This kind of thing couldn't be stopped!
But he didn't have the desire to stop it either.
Along with the "will" of the Bay Territory, he helped with the work and made sure not to anger them.
The feeling of "life and death in the hands of others" wasn't pleasant.
But what could be done when the Bloodhoof Tribe had already declined?
Without food, there was no strength to even speak loudly!
Thus, the old Chieftain chose to agree, arranging for the first batch of 3,000 Minotaur Warriors to head to the Bay Territory to work.
He personally led a group of patrolling Scouts and watched their labor from a distance.
There were no whippings, no fettering chains, not even any proper Guards to watch over them.
There were only a few staff members in cloth garments, holding blueprints.
Of course, a few hulking Steel Golems always followed beside these staff members.
What shocked all the Minotaur Scouts was
