Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At Blackrock Peak in the center of the Furious Tauren Clan in the Gray Wasteland, tens of thousands of Tauren have built densely packed tents around the mountain.

Inside the camp, a heavily armored minotaur warrior with broken horns came to the fence, pointed at a dying ferocious tiger, and said to his subordinates beside him: "Kill it."

"Yes, Banuko."

The two Tauren warriors standing behind him bowed their heads in salute, then came to the fence, opened it, dragged the ferocious tiger out, and chopped off its head with a giant axe.

The horned minotaur wearing heavy armor grabbed the corpse of the ferocious beast with his bare hands, buried his head in its neck, and frantically sucked the blood containing elements.

After a while, the horn-broken minotaur threw the carcass of the ferocious tiger on the ground and ordered the two minotaur warriors: "Roast it and send it to the chieftain's tent."

"Yes."

The two Tauren warriors suppressed their desire for flesh and blood, lifted the body of the ferocious tiger, and walked towards the kitchen.

After drinking the blood containing elements, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of the severed minotaur, but then he restrained himself and walked towards the central tent.

As he approached the tent, the Broken-Horned Tauren heard the roar of the great chief.

"Three thousand furious warriors, this is the bottom line."

"Zarka, you dare to disobey Lord Amroth's orders. You are seeking death."

The minotaur with a broken leg remained calm, opened the curtain, entered the tent, and sat down at the very end.

Inside the tent, a high-level furious minotaur stared at a mid-level dragonman and shouted angrily, "Shabash, you bastard, you bastard, I'll chop your head off with my battle axe."

"Zarka, this is the order of Lord Amroth. The Furious Tauren Clan must send out 5,000 Furious Warriors. This is not a discussion with you, but a notification to you." The soul-minded middle-level dragonman was not afraid at all, and looked coldly at the furious chieftain of the Furious Tauren Clan.

"Damn you, you think the Fury Warriors are a bunch of lowly Lizardmen? Three thousand Fury Warriors is the bottom line of the Fury Clan. At most, we can add another thirty thousand Tauren Warriors."

"Zarka, I don't care about this. You must send five thousand Furious Warriors to the place where ogres and goblins live together within a month, otherwise your entire Furious Clan will be prepared to bear the wrath of Lord Amroth." I've said it before, and I'll say it again this time. After saying this, the mid-level soul dragon man stood up expressionlessly and left the tent.

Until the back of the dragon man disappeared, Zarka, the patriarch of the furious minotaur clan who looked like he was going to eat dragons, restrained his expression and was no longer as savage as before. He looked at the hundreds of Banukos in the tent and asked, "Tell me what we should do."

Many minotaur Banuko looked at each other and lowered their heads.

Looking at the silent tent, Zarka felt deeply helpless.

There are many Tauren who can fight, but few who are smart.

The Fury Warrior is the bravest and most skilled warrior of the Furious Tauren clan. Only one can be born among every hundred Tauren. He has been subjected to the most rigorous training since childhood. One out of every three meals he eats is raw flesh and blood of Warcraft. He becomes a Fury Warrior after experiencing bloody battles at the age of twenty.

Every fifty furious warriors select the strongest warrior and grant him the title of Banuko.

At its peak, the Fury Clan had tens of millions of followers, over 30,000 Fury Warriors, and thousands of Fury Warriors with the title of Banuko.

If at that time, the Legendary Red Dragon asked the Fury Clan to send troops, he would definitely not hesitate, but now these five thousand Fury Warriors are the confidence of the Fury Clan to dominate this place.

After a long while, still no Minotaur Banuko stood up to offer any effective suggestions.

Zarka sighed deeply and ordered, "Tien."

"The Great Chief."

A majestic minotaur stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Go and select five thousand furious warriors, and lead them to the place where kobolds and goblins live together, and obey Archibald's orders."

"Yes, Warchief."

"Bring that human with you. If necessary, you can threaten him with the human woman and ask him to give you advice."

"Yes."

The minotaur Tien answered loudly.

"Okay, sit down."

He is the tallest among the short ones. Although Tien is not very smart, he is at least the only minotaur among the many Banuko who can listen to advice.

Afterwards, a roasted ferocious tiger was carried into the tent by four Tauren warriors.

Sniffing the tempting aroma, many Banuko looked at the chief sitting in the main seat.

"eat."

Following an order from Zarka, the chieftain of the Furious Tauren clan, many Banukochi went into battle and began to fight for food with brute force.

Watching the many Banuko eating, Zarka did not have the joy he usually had, and his eyes revealed worry.

I hope Tien doesn’t take his words lightly, otherwise these five thousand furious warriors will never return.

……

In the area where gnolls and goblins live together, more than a hundred thousand monster clan armies poured into this place and took the millions of goblins and gnolls in this area as slaves and military rations.

In a forward camp, ten gnolls drove hundreds of goblins out of their caves, slaughtered them, removed their heads, smashed them into a paste, and threw them into a pot to make broth, which served as a day's meal for the more than 3,000 gnolls.

As for the heads, they would not be discarded. They would be smashed into pieces and boiled into soup with some tree bark and weeds to feed the strong goblin slaves.

As cannon fodder, they had to be kept strong, otherwise they would die before they could run a few steps on the battlefield. Then they would have to use their bodies to consume humans' crossbows, feather arrows and magic crystal cannons.

As time passed, the bloody aura echoed in the buffer zone.

The Centaur clans in the north smelled the scent of war, stopped trading with Qixing Territory, and migrated to the north.

As for the goblin slaves and kobold slaves who were mining, some were kept as stud horses, and the rest were all sold to the group of giant axe minotaurs in the south.