Gerald trembled slightly when he heard Mike's words.

At this moment, all eyes were on Gerald.

Everyone tacitly agreed that Gerald was the leader of the war faction, and everyone waited for his answer.

Finally, Gerald spoke his mind, and Phineas was very disappointed.

"Yes, I still choose to live like this.

"Even if one day I will be killed by others, it's still better than hiding. I don't want to hide anymore!"

The centaurs who chose to follow Gerald looked at each other.

In the end, they chose to support Gerald.

"That's right, let's not hide anymore!"

"Instead of being bullied, let's go bully others!"

"So what if we die? Won't we die if we keep being bullied like this?"

Discussion after discussion resounded throughout the Goblin Cave.

Phineas looked at the group of compatriots in front of him with disappointment.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that these people in front of him were very unfamiliar, as if he had never known them before.

Mike glanced at Gerald, nodded and said, "I just said that anyone can choose their own way of life, so I won't say anything.

"You can decide for yourself."

Gerald nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Lord F*ck."

At this time, Mike seemed to have gotten used to this address. He just shrugged and stood aside without saying anything.

Gerald looked at Phineas and said, "I'm sorry, Patriarch Phineas. I've made my choice.

"From now on, we should go our separate ways.

"From now on, you live your lives and we walk our path. However, if you are in danger, we will still choose to come back and help."

With that, he turned around and left without looking back.

The centaurs who supported Gerald naturally followed him.

In just a few minutes, more than half of the centaurs here had disappeared.

Mike turned to Phineas and asked, "Phineas, will you hate me?"

Phineas was silent for a moment and asked in return, "Why should I hate you?"

"Because I taught them how to resist." Mike's words were very direct.

Phineas sighed and said, "Lord F * ck, you shouldn't be blamed for this. You're doing this for our own good.

"You're not wrong. Everyone has the right to choose their own way of living. Gerald will make such a choice sooner or later. And since so many of his compatriots are willing to leave with him, that proves the inevitability of this matter.

"You're just speeding up the process of this matter."

At this point, Phineas sighed again.

He did not want to see the centaur tribe fall apart, but he was powerless to stop it.

Many things in the world were like this. After living for so long, Phineas naturally understood this principle, so he would not be too obsessed with it.

"Alright, since Gerald has left, then it's time for us to go back." Mike patted Phineas on the shoulder.

Phineas nodded, but did not say anything in the end.

By now, Timus, Mike, and the group of centaurs left in the opposite direction from Gerald and the others.

Gerald and the others chose to kill the remaining goblins.

The remaining centaurs led by Phineas chose to go back directly.

When they turned around and returned to the entrance of the previous tunnel, Timus turned his head and asked, "How do we get back? This tunnel is too smooth. We definitely can't get up. Why don't we find another way?"

Mike nodded, approached the tunnel, and touched it with his hand.

Indeed, this tunnel was very smooth. He did not know what material it was made of.

It was almost impossible to go up on foot in this kind of tunnel.

Everyone looked at Mike, all of them hoped that he could think of something.

Mike looked around as he tried to find some kind of mechanism.

However, there was nothing but walls.

"I don't know how the Goblins left this nest, or if the structure of their feet prevented them from slipping."

"If that's the case, we can only use a special method to get up there," Mike said as he stroked his chin.

"Special method?" Timus was slightly stunned. He obviously did not understand what the special method Mike was talking about was.

Mike did not explain anything. He just raised the king's sword in his hand.

Clang!

The next moment, the Sword of the King cut into the smooth tunnel, and left a deep dent.

"Look, with this dent, the tunnel won't be so smooth. We can follow this dent."

Mike didn't stop as he spoke, and raised his hand to slash again.

Humans could walk along a dent, but centaurs could not. Their hooves do not walk in a straight line.

Timus was dumbfounded as he watched Mike Swing the Sword of the King in his hand and walk up to the dent.

The tunnel was not vertical, but sloped upwards at an angle of about 45 degrees, so there was no problem with this operation.

"My God, he can actually think of such a method..." Timus was completely convinced. He shook his head helplessly and followed Mike's footsteps.

The other centaurs led by Phineas also stepped on the two dents and climbed up.

Mike, who was at the front, kept cutting the dents as he walked up. There was a long line behind him.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Mike was the first to reach the ground. Behind him, was a long line of centaurs.

After waiting for another thirty minutes or so, all the centaurs finally reached the ground.

These centaurs were a little depressed and all of them were silent.

After all, their tribe had just split up, so it was inevitable.

Facing these silent centaurs, Mike smiled and asked the young centaur closest to him,

"Kid, you seem to be in a bad mood?"

The young centaur heard Mike's question and nodded shyly.

Mike smiled and patted his head.

This Centaur looked to be about 14 years old, younger than Timus.

In human society, at this age, one should still be in school.

But in this world, a child like this already needed to participate in the battle.

Mike asked softly, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

The Centaur hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the blood on the ground that paved the road and said, "I hate death, I hate killing, I like peace, I don't want to see anyone bleed..."

Mike was slightly surprised.

He thought that the small centaur would say that it was because Gerald had left with many of the people causing everyone to be in a bad mood.

He did not expect that the child would actually consider so many things.

He could not help but ask, "Child, what is your name?"

Hearing Mike ask for his name, the centaur was a little reserved and said shyly, "Tony, my name is Little Tony."