The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 30 Tauren will never be slaves

Although the centaurs were helpers hired by Attilan with money, he only paid fifty gold coins to the horse king. Ten centaur rangers went to fight in friendship. Attilan naturally wanted the centaurs to share the spoils of the tauren camp.

The ground that was originally turned into mud was frozen into ice due to the rain and snow storm. Although the road surface was a bit slippery, it was much better than walking on mud.

There were still several tauren in the camp searching for treasures and food, and they happened to be taken down by Attilan using blood-sucking vines. He smiled and said:

"Everything has been sorted out for us. Mep, take the two apprentices and look for it again to see if there is anything missing."

This group of tauren is a poor tribe. They seem to have a lot of coins. When you open them, they are all silver coins and there are only a few gold coins.

More than three hundred silver coins, as well as some damaged gold and silver jewelry, and five gold coins, the total value is less than forty gold coins.

"Thank you Horse King for your kind help. Each of us has half of these gold coins. As for the food, you also know that I have captured so many tauren captives. I don't know how much food it will cost to raise them."

"I don't think I can give it to you. How about you pick a few tauren and take them away?"

The horse king glanced at the smelly tauren with some disgust.

He doesn't want any of these stupid tauren who eat too much. He rules the tribe of centaurs, and even if he recruits centaurs to join the tribe, the horse king must examine them before accepting them.

What's more, it's a foreign tauren.

"No need, we didn't contribute much in this battle. Most of the arrows shot can be recycled, so the money is enough."

After the horses and men divided the money, the horse king led the clan members away in style. Listening to the clatter of horse hooves, Attilan lamented that the horses and horses lived so freely and freely, guarding a tribe of more than a hundred people, relying on planting, hunting, and animal husbandry for their lives.

If there is no desire in the heart, the life will not be so tiring.

Unlike Attilan, who wants to expand his sphere of influence, he has more and more things to deal with. If he doesn't expand his strength into the wasteland, he won't provoke the tauren.

The tiger man's fist was still not strong enough. The tauren chief woke up less than an hour after being knocked unconscious and found that he was tied up. The chief immediately flexed his muscles and tried to break the rope.

He wanted to mobilize his anger, but found that he was unable to do so.

The more the chief struggled, the more excited the blood-sucking vines became, and the spikes kept absorbing his blood. Attilan was filled with emotion. They all said that he was a brave man, and even a level 11 barbarian turned into a soft-footed shrimp after being drained of blood. .

I can't get angry at all.

"What is this thing about me? I have the guts to let me go and fight again. If I lose, I'll be your slave."

Attilan looked down at the Tauren chief coldly.

"You have already lost and are now my slave. Why do you want to gamble with me with what is already mine?"

The Tauren chief was stunned by Attilan, and he roared regardless:

"Coward, where is your majesty as a dragon!?"

Attilan let out a loud dragon roar that drowned out the chieftain's roar.

"Now I know you are provoking a giant dragon! You dare to kidnap and extort the dragon's relatives, you are very brave!"

The chief now glared at the satyr in the corner.

"I thought it was just an exploration team of fishmen. How did I know they were your dependents!"

Attilan turned to look at the satyr, frowned and asked:

"Didn't you tell them?"

The satyr was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, something is wrong!

"I'm not your dependent, what are you talking about? You should ask them both."

<divclass="contentadv">The scalps of the two apprentices were numb, and No. 1 asked nervously:

"Dragon Lord, what's the use of telling the tauren that we are your dependents? We really don't know what to say, please Dragon Lord punish us, we must remember to say it next time!"

It seems to be the case, there are just two dependents. Even if the dragon's dependents are killed, the worst is to continue living in another place. Could it be that a giant dragon would leave the dragon's nest to hunt down the perpetrator for the sake of worthless dependents?

"Okay, you are right, it is these tauren who are wrong."

Attilan looked at the Tauren chief with some curiosity.

"Why are you extorting fresh fish? I see you have no shortage of food?"

The tauren stored a large amount of food such as baobab fruits and mutton, and the two hundred kilograms of fresh fish they brought were not enough for the tauren's meal.

The tauren chief raised his head and said nothing. Attilan turned his head and glared at a 2.7-meter-tall elite tauren, exuding dragon power and intimidation.

"You tell me!"

"We found an oasis in the wilderness, caught a few fish in the water, and grilled them with the sand sheep. The chief liked them very much. After asking around to find out where there were a lot of fresh fish, he took us here to migrate."

"Who would have known that we would bump into a fishman just two days after arriving. It was difficult to catch fish in the river. Thinking that fishmen are good at fishing, we decided to catch these two fishmen and threaten the fishmen to help us fish. "

Unexpectedly, this tauren chief is also a foodie!

What I just said about letting go and fighting again, and if I win, I will become a slave is bullshit. How can I believe what the tauren said? He just wanted Attilan to let go of him so that he could have a chance to escape.

Instead of showing him that the Minotaur will never be a slave, Attilan planned to show them the next line directly.

"From today on, all tauren are my slaves, and slaves who perform well will have the opportunity to be free and become my dependents!"

"If anyone is disobedient, let the blood-sucking vines drain his blood!"

The best person to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys is naturally their chief.

Originally, these captured tauren were in a panic when they woke up, but after seeing that their chief was also captured, they miraculously calmed down.

"If it's okay, I'll leave first."

Although he had a bad relationship with the tiger man, the tiger man helped him and allowed him to stay for a meal. This was an inheritance from the land of etiquette.

"Let's have a meal before leaving. It's a good time to taste the progress of Maple's craftsmanship during this period."

"That's it."

The satyr helped to smooth things over, and he also hoped to ease the relationship between Attilan and the Khajiit.

Sand sheep is a very delicious food, but the way the tauren cook it is worthy of their intelligence. They don't pluck the hair or process the internal organs, just stick it on the sticks and roast it.

There is no seasoning, and the meat is burnt and raw. Who would like to eat it?

No wonder the chief likes to eat raw fish. After all, I have heard that he likes to eat sashimi, but I have never heard of anyone who likes to eat sashimi.

"The roasted sheep will be processed and stewed into soup. The other sheep will be cleaned and cut into slices and roasted on a stone slab. As for the baobab fruit, part of it will be roasted directly, and part of the pulp will be taken out to make jam and eaten with the lamb."

"Remember not to throw away the core, it can be used to squeeze oil."

The satyr looked at Attilan in surprise. He, a water dragon, also had the inheritance memory of cooking these desert ingredients?

"I'll go find some ingredients nearby and come back."

Attilan walked around and only found some shallots. When he came back, the lamb had been processed and started to be grilled. He chopped up the shallots and sprinkled them into the roasted lamb. A strong fragrance wafted through the camp.

All the tauren were swallowing saliva as they were stimulated by the scent. They were curious about what the dragon was eating with them, and did they have a share?

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