When he left, Non counted the number of people. There were more than 5,700 old shamans and other ethnic groups. Among them, there were forty-five old shamans who insisted on shaman dignity, more than 170 young apprentices, more than 3,900 homeless people in the Taming Department, more than 1,500 warriors, but less than ten witch doctors...

Yalefa gave them 20,000 yellow-horned sheep, 10,000 white-horned sheep and more than 4,000 Gers cattle.

Of course there are some weapons, iron tools and Gado beasts...

The configuration is actually quite conscientious, and it is reasonable in public, but Noon knows that their prospects are very difficult...

The quality of cattle and sheep cultivated by the Earth tribe is the best among the five major tribes. It grows fast and gives birth very strongly...

But in contrast, these cattle and sheep have an amazing appetite. Ordinary grasslands cannot support them at all. After several generations of earth priests, the grasslands on the Cloud and Fog Plateau have been cultivated by generations of earth priests. The aquatic and quality of water plants is among the five tribes. There is no place to compare in the southern grasslands, otherwise, a huge heavyweight mount like the Gado Beast would not be available only to the Earth tribe.

Now if the cattle and sheep in their hands are not quick to find a lush grassland, they will not live long. They will be starved to death by relying on the wild grassland outside at most in a few months...especially those Gador beasts!

But although the grassland is large, the grassland is actually mostly owned. If you want to get the grassland, you can only grab it!

But with their more than a thousand warriors now, if they bully some kobolds, the Goblin tribe may not have a big problem, but it would be a dream to grab the grassland from some slightly larger tribes...

However, weak races like goblins and kobolds are generally unlikely to have their own pastures...

After wandering for half a month, Noon and his group finally found a valley occupied by the centaur tribe. With the advantage of the bloodline of the Gado beast and the orthodox orcs, they finally snatched this territory that seemed to be barely able to survive...

But it's just barely able to survive...

This valley grassland can only be considered to be at the lower and lower level in the southern grasslands. There are no shamans in the centaur tribe. The grassland is almost original and has a nutritional value far less than that of the cloud and mist plateau. During the few days of rest and recuperation, the beef and mutton they brought are visible to the naked eye and become thinner.

Especially those Gardo beasts and the Iron Hill beasts of the Earth Knights lost a lot of weight in a few days and were depressed all day long. The trainer of the clan told him that if this continues, these mounts may lose their combat effectiveness...

After surveying the land quality, the old shamans gave a very pessimistic answer. The quality of this land is very average. It will take at least twenty years to cultivate grasslands that meet the nutrition of Gado and Iron Hill beasts, and in twenty years it will only be barely able to feed.

If you want to raise cattle and sheep as fat as the tribe, and your mount is as strong and mighty as before, it will take at least a hundred years...

This news made everyone see no hope in an instant...

Twenty years... I'm afraid the mounts they brought have long been dead. Could it be that they would go to Yale Fa to borrow seeds after they have been raised? Will others be willing?

None was born into a shaman. He knew that if there was no high-quality forage, most of the animals they brought would be lost. Even if they survived by chance, they would not have the same fleshiness as they once were after several generations.

The warriors of the Earth Tribe practice very poorly. If they eat inferior black-horned sheep like those centaurs, the probability of raising elite warriors is extremely low...

After several generations, the characteristics of the Earth tribe may gradually disappear and become a member of the vast beings on this grassland...

Of course... they also have excellent old shamans in the Earth tribe. If they spend a hundred years to maintain this pasture without any accident, it is not impossible to develop and grow...

But on this turbulent grassland, a stable life for a hundred years is basically a fantasy...

Without the Gado Beast and the Iron Hill Beast Knight, any slightly larger tribe can tear them apart...

So Non and the Shaman Elders chose to capture a base when they were still able to fight, but obviously... they bet on the wrong place...

In order to take this place, they paid a considerable price, losing more than 300 elite warriors, and the beast-taught tribe also suffered a lot of injuries. Almost half of the entire tribe suffered from knife wounds. The serious ones are now in suppuration and unconscious. It is up to some point whether they can survive.

In other words, they no longer have the strength to bet again!

After finding the data results, Noen looked at the desolate tribe members and felt sad...

From the old patriarch's defeat in the battlefield to his last defeat now, is this...Is this fate?

"Norne... Go and have a look, Rayley is almost out of the way!"

Just as None sighed, a tall native orc ran over outside the tent and said anxiously.

Noen was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly followed the other party.

Rayley is the most powerful warrior among their group of expelled people. If it is calculated by human level, it is at least the peak of silver, almost reaching the gold level...

It can be said that it is one of their few guarantees now. In the battle to capture the valley, he personally killed the centaur leader, but he was almost cut off by an axe by the other party...

After occupying the valley, several witch doctors in the tribe stepped up to rescue his injuries day and night...

None followed the other party toward Reilly's tent with anxiety...

In fact, None was prepared for this bad news, because he had seen Reilly's injury at that time. Although he was not a witch doctor, he also knew that it was basically impossible to recover such a large wound...

But when the news came that the other party was unable to do it, he still couldn't help but feel sad. If the strongest warrior in the clan died, their guarantee of gaining a foothold would be weaker...

"Don't waste secret medicine anymore..." As soon as he entered the tent, Non, who had just entered the tent, saw Reilly lying on the linen mat, looking weak at Doctor Wu, saying, "I can't heal my wound..."

"This..." Several witch doctors looked at each other in a dilemma after hearing this. In fact, judging from their experience in practicing medicine, they knew in their hearts that the other party was right...

When treating this large wound, these beast witch doctors treat this type of large wounds, first use secret medicine to suck their lives, apply herbs to stop bleeding, and then stimulate the warriors' qi and blood, so that the warriors can heal naturally with their strong bodies...

But if this method is too exaggerated to face the wound, it will be difficult to deal with. For example, now Rayleigh is like this, and most of the intestines are exposed, and there is basically no possibility of healing...

But now the other party is the best warrior in the clan, and he is also an old instructor, who uses rich teaching experience. If he dies, their clan will have even more hardship in the future...

But if you continue to waste the secret medicine on him, it is obviously not cost-effective...

You should know that it takes a lot of effort to make secret medicines from these witch doctors, especially after leaving the Yunwu Grassland, many of the raw materials for making secret medicines were missing. I am afraid that for a long time, the people in the clan could only rely on this stock. This situation is indeed a bit inappropriate to waste on a person who is bound to die...

Just as everyone was struggling, a soft voice suddenly sounded...

"Why not sew it?"
Chapter completed!