Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 79 Clean and hygienic

The reason these strangers are described as having peculiar appearances is mainly because their appearances are simply too outrageous.

Although the other party did indeed have a human-like body, with solid muscles that were even more robust than those of the Ignivas, when they saw the bull's head on the neck of these people, the Ignivas really didn't know whether they had encountered anyone who could be considered human.

At least in the understanding of the Ignivas, normal people do not grow horns on their heads.

When the minotaurs saw the Ignivas, they were stunned; clearly, they had never seen such faces before.

After a moment's hesitation, it was the Ignivas who made the first move.

They took out the food they carried with them, which consisted of pills extracted from various ingredients. After taking out these pills, the leader of the Ignivas people gestured to the minotaurs opposite them that these were edible.

The ancient custom of using food sharing to connect with strangers dates back to the Old Kingdom era.

Unfortunately, these minotaurs didn't even recognize that it was food.

The minotaurs took the pills with a puzzled look. Instead of putting them in their mouths, they held them in their hands and played with them, treating them as some kind of ornament.

"Ha, it seems these minotaurs are probably similar to those ice field people."

"They probably haven't seen food that's almost completely free of impurities before."

At this moment, a strange sense of superiority arose in the hearts of several Ignivas.

The way they looked at these minotaurs now carried a similar air of looking at the barbarians of the Icefield.

However, those minotaurs were clearly quite intelligent; they quickly understood what the Ignivas meant and put the pills into their mouths.

Immediately afterwards, these minotaurs shook their heads.

Then, he pulled out several handfuls of green grass from behind his back.

The leaves of those grasses were quite thick, and they looked like they could even be used as food. The Ignivas people had already imagined the texture and taste of these grass leaves, which would probably be quite healthy and slightly refreshing.

However, instead of handing over the grass directly, the minotaurs took out a small earthenware jar. They put the grass into the portable jar, crushed it with a wooden stick, and then added some strange plant juice, some unknown powder, and a bag of something that looked like dirty water.

Then, the leader of the minotaurs began to stir continuously.

The plant juices that had already been crushed were quite unpleasant, and after adding these ingredients and stirring, foam began to rise in the earthenware pot. With the help of these ingredients, the originally clear and transparent plant juices became increasingly turbid, and some floating residues could even be vaguely seen inside.

It was at this moment that the leading minotaur handed the strange jar full of foam to the Ignivas.

"..."

Looking at the large jar in front of them, filled with something indescribable, the Ignivas began to hesitate.

"Wouldn't drinking this stuff... kill you?"

Recalling the cleanliness of their usual food and drink, and then looking at this glass of foamy, unidentified liquid, the Ignivas present all turned pale.

Can't drink.

They absolutely could not drink it. At that moment, the Ignivas felt an unprecedented fear. They even began to regret why they had dug the tunnel—if they had known that the other side of the snow-capped mountain was like this, they would have preferred not to have come in the first place.

However, just as they hesitated, the minotaurs frowned.

The strange, bubbling liquid was pushed over again; clearly, these minotaurs wanted the Ignivas to drink it.

"This……"

After glancing at his tribesmen behind him and then at the several minotaurs with furrowed brows, the leader of the Ignivas hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and accepted the pottery jar.

"We extended the invitation according to ancient customs... We can't lose face!"

With that thought in mind, the leader of the Ignivas closed his eyes and drank the entire jar of unknown liquid in one gulp.

It was a taste that defied description, a sticky, slippery texture that spread through the mouth, a mixture of sweet and fishy flavors and an unknown spiciness, even with a strange stench—in that brief moment, the Ignivas man felt as if he had lived his entire life, and at the end of that time, he even saw his ancestors surrounding the One God, waving to him.

"I……"

The leader of the Ignivas was momentarily dazed, as if his ancestors before him had suddenly begun to grow horns.

It wasn't just that horns grew out; even their faces turned into the shape of bulls—it was at this moment that the leader, Ignivas, realized that the one beckoning him was the same minotaur who had handed him the jar earlier.

The minotaur seemed very happy and even took out more grass leaves, clearly intending to give him another can.

"No! I really can't take it anymore!"

The Ignivas waved his hands repeatedly, saying that if he were given another can, he would probably die on the spot.

But it was this refusal that made the Tauren frown again.

Behind him, the Ignis had already sensed something was wrong. Almost immediately, they clapped their hands together—but the fireballs they unleashed were shattered on the spot by the deafening roar. The nearby bull's bellow even made them dizzy and numb all over.

Compared to the food itself, violence is perhaps a clearer language. At least after several people from each side fell, they realized that the other side didn't seem so easy to mess with.

Seeing the minotaurs drag their companions' corpses away, the Ignivas also dragged their companions' corpses back. The corpses all had wounds torn from the bull horns, clearly indicating that the Ignivas had not gained any advantage in close combat in this narrow tunnel.

"Go back, go back quickly..."

The leader of the Ignivas weakly gave instructions to his people; clearly, the unknown liquid had taken a toll on him.

"Report everything here to Akakage... We must avenge our people!"

The Ignivas evacuated immediately and reported back as quickly as possible everything that had happened in the Great Snow Mountain Tunnel.

But there is another team whose speed is almost the same as theirs.

That was an envoy from the Minotaur tribe that emerged from the snow mountain tunnel.

(End of this chapter)