Chapter 34 The Wind of Culture Blows on the Wasteland_1

"Nonsense! I've seen the centaurs of the House race! They're not this sizeable!" Liu Zhenhan carefully examined this group of hefty men, he recalled the lava toothed beast he had been defeated by Guoguo in the temple that left him scrambling to pick up his teeth from the floor, wasn't the master of that beast, Puyol, the sacrificial leader of the centaurs? During his dealings with the dark elves in the Ink Crystal Canyon, didn't Vieri the bear-man have centaur divine archers under his command? When compared with these muscular men, those leanly muscular centaurs were like potatoes placed next to a winter melon. If these were to be considered part of the House race, aren't their size differences quite drastic?

"Damn it! I don't believe it!" Liu Zhenhan looked at this group of Beamon hefty men with a malicious intent, causing a cold sweat to form on their backs.