" As everyone knows, we play the role of protectors and plunderers in the forest. Our mission is to protect the forest and repel all evil forces. Occasionally, we will kill some predators in the forest and make them our food.
" We're not picky. The berries in the bushes, the dew on the leaves in the morning, and even some thorns can become our food.
"However, your forest is currently lacking in these things. We can't find any large prey, so we can only starve…"
Matthew nodded lightly.
Obast's description roughly showed that he understood the predicament that the Centaur tribe was currently facing.
Centaurs were a race that did not know how to farm at all.
They were a half-hunting and half-scrap-picking force.
If they could not hunt or find enough berries to fill their stomachs, they would have no source of food at all!
Matthew looked up and down at Obast.
