The chief of this tribe was a very burly ox chief. His entire body was black and his height was close to four meters. The muscles all over his body bulged like a small mountain of meat. He looked even bigger than the average green titan...
The Ox chief was a muscle race that was recognized by the public. There were very few mages in the tribe. Just like the gnolls, they were usually led by the strongest warrior.
“Although their names are a little lame... they should be from a large tribe...”the herdsman recalled the battle. “Their mounts are very high-end and their weapons are excellent. Moreover, they are high-level beastmen...”
The chief heard this and pondered for a moment before looking at an old minotaur beside him. The old Minotaur’s figure was clearly much thinner and his skeleton did not look big. It was obvious that he was not a strong warrior even when he was young, however, judging from his seat, his position was not low. He was almost just below the chief.
