At Blackrock Peak in the heart of the Furious Minotaur Clan's territory in the Graylight Wasteland, tens of thousands of Minotaurs had erected densely packed tents around the mountain.
Inside the camp, a heavily armored Broken-Horn Minotaur warrior walked to a fence, pointed at a dying Ferocious Tiger, and said to the subordinate beside him, "Slaughter it."
"Yes, Banuko."
The two Minotaur warriors standing behind him bowed, then went to the fence, opened the gate, dragged out the Ferocious Tiger, and chopped off its head with a great axe.
The heavily armored Broken-Horn Minotaur grabbed the Ferocious Beast's corpse with his bare hands, buried his head in its neck, and crazily sucked down the elemental blood.
A moment later, the Broken-Horn Minotaur tossed the Ferocious Tiger's corpse onto the ground and ordered the two Minotaur warriors, "Roast it and send it to the Great Chieftain's tent."
"Yes."
Suppressing their craving for flesh and blood, the two Minotaur warriors lifted the Ferocious Tiger's corpse and headed toward the kitchen.
After drinking his fill of elemental blood, a flash of ferocity crossed the Broken-Horn Minotaur's eyes before he concealed it and walked toward the central tent.
As he neared the tent, the Broken-Horn Minotaur heard the Great Chieftain's roar.
"Three thousand Furious Warriors. That is the bottom line."
"Zarka, you dare defy Lord Amros's orders? You are courting death."
The Broken-Horn Minotaur's expression did not change. He lifted the curtain, entered the large tent, and took a seat at the very end.
Inside the tent, a Soul Intent High-level Furious Minotaur glared at a Soul Intent Mid-Tier dragonman and cursed loudly, "Shabas, you bastard, you insect-eating reptile! Do you believe I'll chop off your head with my battle axe?"
"Zarka, this is Lord Amros's order. The Furious Minotaur Clan must send five