavy arrows made from iron tips and refined shafts were limited; even the Centaur King only carried a hundred. To avoid wasting them, some Centaurs cleverly picked up the crude arrows of the nearby Fishmen and fired them.

While these arrows lacked the lethality and accuracy of the heavy arrows, they proved surprisingly effective.

Had the Minotaurs been struck by the Centaurs' heavy arrows, they wouldn't have been able to turn and flee so nimbly.

The crude arrows, upon penetrating the Minotaurs' thick hides, couldn't delve deep into their muscles, but the pain they inflicted was considerable. Because these arrows were easier to shoot, the Centaurs fired them faster and faster.

Covered in a dozen or so arrows, the Minotaurs panicked, fearing their imminent demise.

They decisively abandoned their chieftain and fled.

"Damn it, get back here!"

Even after forcing his tribesmen to become Barbarians, the Minotaurs couldn't shake off their inherent Cowardly and despicable nature. As one of the few intelligent individuals among the Minotaur race who had overcome the influence of Cowardly.

The chieftain understood that Cowardly could only prolong the Minotaurs' survival for a short time. Their innate lack of intelligence meant that relying on Cowardly wouldn't lead to any significant progress. Only the Barbarian class could reshape the Minotaurs' future!

Low intelligence was a disadvantage for many classes, but not for Barbarians. Rage was the source of a Barbarian's power, and the lower the intelligence, the easier it was to become enraged.

At that moment, the Minotaur Chieftain, fueled by the rage of being ambushed by enemies, the rage of being abandoned by his tribesmen, and the rage over the Minotaurs' bleak future, was surrounded by a tangible, crimson aura.

He broke through!

From level 10 to level 11!

At that moment, the Minotaur Chieftain pulled the arrow from his knee, roared, and charged towards the Centaur King. His leg was as agile and explosive as if it hadn't been injured at all.

The Centaur King calmly instructed:

"You go deal with the other Minotaurs. Have Atlan and Taylor come support me. I'll hold off the Minotaur Chieftain."

He grabbed a handful of crude arrows and fired one.

"Hey, big dummy, come and chase me!"

Rage consumed the Minotaur Chieftain's mind, and he only wanted to tear the Centaur King apart. His powerful strength allowed him to briefly surpass the Centaur King's speed as he ran, causing the earth to tremble.

The Centaur King didn't dare shoot any more arrows to provoke the Minotaur, fearing that the chieftain's rage would intensify and cause him to catch up and deliver a blow. Although he believed his close-quarters combat skills were decent.

Fighting a Barbarian in close combat was the least cost-effective option.

As the Centaur King and the Minotaur Chieftain engaged in a game of cat and mouse, Atlan was wreaking havoc among the Minotaur herd with his merciless iron tail.

Of course, that wasn't possible!

These Minotaurs were covered in lake water and slime from the road, making them highly conductive. Atlan would be remiss if he didn't electrify them, given the scene he had meticulously set up.

Naturally, he unleashed Lightning Breath and Thunder Wave together. If he was lucky, he could paralyze two or three Minotaurs at once; if he was unlucky, at least one. All the Minotaurs lingering on the road were knocked down.

As for those Minotaurs who had been eating fish, they finally sensed something was wrong.

There was thunder and lightning ahead, and the commotion was clearly not in line with the Minotaurs' style.

As they hurried to catch up with the main force, they realized that they seemed to be the main force. A drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the road quickly became muddy.

The Minotaurs didn't think anything was amiss until they encountered the Minotaurs who had run back. They realized that some familiar faces seemed to be missing from the tribe.

But their low intelligence prevented them from understanding what had happened. Twenty or thirty Minotaurs gathered together, and they regained their confidence to go back and rescue their chieftain.

Just as they were about to rescue their chieftain, the wind picked up.

The rain and wind grew stronger, and the rain became increasingly biting. A layer of mist gradually formed, and in a very short time, the rain turned into snow. White ice crystals began to freeze their bodies.

The Minotaurs finally sensed the danger. They wanted to run, but they couldn't escape. They could only huddle together, trying to resist the blizzard in this way.

The blizzard didn't last long, but it was enough to freeze their bodies. Given the Minotaurs' physique, they could actually recover as long as they were given a little time to move around.

Unfortunately, they didn't have time.

Blood-sucking vines suddenly emerged from the soil, wrapping around the Minotaurs' bodies and constantly draining their stamina and vitality. The Minotaurs who had been paralyzed earlier were the same.

The missing ones were being dragged into the nearby bushes by the blood-sucking vines to be drained of their blood.

The vines' unique toxins prevented the bound prey from calling for help.

These were just small toys that the Vine Woman casually cultivated, but when used on the Minotaurs, she realized that these blood-sucking vines were really useful!

Atlan's original intention was to have an insurance measure in case he couldn't control the situation. The Bearman would definitely not participate in such things, so he could only ask his teacher for help.

The Vine Woman was protective of her own, and she immediately took out the blood-sucking vines and gave them to Atlan, telling him that even if things were impossible, releasing the blood-sucking vines could buy him time to retreat.

As long as Atlan flew high, the Minotaurs couldn't hurt him.

The blood-sucking vines perfectly met Atlan's needs.

He valued the blood-sucking vines' ability to weaken enemies more than their role in holding off enemies during a retreat. They were most suitable for capturing prisoners, and in less than ten minutes, he had captured 39 Minotaurs.

The color of the blood-sucking vines became more vibrant, and even two delicate flowers bloomed. The bright red color was as bewitching as if blood was about to drip from them in the next second.

A few Minotaurs still managed to escape. These thick-skinned guys were really hard to catch.

A Centaur arrived on horseback to report that the Centaur King was dealing with the crazed Minotaur Chieftain, and Atlan was also a little flustered.

The sleet just now was the level 3 spell Rain and Snow Storm that he had cast. Although a level 5 Druid could already use level 3 spells, and even twice.

But the reason why the rain and snow storm just now could cover such a large area was entirely because he used magic to expand the power of the rain and snow storm. The price was that he, a dragon who had knocked down dozens of Minotaurs, had been drained dry and had no magic left.

He could only rely on breath and spell slots to provide support and guerrilla warfare.

Who knew that when he rushed over, he happened to see the scene of the Tiger-man displaying his might.

The best way to deal with a raging Barbarian is to knock him unconscious and make him lose consciousness.

The Tiger-man did very well, sneaking up behind him and unleashing a flurry of blows like a storm, continuously landing on the back of the Minotaur Chieftain's head. It took a full 13 punches before the Minotaur Chieftain was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

Atlan released the blood-sucking vines to tie up the chieftain as well.

"That's great, we've found the oxen needed for land reclamation and plowing."