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A gentle breeze brushed over the grassland, stirring waves of green.
The earth trembled slightly.
In the distance, the barbarian army advanced toward the great plain, resembling a dark cloud.
Three barbarian generals rode on tamed advanced lion-tiger demon beasts, chatting and laughing along the way.
"Is that... a centaur?"
One of the barbarian generals, spotting the lone centaur standing on the great plain ahead of the barbarian legion from several kilometers away, immediately noticed him.
It seemed like he was waiting for their arrival.
The three barbarian generals looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Bravery is commendable, this centaur must be the king of the centaur clan," one of the barbarian generals chuckled, and said to his companions,
"You guys better not fight me for it, I spotted him first, so his head is mine!"
"Hmph, you lucky bastard," the barbarian general to his left shook his head helplessly.
