Tyrant Simulator

Five days later, at dawn, the people of the Rotten Moss tribe arrived early at the shore of Daze Lake and began to cast their nets to fish.

One by one, plump salmon leaped out of the water and fell into their nets, struggling incessantly.

"Huh, what's this?"

A centaur cut open the fish's belly, revealing a sheepskin. Inside, it was written in centaur language:

"War was inevitable. The ancestor descended to earth, and guests came from the east, unifying the three tribes."

These sheepskins were subsequently found inside the bellies of other salmon, and the horsemen were terrified, abandoning their fishing nets and running back to camp...

The news spread quickly, causing unrest and much discussion among the people of the entire Rotten Moss and even the three tribes of the Great Swamp.

In the ancient legend of the centaurs, three goddess sisters came to bathe in a great swamp. At that moment, a wild horse dropped a red fruit into the mouth of the youngest sister. She swallowed it and gave birth to a son—the progenitor of the centaurs, Windhof.

Therefore, the Great Swamp has always been regarded by centaurs as a sacred origin.

Such a strange thing is happening now... Could it be a divine decree?

Chief Chris of the Rotten Moss tribe clenched the sheepskin in his hand, half believing and half doubting.

Just as he was lost in thought, someone outside the tent announced that the chiefs of the Duanwei and Shuize tribes had suddenly arrived uninvited.

Chris quickly invited them in, but both chiefs looked gloomy.

"What's wrong with you all? Is the sky falling down?"

Chief Banno of the Water Marsh tribe sighed, "It's like the sky is falling—my scouts have discovered that the Bloodhoof tribe on the west bank has amassed four thousand troops and is marching towards us... It seems they're going to seize our territory!"

"He finally made his move!" Chris's heart clenched. "Our three divisions combined have less than three thousand men; the situation is extremely unfavorable for us!"

Chief Ali of the Broken Tail tribe remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on the sheepskin in Chris's hand.

Chris understood and showed it to the two of them: "I'm sure you've seen this sheepskin before. It's quite rare to find something like this inside a fish's belly!"

"I'm more interested in what's on top of that..."

Chief Ali slowly spoke: "Could that phrase 'war is inevitable' refer to the invasion of Bloodhoof right now?"

Our three tribes are protected by the sacred land of the Great Swamp. Perhaps this is a revelation from the gods, who specially sent down the reincarnation of our ancestor to rescue us!

"It's getting more and more absurd..." Chris rolled his eyes at him. "Then tell me, how do you explain the last two sentences?"

Benno, unable to catch his breath, said urgently, "What time is it? Stop talking about ghosts and gods! Let's talk about something practical... Archie and I discussed it on the way here, and we should ask the Reach for help."

"You mean Luke?"

"That's right, Ali is closer and has the most contact with them. The local people prefer trade to the bloodthirsty tribe."

Moreover, Luke's forces include not only humans, but also ogres and centaurs, who might be willing to send troops to help us.

Chris, however, was more worried than pleased: "If we want their protection, we have to make sacrifices... otherwise, why would they help us?"

Benno glared at him: "So what? The worst that can happen is that we'll be swallowed up! Do you think we small tribal chiefs have any ambition to become centaur Khans?"

Ultimately, it all boils down to wanting their tribe to survive peacefully for a long time.

I think Luke is much stronger than the Bloodhoof Clan. Not only are they powerful enough, but they're also friendly and reasonable... Just imagine what would happen to us if we fell into Pike's hands!

The three centaur chieftains shuddered simultaneously.

Chris nodded: "Alright, let's ask the Reach for help then. Hopefully, it's not too late..."

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The earth trembled and dust billowed.

Upon receiving Chris and the others' plea for help, Luke was overjoyed: everything was exactly as he had predicted!

He immediately led two thousand human riders and ordered Attila to command a thousand mounted rangers. After mobilizing almost all of their cavalry, they left the Reach in a grand procession.

Three thousand cavalrymen quickly arrived at the Duanwei tribe, the closest tribe to the Great Swamp, where the three chieftains had been waiting for a long time in front of the camp.

Looking at the cavalrymen covering the mountains and plains, each one heroic and imposing, with impeccable military bearing, Chris and the others were both delighted and fearful... At this moment, a small group of cavalrymen broke away from the main force and stormed into the tribal camp.

It turned out that Luke and Attila had arrived first with dozens of their personal guards to join them.

After welcoming them into the main tent, Chris, with tears in his eyes, said gratefully, "Thanks to the two gentlemen's help, otherwise our tribes would surely have been annihilated by Bloodhoof!"

Attila chuckled and said, "We are all centaur brethren, how can we stand idly by... I just don't know how the three chieftains plan to pay the reward."

After all, no one is made of iron. My troops also need money and supplies, and I have to give them an explanation.

Chris quickly replied, "That makes sense... So what does Your Excellency want?"

Attila laughed and said, "After all, I am not a robber, so how can I take advantage of a disaster? How about this, you cede half of the grasslands east of the Great Swamp to me as a buffer zone."

"Once your tribe withdraws from the grasslands, I will naturally handle the invading Bloodhoof tribe!"

The three chiefs looked at each other, speechless for a moment…

Banno gave a wry smile: "Lord Attila has quite the appetite. I'm afraid even if Bloodhoof Pike really conquered this place, he wouldn't make such a request."

Attila's expression immediately changed: "You want me to do your work, but you're not willing to offer any benefit... Aren't you just making a fool of us!"

Alright, since you're confident you can handle Pique, we won't bother you any longer and will withdraw our troops!

Chris and Benno quickly tried to persuade him to stay, but Attila was determined to leave in his "furious" state.

Just as they were struggling, Ali suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it!"

The shout came so suddenly that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

Ali picked up the sheepskin he had found earlier inside the fish's belly, pointed to the words on it, and excitedly said, "Look... this is the revelation that the gods have given us!"

"The calamity of war is inescapable" refers to the invasion of the Bloodhoof tribe; "The progenitor descended to earth, and guests came from the east" describes Attila's arrival in the Great Swamp from the Reach.

As for the last sentence, it is that we, the three tribes, must submit to Lord Attila. He will lead us to defeat the enemy and achieve victory!

Chris and Benno exchanged a complicated glance, then after a moment of hesitation, nodded emphatically and said in unison, "That's right, Lord Attila is the reincarnation of the progenitor!"

Having said that, the three chieftains prostrated themselves on the ground and respectfully bowed to Attila.

After a long pause, Attila feigned helplessness and said, "Get up, all of you. I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect to be discovered."

Forget it, I'm not pretending anymore, I'll come clean... Yes, I am the reincarnation of Windhof, the son of the goddess and the progenitor of the centaurs!

Since you have sincerely submitted, I will grant you protection with the power of the divine lineage… From this day forward, all three tribes are my people. I will annihilate all invading enemies!

Luke, standing to the side, smirked: This kid's really good at playing tricks. But thankfully, Chief Ali reacted quickly, and the charade wasn't a complete waste after all…

The three chieftains bowed to Attila again in gratitude.

Then Chris remembered something and called out to the outside of the tent, "Come in, all of you!"

Three young and beautiful female centaurs gracefully slipped into the tent, gazing at Attila with affectionate eyes.

Their lower bodies had long, shapely limbs, while their upper bodies were curvaceous and alluring, sparking endless imagination…

"This is our daughter. If she will not refuse, she is willing to marry Lord Attila!"

Luke shook his head, about to refuse, "We don't do that..."

To everyone's surprise, Attila's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "Since you are so kind as to refuse, then I thank my three fathers-in-law in advance!"

Seeing the strange look Luke gave him, Attila shrugged: "You don't know this... The most important thing for a chieftain on the grasslands is to have many descendants."

With the three tribes now under his control, Luke has achieved his strategic goal... All that remains is to figure out how to force the Bloodhoof Horde to retreat.

With the three chieftains escorting them, Luke and his men returned to the army, while Attila also brought the three centaur ladies back to the camp…

That night, Qi Mei's melodious screams echoed throughout the camp.

Luke's command tent was right next to Attila's, and he couldn't sleep while listening to the screams of the three centaur ladies next door.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, covered his ears, and cursed, "Isn't this stallion finished yet... who's the male lead in this fantasy novel anyway?!"