CH : 65 Invitation and Battlefield

So world where Gods exist but they are not too op are as I don't like make my mcs weaker.

God of War

Blood of Zeus

Clash of Titans

Mortal Kombat

The Immortal

Percy Jackson & the Olympians(I haven't read anything)

Gods of Egypt

Record of Ragnarok (I don't know shit)

Hercules: The Legendary Journeys (Disney one)

Hades (Game)(I don't know anything.)

House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones

The first world would be dead world, died in a war in which a Dragon and God's fought and now it's grave of these gods.

I will explore Elden Ring and 40K at some point as I know too much lore not to explore these places and he will be very very weak God whne he starts his travels.

What do you think?

***

When mentioning the great leader Mohandersen, my mother's eyes were filled with trust and admiration.

Doma also nodded, her clear light brown eyes also full of trust.

The most terrifying multi-armed giant in the wasteland, its huge and ferocious head is still placed in the tent of the great leader Mohandersen.

In the evening, the setting sun is like blood.

The centaur warriors who set out early in the morning returned.

After hearing the news, the tribesmen who stayed behind came out of the tents with joyful faces to greet their families. However, when they saw the tragic appearance of the returning team covered in blood, their expressions froze.

"Leader Mohan, why didn't I see my husband? And where is my son? Have they not come back yet?"

A middle-aged female centaur's eyes were wandering around without focus, looking for her husband among the sparse centaur warriors. She searched back and forth more than a dozen times but couldn't find it. She was at a loss and asked for directions. The majestic centaur standing at the front.

The body shape is similar to that of an ordinary centaur warrior, with a height of 2.78 metres, but the temperament of this majestic centaur is very impressive. He has deep blue pupils, long black hair that spreads out half-curly, a hooked nose, a tough face, and scars all over his body.

He is Mohandersen, the centaur leader of the Swift Wind Clan, and the nominal centaur king shared by all the centaur tribes in the wilderness plains.

"Are you talking about Wendel and his son Wenqi? They died in the human sneak attack." Mohandersen told the middle-aged female centaur this cruel news without expression.

Doma, who was hiding behind the crowd and eavesdropping, was stunned.

Mohandersen ignored the middle-aged female centaur who became lost. He took out the dark blue horn from his arms, put it to his mouth, and blew hard.

The distant and deep sound of the horn sounded, spreading all over the place.

Thousands of centaurs spread across the river slopes for more than ten kilometres, heard the sound of the horn, and their faces all changed.

[When the hurricane horn sounds, it is the time when the Gale Clan is in greatest danger. ]

At this moment, all the centaurs quickly packed up their precious belongings and quickly gathered towards the source of the horn sound.

"The human legion has invaded the wasteland. From now on, the Gale Clan will be led by five commanders and five teams to disperse and migrate, using guerrilla tactics."

Mohandersen gave the order with a cold expression.

Five centaur commanders with powerful auras walked out from behind him and divided the gathered tribesmen into five groups. Without a single unnecessary word, the five groups fled from different directions in a mighty manner.

Standing on the slope height, Mohandersen watched the originally lively tribe turn into dead silence, a hint of violence and ferocity flashed through his blue pupils.

"My warriors." Mohandersen looked at the hundreds of centaur warriors left behind, with an indifferent expression and a cold tone,

"The wilderness plain is our hunting ground, and all creatures are prey for our centaurs. Now, tell me what we should do."

"Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces!!!" A total of 182 powerful centaur warriors let out a thundering roar, like thousands of troops, the terrifying and condensed momentum gathered and swept upward, flying thousands of metres into the sky. The flocks of birds that passed by were frightened to death, like raindrops falling down.

More than forty years ago, the Death Hurricane Knights, who rode on the wilderness plains, drove away and slaughtered countless monsters, monsters, and humans, and secured a territory for tens of thousands of centaurs. Now, under the renewed call of the Centaur King Mohandson Next, the bloodthirsty bravery of the past was rekindled.

***

The dark forest connects the outer areas of the wilderness plain, and a group of centaur warriors entered this place.

Barbarian Bone Tribe.

The troll leader Gray walked out of the wooden house after hearing the noise outside the tribe. When he looked at the person coming, his expression became a little surprised and alert.

"Centaurs? What are you guys doing in the dark forest?"

As an old man who had followed the Dark Queen Lyanna for decades, Gray knew the private affairs between his master and the Centaur King Merhandson.

Decades ago, Lyanna, who had just reached the threshold of becoming a top creature, led thousands of monster warriors out of the dark forest in an attempt to occupy the next territory in the wilderness plains.

As a result, she met the Centaur King Mohandersen who led the Death Hurricane Knights.

One is a black dragon who has just grown up and has initially learned a special psychic profession. The other is a centaur king who has fought bloody battles in the wasteland for several years, leading the centaur knights to kill countless monsters and behead the multi-armed giant who overloaded the wasteland.

Both have absolute confidence in their own abilities.

However, the war ended.

In the end, Queen of Darkness Lyanna led the remaining monsters back to the Dark Forest in dejection. Since then, she has not left the Dark Forest again for decades.

At that time, Gray was still entering advanced levels of strength. He witnessed the fierce battle with his own eyes. His master fought with the powerful Centaur King for a day and a night. As a result, there was originally a two-hundred-year-old castle on the wasteland. The hill that was hundreds of metres high is now gone, and now there is only a small soil slope of more than ten metres high covered with grass and leaves.

Gray didn't know who won and who lost in the end. After all, the distance between one man and one dragon was too far. But since the owner took the initiative to take them back to the dark forest, it means that the owner should be the one who suffered. Maybe, or maybe because he didn't want to. Both sides suffer? Anyway, this incident left a deep impression on Gray, especially the unparalleled strength of the Centaur King.

"Commander Gray, don't you recognize me?"

A middle-aged centaur with slightly white hair walked out from among the centaurs. He raised his head slightly, looked at Gray's tall and strong body and the powerful aura exuding from his body, and said sincerely in admiration,

"I haven't seen you for decades, and your strength has become much stronger."

Gray stared at the centaur with big copper bell eyes, scratched his head and fell into deep thought.

"By the way, do we know each other?" Gray asked with a little uncertainty. After all, the tone of his voice was that he definitely knew it.

The middle-aged centaur's face froze slightly. Sure enough, the rumours that trolls have no brains are correct.

"Decades ago, you followed the Queen of Darkness to fight against my clan. Your opponent at that time was me. Do you remember it now?"

"Wait, are you..." Gray covered his big head, and after pondering for a moment, he suddenly realised, "Are you the centaur who cut off my head and kicked it with a ball and laughed at me for being weak?!"

The corners of the middle-aged centaur's mouth twitched and he didn't know whether to nod or not. He said reluctantly, "You know I was still young back then. You know how young and energetic you are."

"Haha." Gray sneered a few times, "So, why are you coming to me now? Cut off my head again and use it as a ball to kick, and then mock me for being weak?"

As he spoke, Gray's aura erupted, and the terrifying aura seemed to turn into an invisible shock wave and hit the centaurs, suppressing them until their legs bent and trembled.

The middle-aged centaur resisted this invisible oppressive aura, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and exclaimed in shock, "Master level, have you crossed the threshold of master level?!"

"Unexpectedly, I just broke through three months ago." Gray hummed, the proud look in his eyes not concealing it at all.

No need to hide!

Originally, Gray had no one to share this kind of good news. When he informed his master, the master praised him and asked him to hunt more high-order monsters in the future. As for the clan members, there were only some low-order monsters, and they might not even understand the meaning of high-order monsters. The gap between masters cannot share the joy and excitement in its heart!

But now it's good. The opponent who once bullied it has come to visit. This is simply the best opportunity given by the gods!

"Let's fight. If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, you'll have to leave something behind anyway!" Gray smiled ferociously. It originally wanted to kill them all, but it's not a very bright mind thought about it. If it killed these centaurs, what would it do if it provoked the centaur king Mohandersen?

If it is free, then it is not afraid of the Centaur King. At worst, it can just pat its butt and leave. The world is so big, so what should it be afraid of?

But it has an owner.

If the owner knew that it was fine and offended the Centaur King, Gray would not be stupid.

The middle-aged centaur was silent for a moment and said in a calm tone, "Commander Gray, you and I used to fight on our own. This kind of thing is right or wrong. Now, if you really want to fight to settle the grudge, please let me say why we came here."

"What I'm about to say is also related to the life safety of you and the Queen of Darkness."

"Hmph, okay, then just tell me. If you lie, you will be beaten into a pulp by my wolf-toothed stick." Gray snorted coldly and said with a somewhat reluctant expression.

In fact, there is no hatred in its heart for this centaur warrior. After all, so many years have passed. With its brain capacity, how can it remember such a small-minded thing?

This is not the first time that its head has been chopped off, let alone being chopped off, it has also been blown up many times.

Gray has long been accustomed to this, and he even enjoys the kind of battle that is so intense that his brains would literally explode.

Ouch~ Thinking of that scene, Gray couldn't help but lick his plump lips and rub his toes.

The middle-aged centaur quickly told the news of the human army's attack.

"But what does this have to do with us? They are beating you, not us." Gray was a little confused.

The middle-aged centaur twitched his lips and patiently explained to Gray, "Once humans defeat us and occupy the wilderness plains, will you become directly adjacent to them?

At that time, your Dragon Nest forces will face the armies of two human countries! "

"That makes sense." Gray pondered for a few seconds and then nodded, his expression becoming serious.

It would not stupidly ask them such mindless questions as whether the Dragon Nest forces can live in peace with the human forces.

Just like monsters peek at the food, wine and beauties in the human country, humans also peek at the materials on them.

"Wait for my news." Gray closed his eyes and began to make a mental 'communication' to his dragon master.

This time Lyanna was surprisingly 'connected' quickly.

Even though she was not physically present, Gray still looked respectful, bent down, and told his master exactly what the middle-aged centaur said.

"Tell him to go back and inform Mohandersen that I will take action at the critical moment."

"But there is a condition. Mohandersen will do three things for me in the future!"

"Our leader agreed to this condition." As soon as Gray relayed what Lyanna said, the middle-aged centaur nodded and said yes, with a natural expression.

"Oh, wait." After receiving the reply, Gray replied the message to the owner through the mental connection without thinking. A few seconds later

"You idiot! Let their king, Mohandersen, come to see me in person and sign the contract!" Gray relayed the master's words.

The two stared at each other.

"Okay, I will talk to our leader." The middle-aged centaur said expressionlessly.

"Are you laughing at me for being stupid?" Gray noticed that the corners of the middle-aged centaur's mouth were uncontrollable, and he immediately narrowed his eyes.

"You're wrong. Okay, Commander Gray, we'll see you next time. Now I need to convey this important news to the leader!." The middle-aged centaur looked serious. After finishing speaking, he turned around and led a small group of centaur warriors. left here.

Even after the centaurs left, Gray still frowned. Could it really be wrong? But with its master-level keen observation, it is impossible to misread it.

"Are you really not smiling?" Gray pondered.

"Chief. Well, I just saw them from above turning around and grinning widely, but they didn't make any sound." On the big tree nearby, a swamp troll chewed branches and leaves and said some unclear words.

"Damn centaur!" Gray was immediately angry. In anger, it punched through the trunk of the thick tree next to it.

The swamp troll that was eating leaves on the tree fell heavily to the ground with a bang, and a small hole was made in its huge body.

***

The entire wilderness plain became lively.

Centaur tribes, large and small, and elite warriors within the tribe responded to the king's call one after another, bringing weapons and dry food, and either left alone or in groups, but the purpose of all centaur warriors was to follow the king.

Among them, the older centaur warriors had firm and fanatical expressions. The experiences that had been buried in their long-term memories made their running hoofprints become increasingly hotter, as if their whole bodies were on fire. Even if the final outcome of this battle was The destination is death, and there is no hesitation.

As for the younger centaur warriors of the new generation, they have listened to the glorious deeds of the great leader Mohandersen from their fathers since childhood, and their hearts are filled with admiration for the power and heroism of this king. Although these young men have not. Those old guys are fanatical and loyal, but young at heart and blood make them fearless.

In just three days, the number of followers behind Mohandersen exceeded 800. The profession practised by these centaur warriors is the inherited profession passed down from generation to generation and unique to the centaur tribe - The Hurricane Knight.

Every hurricane knight has the strength of an intermediate professional at the lowest level. Their arms can tear apart tigers and leopards with ease. When charging, they can smash tens of tons of hard rocks without being hurt. The power of the hurricane allows them to speed as fast as a phantom, coming and going like the wind!

Forty years ago, these hurricane centaur warriors were the ones who made all the monsters and monsters in this wasteland fearful. Even the human army had to behave honestly here.

However, today is different from the past. The originally decayed Kingdom of Albit has regained its vitality, and the originally weak Principality of Kass is also booming in national and military strength. However, the Centaurs are limited by their geographical location and race, and their business, professional knowledge, and weapon forging are limited.

Cultivation Potions, Professions, Weapon development etc. Rely on humans in almost all aspects, and can only be sucked by humans endlessly. Over the past few decades, the number of centaurs has doubled, and the rest is almost the same as before.

If you fall behind, you will naturally be beaten.

"Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces!"

Roars like mountains and tsunamis echoed on the battlefield, and centaur warriors wearing leather armour and holding rough giant swords charged like hurricanes and torrents without fear of life or death.

Opposite them, a group of thousands of human knights also roared and launched a charge without fear.

"May the Redbud bloom forever!

"Lord Tempus, great God of War," the leader called out, his voice echoing through the stillness. "Grant us the strength to face our foes! Let honour guide our blades as we charge forth into battle."