Chapter 153
Serious matters were too taxing, and Notting didn't want to get involved. He hummed a little tune and strolled along the wide streets with his head in his hands.
The streets of the Red Grass Tribe are flat and clean, and they look even tidier when covered with snow.
The wooden houses built by the Tauren stood on the ground in an orderly manner, unlike the chaotic tents or wooden sheds and earthen houses of the Snow Werewolves. These wooden houses were located in a regular pattern, with streets in the middle leading to all directions.
Notting had come to the Red Grass Tribe several times with Black Rock, and he had always been envious every time. However, this time, that feeling had faded a lot. After seeing the houses built by the dwarves and Yu Sui with cement bricks, these wooden houses were not so enviable in comparison.
In his opinion, wooden houses were not as cold-proof as brick houses, and the glass used by the Tauren for windows was not as transparent as the glass used by their Black Map tribe.
Even the fireplaces used by the minotaurs for heating were not as warm as the stoves and kangs built by the dwarves. Notting still preferred Xiaoyusui's house. He planned to build a house like that next year, which would be comfortable and have a place to store food.
Several minotaurs, surrounded by thick fur, ran past Notting, laughing and holding snowballs. Notting thought of the little cubs of the Black Map tribe who also liked to play in snow piles on snowy days, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Young Chief, Chief Xiuer is out. I heard he's with the Snow Wolf Man."
Amid the cheers of the surrounding minotaurs, the voices of orcs suddenly rang out from afar. Notting pricked his ears; the voices sounded familiar, and the title of Young Chief...
His brows were knitted together, and it was that annoying black werewolf again.
"Is the Minotaur hiding from us, Young Chief? I'll go find him for you!" The owner of the other voice was obviously reckless and spoke in an angry tone.
Notting shook his head irritably and said impatiently, "How annoying! Don't you know that Patriarch Xiuer is busy? He doesn't want to pay attention to you. You really have no self-awareness."
The little minotaurs who were playing happily didn't know what he was talking about suddenly. They stopped what they were doing and the little minotaurs looked at him in confusion.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Several figures rushed over from the place where the sound came from with movements that were invisible to the naked eye. Two of them stopped on the eaves nearby, and the other figure rushed in front of Notting and kicked Notting in the face as fast as the wind.
Notting's face, which always showed a silly smile when he was young, turned cold at this moment, and his eyes were full of coldness. He reacted quickly and dodged the kick by turning sideways. He grabbed the ankle of the person who came and shouted angrily, throwing the person away.
The black werewolf Manlin changed his shape in the air, jumped a few times with the force, and finally stopped on the roof of another wooden house.
"You're quite skilled," said the black werewolf standing firmly on the rooftop, hugging his chest. "You were able to catch Manlin's kick, so you're worthy of being a snow werewolf. It's a pity you're so talkative."
There was a black werewolf across from him, who sneered, "It's not your place as snow werewolves to interfere in our affairs."
Manlin stood up and shook her black hair. Her figure was graceful yet full of strength. "I want to see your strength. They say that snow werewolves are the strongest among wolves, but in my opinion, it's just a false reputation."
Notting bent down, his pupils contracted, and sharp claws began to emerge from his fingers.
With a bang, Manlin who rushed down from the roof and Notting who jumped up made a loud collision in mid-air. A strong fighting spirit appeared in the eyes of both of them. Their punches hit the flesh and their legs and feet made a rustling sound.
The two men fought from mid-air to the ground, and the snowflakes and dirt mixed together and flew all over the sky. The few little minotaurs who were playing were unaware of the danger and stopped to watch the fun. An adult minotaur emerged from a wooden house next to them and quickly dragged them into the house, thus avoiding being affected.
"You're a good guy!"
Manlin withdrew her numbed hand, her breathing a little faster, but sweat broke out on her forehead despite the cold weather.
Notting took a few steps back and stopped, touching his aching chest and abdomen. He said with a forced smile, "You too."
Both of them had bloodstains on their bodies, and there were several scratch marks on Notting's face. Bright red blood dripped from their wounds onto the snow, leaving a string of red marks.
The black werewolves watching the fight on the rooftops on both sides saw them stop, and one of the male black werewolves jumped down eagerly, "Let me try too!"
Notting turned around cautiously and bared his teeth at him, "You black werewolves are despicable. Come on!"
The black werewolf's face darkened, and he stretched out his sharp claws in front of him, ready to rush towards Notting.
"Okay, Lumbt, stop."
A young black werewolf walked out from another street. It was the young patriarch Levi.
After he finished speaking, Lembute reluctantly slowly put down his hand and walked behind Levi with Manlin.
The black werewolf on the roof also jumped down.
Notting didn't like the young leader of the black werewolves. He always felt uncomfortable with the way he looked at him.
The sound of fighting here also attracted the attention of other orcs. At this time, several snow werewolf warriors, led by Qi, quickly rushed over and stood next to Notting.
"What's going on?" Qi asked in a deep voice, but his eyes never left Levi's, his eyes were alert.
Notting's tense nerves relaxed a little the moment he saw his tribesmen. He rubbed the injured part of his body with a grimace, "I heard they were looking for Chief Xiuer, and I couldn't help but interrupt, so I got into a fight with them."
Actually, it was his fault, but he couldn't help it, because the black werewolf was so annoying.
Manlin was full of wild beauty. Seeing this, she blew on her white and slender fingers, and a cold light flickered between her fingers.
"You should be happy that you can tie with me."
"Tsk," Notting sneered, "Are you so proud of yourself just because you tied with me? Our tribe's vanilla hasn't come yet. If she had, she would have beaten you to a pulp."
Although both are female, Vanilla is much more powerful than the black werewolf. Neither he nor Ashan dares to shout in front of Vanilla, otherwise they will get beaten.
Manlin's expression froze for a moment, and a murderous look flashed in her eyes. "What did you say!"
As she spoke, she took a fighting stance, and the other two black werewolves were also ready to move, until Levi stretched out a hand with an expressionless face, and then they forced themselves to stand still.
"Snow Werewolf, I have no intention of causing a quarrel. It was your people who were the first to offend. How about we have a fight? Regardless of whether we win or lose, this struggle will end here."
Levi spoke first, his eyes full of fighting spirit, his black hair moving silently in the snow, and his beast power surging out.
With a sneer, he prompted Notting and the others to step back, "Of course."
At the critical moment when the battle was about to break out, Chief Xiuer, Yu Sui and others who had fallen behind also rushed over.
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