Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

At the Blackstone Peak in the middle of the Furious Tauren Clan in the Gray Wasteland, tens of thousands of Taurens built densely packed tents around the mountain.

In the camp, a heavily armored Tauren warrior with a broken horn 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 and saluted, then came to the fence, opened the fence, dragged the ferocious tiger out, and chopped off its head with a giant axe.

The heavily armored Tauren with a broken horn grabbed the body of the ferocious beast with his bare hands, buried his head in its neck, and crazily sucked the blood containing elements.

After a while, the Tauren with a broken horn threw the body of the ferocious tiger on the ground and ordered the two Tauren warriors: "Roast it and send it to the tent of the great chief."

"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 tauren, and then he restrained himself and walked towards the central tent.

When approaching the tent, the broken-horned tauren heard the roar of the chieftain.

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

"Zarka, you dare to disobey the order of Lord Amroth, you are looking for death."

The broken-legged tauren remained calm, opened the curtain, entered the tent, and sat down at the end.

In the tent, a high-level soul-minded furious tauren stared at a mid-level soul-minded dragonman and cursed loudly: "Shabas, you bastard, you eat a **** reptile, believe it or not, I will chop off your head with a battle axe."

"Zarka, this is the order of Lord Amroth, the furious tauren clan must send out 5,000 furious warriors. This is not to discuss with you, but to inform you." The mid-level soul-minded dragonman was not afraid, and looked coldly at the furious chieftain of the furious furious tauren clan.

"Damn ****, do you think the Fury Warriors are those lowly lizardmen? Five thousand Fury Warriors, this is the bottom line of the Fury Clan, and at most thirty thousand Tauren Warriors."

"Zarka, I don't care about this. You must send five thousand Fury Warriors to the mixed settlement of Kobolds and Goblins within a month, otherwise your entire Fury Clan will be prepared to bear the wrath of Lord Amroth."

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After saying this, the soul-minded middle-level dragon man stood up expressionlessly and left the tent.

Until the back of the dragon man disappeared, Zarka, the patriarch of the Fury Tauren Clan who looked like he was going to eat dragons, restrained his expression on his face, no longer as savage as before, looked at the more than a hundred Banuko in the tent, and asked: "Tell us what to do."

Many Tauren 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 are smart.

The Fury Warrior is the bravest and most skilled warrior of the Fury Tauren Clan. Only one out of every 100 Taurens is likely to be born. He has been subjected to the most rigorous training since childhood. One out of every three meals is raw beast flesh and blood. He will not become a Fury Warrior until he reaches adulthood at the age of 20, and will experience bloody battles. He will understand the true meaning of rage in the fight and become a Fury Warrior.

Every fifty Fury Warriors will select the strongest warrior and grant him the title of Banuko.

At its peak, the Fury Clan had tens of millions of people, more than 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 5,000 Fury Warriors are the confidence of the Fury Clan to dominate this place.

After a long while, no Tauren Banuko stood up to make effective suggestions.

Zarka sighed deeply and ordered: "Tien."

"Great Chief."

A powerful Tauren stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Go and select 5,000 furious warriors, and lead them to the place where the ogres and goblins live together, and obey Archibald's orders."

"Yes, Great Chief."

"Take the 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."

Although Tien was not very smart, he was at least the minotaur who could listen to advice among the many Banuko.

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

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

"Eat."

With the order of Zarka, the great chief of the furious minotaur clan, many Banukos went into battle and began to fight for food with brute force.

Watching the scene of many Banuko eating, Zarka did not have the joy of the past, and his eyes revealed worry.

I hope Tien doesn't take his words lightly, otherwise these five thousand furious warriors will never come back.

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In the area where kobolds and goblins live together, more than 100,000 monster clan troops poured into this place, using the millions of goblins and kobolds in this area as slaves and military rations.

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

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

As cannon fodder, they still need to be raised stronger, otherwise they will die before they run a few steps on the battlefield, and they will have to use their bodies to consume the human crossbows, feather arrows and magic crystal cannons.

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

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

As for the goblin slaves and dog-headed slaves who mined, some were left as stallions, and the rest were sold to the giant axe minotaurs in the south.

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