"Our Centaur Clan may be individually weak, but we have survived in the Abyss without being eradicated thanks to our unity!" The Elder's voice was filled with firmness and determination. "Any fangs that dare to bite us will be shattered! Otherwise, more will come for us next time!"
"When provoked, we respond with blood for blood, an eye for an eye! Only then will no race dare to underestimate us!"
The Elder's words were powerful, as if he were declaring the Centaur Clan's resolve to the entire forest. "The weak are not fit to survive in this world!"
"Elder, I understand!" the Centaur Warrior solemnly nodded, a fierce fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.
"Good." The Elder nodded in satisfaction. "Go, follow our kin. This time, you must kill all the murderers who bear our clan's Priest's Vengeful Mark!"
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