Time passed bit by bit and night finally fell.
On a desolate land in the Southern Barbarian Land, thousands of muscular men with muscular lower bodies were setting up camp on this desolate desert.
These strange-looking creatures were the Centaurs.
The weapons of the Centaurs were mostly halberds. Be it swinging or sweeping, the halberds were very suitable for the fast-paced Centaurs.
In addition, the Centaurs were innately powerful. Coupled with their physical advantages, they were powerful when they attacked.
In the middle of the camp, there was a huge and simple military tent that caught everyone's attention.
There were a few Centaurs in the tent, led by a Centaur who was more than five meters tall. At this moment, he was looking at a messy map.
He was naturally the leader of the Centaurs, Hekarim.
Beside him were two shorter Centaurs holding halberds, guarding him.
