Although the ancestral land is good, if it cannot be defended, all the tribesmen will lose their lives. If they leave the ancestral land, they don’t know where to go or whether they can find a suitable place to settle down. The insufficient population will make survival even more difficult.
Joining the Fortress of the Undead seems to be a good choice. The fortress is tall and is guarded by a large number of undead. The Lord of the Undead is full of kindness and can protect them. Mou Mou can't help but be tempted.
But even if you are tempted, you still have to discuss it with other members of the tribe.
"Lord of the Undead, I understand your proposal, but could you give me some time? I need to discuss this with the Master."
"Okay, but you have to hurry. I can't wait here forever."
"Okay, I'll go now."
As Mou Mou spoke, he stood up and walked out. Li Ziyu remained sitting there, quietly waiting for news from Mou Mou.
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He went outside to gather his tribesmen and told them what Li Ziyu said. The minotaurs were immediately in an uproar. This was like escaping from the tiger's mouth and falling into the wolf's den. They had finally repelled the attack of the demonized minotaurs, but now they were about to abandon their ancestral land and join the undead. Then why did they fight the demonized minotaurs in the first place?
Even though Li Ziyu and the undead helped the minotaurs and extended a helping hand to them, in the hearts of the minotaurs, the undead were still the terrifying race in the legend, the kind that no living creatures could enter, and were not much stronger than the demonized minotaurs. What good could be the outcome of living with the undead?
Just when the tribesmen were opposing and Mumu was getting anxious, a minotaur child came up to Mumu through the crowd, looked up at him and said, "I support you."
As soon as the minotaur child spoke, the Tabu minotaurs suddenly became strangely quiet, with expressions of surprise on their faces. They looked at each other, then turned their gaze to the child and Mou Mou.
"Tastuling, do you think this is an opportunity?" Mumu looked serious and asked earnestly.
"I feel like this is our only chance." The minotaur child named Tastulin turned around and faced his people. "The demonized minotaur won't let us go. As long as we're here, they'll attack again. How can we stop them? Rather than abandoning our ancestral land, being hunted, and fleeing into the wilderness, we might as well join the undead."
"This... Tastuling, are you serious?" The Minotaur elder asked in disbelief, leaning on a wooden stick.
"Yes, I am serious." Tusturing nodded.
The minotaurs looked at each other and lowered their heads, indicating that they would obey Tastuling's arrangement. Mumu supported Tastuling's shoulders and looked at his people, "In that case, we will join the undead."
Tasturin is the most special minotaur in the Tabu tribe. He is not a child of the Tabu tribe. His father has some connection with the Tabu tribe. Later, when he encountered a disaster, he was sent to the Tabu tribe for foster care. In other words, Tasturin is actually an orphan who grew up eating at many families' homes.
He showed amazing talent since he was a child and possessed extremely strong blood energy. He inherited the abilities of his father's Lei Niu clan and his mother's shamanic abilities. He was designated as the next clan leader early on. Because he possessed the abilities of the shamanic lineage, he had a high prestige among the tribe members, even surpassing Mou Mou.
Since Tastuling said that joining the undead tribe is better than sticking to the ancestral land, the tribe members are willing to believe it. After all, Tastuling is likely to become a shaman in the future.
The Minotaur race is naturally strong, muscular, and extremely powerful, making them the best material for warriors. But because of this, they are more honest, stubborn, and not very smart, and there are very few people who can use witchcraft and magic.
Shamans are the wise men, geniuses, and disseminators of knowledge among the Tauren race. They are the witches in the tribe, and their status may even exceed that of the patriarch. They lead the future development direction of the tribe.
Most shamans are physically weak and fight with witchcraft and spells, but Tastulin is different. He inherited the strengths of both his parents. Not only is he physically strong, he also possesses magical powers. He can perform some witchcraft at a young age.
It can be said that the Tabu tribe pinned its future on him.
Tastuling turned his head to look at Mou Mou and suddenly said, "I want to go with you to see the Lord of the Dead."
"No! You can't go to see the Lord of the Undead, it's too dangerous!" Before Mu Mu could speak, the elder spoke first and stopped him.
They could agree with Tasturing on many things, but they absolutely could not allow him to go deep into dangerous areas!
Mou Mou was also in a difficult situation. He didn't really want Tastuling to meet Li Ziyu. Although he and Li Ziyu were friends and Li Ziyu had helped them twice, their friendship was not deep enough to gamble the hope of the tribe. He could die, but Tastuling could not be in danger.
Facing the elder, Tastulin raised his hand, stopping him from continuing. "Humans value bargaining chips. The Lord of the Undead wants us to join them, but what chips can we offer in exchange for his protection? He doesn't need our power. He has hundreds of undead, far more than us. So what can we use in exchange for our future life?"
Although he was a child, he was very calm and mature when he said this.
The elder opened his mouth but could not utter a word. Indeed, they had nothing more to offer the Lord of the Undead.
It's just a small tribe with few resources. What can they produce? Thatch? Even the undead won't eat that stuff.
That is the Undead, a legendary race. Mou Mou also expressed the Lord of the Undead's intention very clearly. The Lord of the Undead is willing to protect them, but it depends on whether they are obedient or not.
In the wilderness, it is normal for a small tribe to seek shelter from a large tribe, but if you want others to protect you, you have to pay a price. It is impossible for others to work hard and you can just sit back and reap the benefits.
What Tastuling meant was to use himself as a bargaining chip in exchange for the protection of the tribe by the undead.
"Let's go, I'll go with you to see the Lord of the Dead."
Seeing that the tribesmen no longer objected, Tastuling spoke to Moumou, turned around and walked towards the thatched house first. Moumou glanced at the tribesmen and gave them a firm look: Don't worry, I will protect him, and then chased Tastuling into the thatched house.
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"Hmm... um?" Li Ziyu looked up and saw a minotaur child. He swallowed the words he was about to say.
Tastuling stood in front of Li Ziyu, his bright black eyes curiously looking at the human in front of him.
This is the Lord of the Undead, a human?
Mou Mou followed in from outside and put his hand on Tastuling's shoulder. If anything went wrong, he would immediately pull Tastuling behind him to protect him.
"Respected Lord of the Undead, hello, I am Tastuling from the Tabu tribe." The minotaur child introduced himself very politely. He was completely different from other minotaurs Li Ziyu had met. His etiquette and way of speaking were more like those of humans.
Li Ziyu looked at Mou Mou, not understanding why he brought a child to see him. Mou Mou did not respond to him. Li Ziyu narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was a little unusual. He stood up and smiled at the Minotaur child. "Hello, Tastuling, I am Li Ziyu, the Lord of the Undead."
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