Hearing this, the originally cheerful centaur tribe immediately quieted down as they all looked at Mike and Timus in surprise.
Little Tony frowned and ran to Mike on his little horse hooves. He could not help but ask, "Lord F*ck, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Even if you really have something to do, can't you stay for a few days to play before you leave?"
Looking at the small centaur in front of him, Mike showed a concerned expression. After coming to this world, the thing that Mike would never regret was getting to know such a group of foreign centaur friends.
Every centaur that stood here was all simple-minded and friendly.
Even if the tribes were separated, the warlike faction led by Gerald was actually just a group of centaurs who wanted to resist and change. They were all the same, it was just that they did not have the courage to take the first step.
Each of them wanted a life without being bullied.