"Chief, this..."

"We want to defend it, but can we?"

"Yes, Chief, there are too many of them!"

The young Tauren are still passionate and want to fight with the demonized Tauren, but some older Tauren don’t think so. They feel that Mu Mu has made the wrong decision.

The ancestral land is indeed important, but what is more important is the tribe. His actions are undoubtedly leading his tribe to death. With only a hundred or so of them, resisting more than a hundred demonized minotaurs is like using an egg to hit a stone. They are bound to die.

They are not afraid of death, but they cannot let the entire tribe be destroyed. The old tauren can stay to contain the enemy, but at least the young tauren and children must be sent out.

"We stay and let the kids go!"

"No, we won't leave. We want to fight with the chief!"

"Yes, let's fight together!"

“You’ll die…”

The minotaurs were noisy and in chaos. The older minotaurs tried to persuade the hot-blooded younger minotaurs, but the effect was not very good. After all, minotaurs are stubborn by nature. I have made up my mind. No matter what you say, I will not change my mind. Do whatever you want. If you have the guts, kill me.

Mumu couldn't stand it anymore, and smashed the totem pole to the ground again. The dull sound stopped the tribesmen from arguing.

Looking at the tribesmen who had quieted down, Mumu spoke slowly and firmly, "Listen to me, we are not fighting alone! We have allies and reinforcements, and we can hold on!"

An elderly minotaur, leaning on a wooden stick, staggered out of the crowd. "Chief, tell us the truth. Where are our reinforcements coming from, and who are they from?"

"The undead are the undead who fought alongside us last time. They are our reinforcements." Mu Mu revealed his cards.

When they heard that the reinforcements were undead, the surrounding Tauren were stunned. They thought that other Tauren tribes would come to help them, but they didn't expect that they were undead. They were worried again.

It is true that the undead did not attack them last time, nor did they kill people everywhere as the legend said, but this does not mean that they are kind. How could the patriarch believe those guys?

"We don't have much time. I've already communicated with the Lord of the Dead, and he's promised to help us."

"Chief, even with the help of the undead, I'm afraid we still can't deal with so many enemies."

Having help is a good thing, but whether the help can defeat the demonized minotaurs is another matter. Last time there were only a dozen demonized minotaurs, but this time there are more than a hundred. They really don’t believe that the undead can deal with so many demonized minotaurs.

Beep—beep—

Mou Mou wanted to say something else, but a horn sounded outside the tribe. Just as they were arguing, the demonized minotaur arrived.

The faces of the tauren in the tribe suddenly changed. Now they had no choice but to defend without having to consider whether to fight or run away.

"Pick up your weapons and follow me!"

Mou Mou carried the totem pole and called out to the minotaurs. One by one, the minotaurs, young and middle-aged, picked up their totem poles and followed him out of the tribe.

Under the moonlight, a group of gray-black skinned minotaurs came to the outside of the tribe. Their eyes were red, full of violence and madness. They came not to kill, but to take revenge!

Without any nonsense, the demonized minotaurs launched an attack on the tribe. Mumu led the minotaurs in the tribe out, waving totem poles to meet the enemy, and shouts of killing rang out in the empty wasteland.

Mou Mou and his men were outnumbered and weaker in combat than the enemy, but they were like trapped beasts with no way to retreat. They fought for their lives and did manage to block the attack of the demonized minotaur. But everyone knew that this was only temporary, and everything would be over when their physical strength was exhausted.

…

"Tauren will never be slaves!"

"For the glory of our ancestors!"

Boom boom boom——

With roars, the totem poles fell heavily. The Tauren of the Tab tribe had red eyes and struggled to resist the attacks of the demonized Tauren.

Mou Mou shouted and continued to attack, but he was always paying attention to the situation around him out of the corner of his eyes. The situation had become bad. The strength of the tribe had begun to fade. Facing the powerful attack of the demonized minotaur, they were completely holding on in the battle.

The undead still did not appear.

He dared not show the anxiety in his heart at all. He could only wave the totem pole in his hand again and again to repel the demonized minotaur that was charging at him. He was the pillar of the tribe and the source of confidence for the tribe members. As long as he did not waver, the tribe members would still be full of hope.

The attack became more and more fierce, and more and more tribesmen fell. Mu Mu felt his heart twitching. These were his friends, his brothers, his elders, and they died just like that.

The totem pole in his hand became heavy, and every swing consumed more strength. Mou Mou's breathing became heavy, and white smoke kept coming out of his nostrils. As the chief of the tribe, he was the one standing in the front, blocking the most fiercely charged part of the enemy. At this point in the battle, he was running out of strength.

If the undead doesn't come soon, I will really die here.

Until now, Mou Mou has never doubted whether Li Ziyu was playing a trick on him, nor has he regretted leading his people to resist the demonized minotaur.

Just as he smashed the totem pole again to knock a demonized minotaur away, he suddenly heard the screams of his tribesmen.

"What is that!"

The stalemate battlefield suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were looking into the distance, where dust was flying and crackling, like a storm in the desert, sweeping in.

In the dust, a tall white fortress gradually emerged. Built by countless skeletons, it looked eerie and terrifying, yet solemn and grand. Soul fires were burning, and the undead shook their weapons and roared their souls.

"Reinforcements—"

"It's the undead!"

"We are saved, charge!"

The minotaurs had never felt that the undead were so cute. The blood in their bodies boiled again. They gritted their teeth and rushed towards the demonized minotaur with all their remaining strength.

Li Ziyu stood on the top of the main building, overlooking the distance. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a sinister smile. He raised his hand and pointed at the battlefield, "Attack with all your strength!"

A large amount of soul energy was injected into the skeleton engine, and the soul fire burned more violently. The alien skull opened its mouth and let out a silent roar, driving the tall fortress with terrifying oppressive force, straight towards the demonized minotaur.

Faced with the high-speed, more than thirty-meter-high mobile fortress, the demonized minotaurs would not dare to resist it no matter how stupid they were. They dodged and made room for the fortress, allowing the fortress to rush into the crowd. The undead jumped down from the fortress like dumplings, waving their weapons and rushing towards the demonized minotaur.

The combat effectiveness of the skeleton undead is far inferior to that of the demonized minotaurs. Even the minotaurs can easily knock them down, but they cannot withstand their huge numbers. More than two thousand skeleton undead are facing more than one hundred demonized minotaurs. What does the disparity in power matter?

A dozen undead surrounded a demonized minotaur, without any defense, and attacked fiercely with weapons. The demonized minotaur roared angrily, and beat several undead to pieces, but he himself fell to the ground and became a corpse.