Chapter 6: The War Maniac Race
This heavy shout shook the entire military tent into a dead silence.
All the minotaurs looked at the seer with bare eyes, and there was a surging killing intent in their eyes.
Only Angus still had a little struggle and hesitation on his face.
"What did you say?"
"Are you questioning our prowess?"
"What about injuries, what about blunt weapons, even if I don't have hands, I still have teeth, and I can kill another demon!"
"How long have you been in the tribe, you little calf, and how dare you come to the chief's tent?"
All the spearheads were instantly pointed at the seer, and the anger in the eyes of the pair of red bulls was almost condensed into substance, destroying the spirit of the seer.
"If you want to give orders, you have to beat me first!" a general in the army pulled out the sword behind his back with a pout, and the blade went straight to the neck of the serial!
Xianjue swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said in his heart that this was really not a good idea, and was quickly thinking about how to resolve the current situation, when Chief Angus suddenly took the case.
"Enough!"
"Foresight has a point. We sent ninety percent of the troops on the Cloudless Cliff this time, if we are lost in the Stone Claw Mountains, what will you do with the old and young women and children on the Cloudless Cliff?"
"These demonic teleportation arrays appeared out of thin air. If it can appear once, it can appear a second time. We must ensure that the surroundings of the Cloudless Cliff are safe, so we must allocate a large number of troops to garrison them. ”
"No one is allowed to enter the depths of the Stonetalon Mountains, otherwise military law will deal with it!"
Angus's majestic voice reverberated back and forth in the tent, and all the minotaurs bowed their heads in disappointment.
The chieftain's prestige among the clan was skyrocketing, and his personal strength was unquestionable, and he determined that even the other warriors would not dare to disobey the murderous intentions.
All the minotaurs dispersed silently, leaving only Prophet and Angus in the vast military tent.
"Chief, everybody...... Are you all right?"
Xianjue didn't know what the previous minotaur was like, and he had never asked, but he had sensitively sensed that there were two things wrong.
Angus lightly slapped his forehead and sighed, "I don't know what's wrong." It may be the devil's doing, and I also feel impetuous, and there seems to be boundless anger brewing in my chest. If it hadn't been for your sudden invention, I would have almost been moved by their words to lead them into the Stonetalon Mountains to strangle the demons. ”
Xianjue was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I will tell the teacher about the situation here......"
Angus nodded, "I'm sorry for you......"
Returning to his own tent in the camp, he sat cross-legged, gently closed his eyes, and his spiritual power drilled out from the center of his eyebrows, climbing up along the connection with the wind element, wanting to get in touch with the Void Floating Island at a very high place.
He couldn't use the soul teleportation technique that Zur had taught him, so he had to use this stupid method to communicate with Zur.
However, just when his spiritual strength had climbed halfway, he suddenly heard a hurried heavy footsteps coming towards his tent.
This sound of hooves and palms falling to the ground must belong to the minotaur, and while he felt a little calmer, he also quickly collected his spiritual power, so as not to be hit by others and hurt his own knowledge.
Soon, the curtain of the seer's tent was lifted, and a young minotaur, covered in wounds, walked in from outside.
The hot blood on his body even stirred up a warm current upward, and a wind with a strong fishy smell hit the tip of Xianjue's nose.
Xianjue was shocked, and hurriedly inserted the water element totem pole behind his waist on the ground, the sacrificial seal in his hand condensed, and a water element healing sacrifice fell on the young minotaur's body.
"Tarot, what's wrong with you, why are you so badly injured, did a demon attack you when you go back?"
Prophet asked in surprise.
He knew the young minotaur in front of him.
When he was about to march with the army on the Cloudless Cliff, Tarot came to him, poured out his admiration for him, and wanted to apprentice to the priest and embark on the path of a priest.
Xianjue liked the expectation and simplicity in Tarot's eyes very much, but time did not allow him to communicate too much with Tarot, so he had to say some reassuring words.
Then Xianjue set off with the army. Because of his young age, Tarot was left on the Cloudless Cliff to take care of the old and young women and children.
But he never thought that on the first night under the cloudless cliff, he actually saw Tarot in the military camp.
It was a dark and windy night, and many of the Minotaur warriors had seen the demon for the first time, and they couldn't sleep with excitement, and they were fighting around the campfire to see who was braver.
Xianjue was really taken aback by the war scene with real swords and guns, and at that time he was exhausted, blocked his ears with the wind element, and just wanted to sleep well.
Half-asleep, his priestly instinct alerted him to a clumsy lurker approaching him.
The man was obviously trying his best, but the race was too tall and had not systematically learned any knowledge of shadow dancers, so it was obvious to the preconscious perception that it was like a firefly in the night.
He caught Tarot without much effort.
Tarot was unimpressed, muttering why he was here as he munched on the dry food he had received.
According to him, he was already a great bull, and he should go with him on the expedition, asking the Prophet to take him to fight with him, and teach him some priestly knowledge in the process.
Xianjue couldn't cry or laugh, and scolded Tarot.
"Have you ever seen a demon? Do you know how terrifying they are? The man-eating cat's fangs are longer than the chief's horns!"
"Do you know how many people died in today's two-hour encounter?"
"I'm trembling with fear, why are you going to war?"
"When you can kill a monster alone, the chief will naturally let you join the army!"
"Now, go back to the Cloudless Cliff immediately!"
Tarot left dejectedly, and the Prophet also found two minotaur hunters in the army, and asked them to stay far behind Tarot to protect Tarot's safety along the way.
Therefore, when Xianjue saw the tarot covered in blood, he was not to mention how surprised he was.
Tarot waved his hand, and with excitement on his face, he handed a burden in his hand to the seer, with a solemn expression on his face as if he was paying tribute to the gods.
Xianjue was stunned and took over the burden from Tarot's hands.
Wrapped in it was a head, the head of a man-eating cat.
Purple demonic blood trickled down from the baggage, leaving a sticky mark in the palm of the seer's hand.
"I killed it. I, I'm alone!"
Tarot gripped Seerjue's arms excitedly, and the longing in his eyes was palpable.
"I can beat a monster, let me follow you!"
"I'm going to be a priest too, a priest as great as you, like Zur!"
Xianjue held the head of the man-eating cat in both hands, and felt that the light in Tarot's eyes was too dazzling, so that he was a little afraid to look at it.
He sighed lightly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "In that case, you can follow me." But you must promise me that you will obey my orders at all times, or I will take you to prison. Trust me, you won't like it there. ”