Chapter 1: The Iron Hoof Tribe

  Northern Border

  The Yunwu Mountains, Cloud Gathering Mountains.

  This is the gathering place of the Kaito tribe's Minotaur branch, one of the eight powerful war races in the Bimon Empire. The "Iron Hoof Tribe", one of the ten tribes of the Kaito tribe, is also located here.

  At dawn, before the sky was fully lit, a large number of trained warriors had already gathered on the square of the Iron Hoof Division, their heavy breathing sounds unceasing.

  Compared to the weak human beings, the Mongol Empire can be said to be a nation in arms, especially among the beastman tribes, the strong warlike tribe, and the Kaitel cow people are even more born with a strong physique, adult tribe members on the battlefield can take on ten alone, and have made a great name for themselves.

  "Hehehe..."

  "Hehehe..."

  From one corner of the square came a still somewhat childish but neat voice.

  "Hey! You bunch of lazy rascals, don't even think about slacking off. Under the watchful eye of Old One-Eyed Hent, you'd better all behave yourselves."

  A middle-aged ox-headed man with a single eye patch, his hair was flecked with white, one of the ox horns was only half left, it was unknown what sharp tool had cut it off, and he was patrolling back and forth.

  In front of him was a group of young calf-like people, no more than eight or nine years old, with tender faces but an unyielding expression.

  The one-eyed giant Cyclops Polyphemus walked back and forth, shouting loudly without stopping.

  "Don't be resentful, this is all for your own good. Otherwise, one day on the battlefield, you'll lose your lives. In our Iron Hoof tribe, only true warriors are respected. Think about your ancestors, it was their blood and sweat that forged..."

  Hunter's fiery words further inspired the young Bulls, their faces flushed with excitement, their blood boiling, and they trained even more energetically.

  "Hmmph... Hah!" The sound grew louder.

  Hunter continued to scold with his mouth, but swept around and looked at the serious faces of those little cow-headed people, also nodding slightly with satisfaction.

  On the other side of the square, several robust Minotaurs couldn't help but laugh at this scene.

  "Heh heh, still Hunter's trick works, look at these little brats, they've been working harder than the last few days."

  One of the Minotaurs looked slightly younger.

  "That is, Captain Hunt is a 9th-level strongman who has survived the notorious 'Meat Grinder' battlefield of Daybreak. He must be stronger than us in this regard!"

  A young cow-headed man next to him replied.

  "That's right, this group of young people are going to be trained hard, one by one, tough and resilient, no less troublesome!"

  A middle-aged man with a scar on his cheek spat and said.

  "Today, being strict with the young ones is for their own good. Although we've been at peace with the neighboring human empire for decades, who knows when war will break out again? I heard that recently, the military power 'Deliranka' in the west has been causing quite a stir, and on the battlefield, it's every man for himself. Even someone as strong as Hente, had his horns cut off during battle and nearly lost his life. If these young ones don't train properly now, they might not even make it back from the battlefield in the future!"

  The middle-aged man with a bull head had a weathered face and couldn't help but look somewhat downcast, as if he was thinking of something.

  "Really! Someone as strong as Hunt Leader was actually beheaded by a single slash on the battlefield, and he's a 9th-level warrior!"

  A young Minotaur standing beside him said discontentedly.

  "You don't know squat." The middle-aged man with a buzz cut looked at the young man with a buzz cut and said, "You think being 9th level is that powerful? This world is huge..."

  They were talking when they heard a young voice behind them.

  "What are you three talking about, Uncle Bar, Kalle, and Xulime?"

  Several people turned back in a hurry and saw a young Minotaur approaching, all of them burst out laughing.

  "Yehan!"

  "Master Ye Hanshao?"

  "Yehan! Kaiteru brothers!"

  That young cow-headed man named Ye Han looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance was also different from other Kaito people. His face wasn't handsome, but it was very delicate, which was rare in the cow-headed tribe that was known for being rough and burly.

  Moreover, his face was quite similar to that of an ordinary human youth, with only two faint beastly markings on his cheeks and a pair of greyish-brown horns on his head that were not particularly large, revealing his identity as a Minotaur.

  If a knowledgeable person were present, they would immediately recognize that this is a manifestation of high-level bloodline among the Celts. In contrast, in the Mongol Empire's beastmen, the higher the bloodline, the more human-like their external appearance, such as the lion and tiger tribes' royalty, who are almost indistinguishable from humans.

  Only when they are enraged can you see the ferocious appearance of the Orcs!

  Compared with these tribes, the Celtic Minotaur differ more from humans, and at any time their bull horns on their heads are the best proof of their identity.

  "Ye Hanshao, aren't you cultivating in Buxiao Mountain? How did you have time to come here?"

  An old cow-headed man named Lao Baer, who was somewhat advanced in years, came forward and said.

  "Nothing's wrong? Just a bit bored, looking at these kids!"

  The young man with cow head named Ye Han smiled and replied.

  "Hmm! Young master, you are the first genius of our Celtic Iron Hoof tribe. In the future, the entire Iron Hoof tribe will be yours, so it's indeed necessary to care about the future of the tribe."

  That old Karl burst out laughing and said.

  Others who heard this also nodded in agreement.

  "No! Uncle Karl, that's not what I meant. I'm really not very interested in family affairs... and besides, Father hasn't even decided who the successor is yet!"

  Ye Han immediately realized that this group of foolish and straightforward Minotaurs had misunderstood his meaning again, and hastily explained.

  But apparently, the more you try to explain it, the less clear it becomes.

  Old Karl laughed and said.

  "Don't worry, Ye Hanshao young master. As the number one genius of our Iron Hoof tribe, everyone knows your status and position. Don't worry, no one will say anything bad about you."

  Upon hearing Old Karl's words, Ye Han knew that it was probably impossible to make him understand and could only bitterly smile, saying nothing more.

  At this time, "One-eyed" Hunter, who was training a group of Iron Hoof tribe children in the distance, was also attracted by the commotion here and stood there laughing, shouting towards this side.

  "Xiao Ye Han, how do you have the time to come here? I heard that you recently broke through to a 6th-level warrior and even mastered the high-level battle skill 'Drilling Mountain Break'. Could it be that you were too badly defeated in our previous battles and are not convinced, so you've come again to 'cross swords' with me?"

  His voice was loud and immediately spread throughout the entire square, and he bit the word "tempering" very heavily, apparently with ulterior motives, which immediately caused a burst of laughter from the people around him.

  No way, compared to the beastmen of the Mong Empire, except for a few rare breeds, most are quite straightforward by nature, and the Kettle Cowhead people are one of the most generous races among them.

  Ye Han didn't get angry, and laughed loudly in response.

  "A few days ago, I lost to General Hunt's hands, and Ye Han didn't have any complaints. However, I've recently come to a realization - if General Hunt is really itching for a fight now, Ye Han will definitely accompany him."

  "Alright, I've been waiting for that. Come on, let's follow the usual rules, I'll suppress my battle aura to match yours. I'm curious to see what new tricks you have up your sleeve. And let these young ones see what a real fight looks like."

  Without the half black buffalo horn, 'One-eyed' Hunt dominated, apparently in high spirits, walked to the center of the square, at this time the surrounding idle people were cleared.

  He took one step with his foot and suddenly the ground around him seemed to shake.

  "Alright, you're in charge now, Hunter, be careful, I'm coming!"

  Ye Han? Kaitler burst out laughing and with a sudden surge of strength, he sprinted towards the center of the arena like lightning.