"Please sit down."
The two men walked into the thatched hut. Mou Mou raised his hand to guide them. Li Ziyu turned his head and looked around. There was hay on the ground, so he simply sat down cross-legged. When Mou Mou sat down, he grimaced and his wound started bleeding again.
Li Ziyu was grinning as he watched. It was only because the Minotaur was strong that he could hold on with wounds all over his body. If he was covered in wounds, he would have collapsed by now. He even sat down. It hurt so much. "Do you want to get bandaged first?"
Mou Mou originally wanted to say no, but he felt his strength draining away. If he continued like this, he would probably faint before he could say a few words. He sighed, turned around and found a bunch of grass and flowers, chewed them until the juice splashed everywhere, and then applied them to the wound.
The tribesmen have their own way of living. The medicines they use are all natural and effective. When the herbs are applied to the wound, the bleeding stops quickly, the pain is replaced by numbness, and a cool feeling comes. The frown gradually relaxes, and the expression is no longer painful.
After the pain subsided, Mou Mou put down the herbs, drank a sip of water, and looked up at Li Ziyu, "Thank you again for your help."
Li Ziyu glanced at the herbs and wondered if he should get some too. They looked quite useful. Hearing Mou Mou's words, he waved his hand and said, "Don't take it too seriously. We are friends."
Anyway, I won't lose anything by saving you. I will accept the corpse of the demonized minotaur. Although I can't use it now, the special materials will always be valuable.
As the old saying goes, more friends mean more roads, more enemies mean more walls. He is a time traveler and has no roots in the other world. He can't find anyone to help him when something happens. It is naturally a good thing to make two more friends, especially with the indigenous people. The relationship between them is complicated, and who knows when he can get help.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke again, "By the way, what are you going to do next? Are you going to continue living here?"
Li Ziyu's question left Mou Mou silent. Yes, they had blocked the attack of the demonized minotaur, so what next? Would they still live on their ancestral land?
The tribe was not big to begin with, and after this battle, it suffered heavy casualties. The Tauren were not a fast-reproducing race, and it seemed difficult for them to continue living with the existing population. He didn't know that there would be no more demonized Tauren coming to attack them. With the threat of demonized Tauren, their lives would not be smooth.
Many orcs are attached to the land and will not easily leave their original territory. The same goes for the Tauren. For them, the ancestral land is their root. If they leave their roots, they will be like duckweed. The feeling of being down-to-earth is the best, and they do not want to leave their ancestral land.
But can they continue to live without leaving their homeland?
This time, there were over a hundred demonized minotaurs. What about next time? Would there be even more? How would they defend themselves? Would they have to ask the undead for help every time the demonized minotaurs came? The Undead Lord was his friend, not his father. Why should he always help them? Helping them once was friendship, helping them twice was a favor, but he couldn't always help them.
Mou Mou is not an ordinary tauren warrior, he is the chief of the tribe, carrying the Tabu tribe on his shoulders. His mission is not to lead his relatives and friends to fight endlessly with the demonized tauren and make contributions to the wasteland, but to allow the Tabu tribe to survive in the wasteland and the tribesmen to live better and better.
Before the battle, all he wanted was to defend his ancestral land. The passion that surged in his chest made him choose to find allies and go to war with the demonized tauren. After the battle, the passion subsided, and nearly half of the tribe members were reduced, leaving only the old and the young. The tribe was devastated and faced the possibility of another threat.
All this made Mou Mou doubt whether he had made the wrong decision and whether he should have listened to the advice of the elders, abandoned the base, fled to other places, and sought temporary stability.
No, that's not it!
Mu Mu shook his head and rejected such an idea. The demonized minotaurs were not ordinary invaders. They did not come for land, but to kill and demonize more minotaurs.
Even if he escaped with his people, the demonized minotaur would chase them closely, giving them no time to rest, until all of them were dead. There were too many such examples.
Fight with them and eliminate them to win more time!
Li Ziyu sat quietly across from Mou Mou, watching his facial expressions constantly change, sometimes frowning, sometimes shaking his head, and sometimes relaxing. After waiting for a long time, he still didn't speak, so he said, "I have a suggestion for you, I wonder if you'd like to hear it."
"Please speak, my friend." Mumu looked up when he heard the voice.
"Come with me, take the rest of your people, follow me and join me." Li Ziyu said softly.
"Follow you..." Mu Mu was stunned. Who was the other party? It was the Lord of the Undead. If he followed him, would he transform all of them into undead?
Li Ziyu had thought about this a long time ago. The mobile fortress will become bigger and bigger, and it can also be combined with other fortresses to become a city-state-like existence. Then, can more races be called to join?
It should be possible. All kinds of races can live together in harmony under the rule of the undead. What a beautiful future this will be. Among these races there will be fox people, snake people, rabbit people...
Ah, it's definitely not lust, it's because the undead... fairness, yes, it's fairness, and it has nothing to do with those beauties of different races. It's because the undead can create a harmonious, fair and loving world. That's it, that's right.
If I say that the undead are fair, there shouldn't be many people who object. After all, what everyone pursues is completely different. The rights, wealth, and women that most races pursue are simply unnecessary things for the undead. The undead don't care about food, accommodation, etc. In some ways, these skeleton undead can be said to be saints who have no desires.
People's struggle for fame and fortune is just a passing cloud in the eyes of the dead. They can become saints without desires, the fairest judges and arbitrators, and they are not afraid of life and death, which can make them powerful conquerors and defenders.
No matter how you look at it, the undead can create the peaceful and prosperous world that all the schools of thought in previous lives wanted to see, right?
There's nothing wrong with it, it makes sense.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, we can experiment. If the Tauren can survive in the mobile fortress, then other races should be able to do so as well. By then, the fortress will be populated by foxmen, snakemen, rabbitmen...
Li Ziyu had a good idea, but it didn't sound like that to Mu Mu. He felt like the Undead Lord in front of him was going to turn them into skeletons and take them away. His expression turned unhappy, "We don't want to become undead."
"Uh, what do you mean by turning into undead? I didn't say I would turn you into undead. What I meant was that you move to my fortress to live. You can see that my fortress has become bigger and there is enough room to accommodate you." Li Ziyu scratched his head and looked at Mou Mou in confusion.
Is this what you mean?
Mou Mou was also confused. Instead of becoming a ghost, he was going to live in the fortress. Thinking of the mobile fortress outside that had become much larger than before, he suddenly became tempted.
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