Taking advantage of the night, a total of more than 700 minotaurs rushed to the Red Dragon Territory overnight, and the wilderness of Huangyangang briefly appeared with a dense sound of iron hooves, even the ferocious animals wandering in the wilderness only dared to watch from afar, but did not dare to come forward to find out.

The momentum is terrifying, like a ferocious torrent of steel, and any obstacle in front of it will be trampled into mud.

When the fierce minotaurs appeared in the Red Dragon Leader camp out of thin air, the monsters who were keeping vigil were horrified as if they had seen a ghost, and immediately sounded the war alarm, thinking that the owner of Kazarin had come to the door again.

The Wolf Tooth tribe organized an army in a very short period of time to keep this Minotaur army out of the camp, but with this motley army of more than 2,000 people, it sounded like a fool's dream.

These guys are all stronger than ogres, like towers that stand still, just standing there, the tyrannical aura exuded by their bodies is enough to make the current Red Dragon Clan frightened, if it weren't for the prestige of the Red Dragon Lord that has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, this group of monsters may have been scattered under great pressure.

Even so, although the Red Dragon Clan was in a decent defensive formation, no one thought that they would be able to block the frontal charge of this Minotaur army.

Because, in the eyes of the murderous minotaurs, the gnolls, goblins, kobolds, and gnomes have never been regarded as adversaries, they are nothing more than slaves and food.

Thankfully, the minotaurs didn't charge immediately, and their sudden appearance here was more of a naked threat.

"Roar!"

The familiar dragon Yin descended on the camp, and in the next second, a crimson figure swept across the night sky, and the huge body of the red dragon was entrenched on the city wall, looking condescendingly at the monsters below, and once again launched a deafening roar.

The frightened Red Dragon Clan finally saw the master they served appear, as if they had found the backbone of the Lord, and they were all so excited that they burst into tears, it turned out that His Majesty the Red Dragon had not forgotten them.

While the monsters breathed a sigh of relief, they did not forget to puff up their chests to face the strong enemy.

"Good."

The voice of the red dragon was heard throughout the camp.

"In the face of a powerful Minotaur army, it can still raise the courage to fight, which is commendable."

Former Red Dragon Clan: "??? ”

Your Majesty, aren't you here to support us? How do you help the enemy speak? And what the hell is worthy of praise!

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my recklessness, do you mean the group of garbage in front of you?"

Kane Bloodhoof's pair of red pupils swept over the clans present, and the violent aura made almost all the monsters present chill in their hearts, and his strength was estimated to be much stronger than the two-headed ogre.

"Minotaur, put away your arrogance!"

Just then, a sneer came from the back of the camp.

Hearing this voice, the Wolf Tooth Clan suddenly remembered that their leader didn't seem to be bad in terms of fierceness?

The monsters parted from the middle to the sides, making way for a path, and a figure slowly walked out of the night.

This is a gnolls with only a left arm and right ear, the size is a full circle larger than its peers, although the body is disabled, and the appearance is very sluggish, but the eyes of the surrounding gnolls look at him with a deep awe.

"Good night, Great Majesty, as your most loyal servant, I beg your pardon for not being able to kneel and lick your toes now."

Warwick knelt down in the direction of the red dragon, he knew the news of the arrival of the minotaur during the day, but he didn't expect that there were so many of them that he had to come forward in person.

He slowly got to his feet, staring at the minotaur chief in front of him with those equally fierce eyes. Now that the two tribes are clashing, he knows that this is the time to show his strength, and he wants to show his master that the gnolls are not weaker than any race!

Otherwise, with the strong dominance of this group of minotaurs, they will soon be able to take away the rights of the Red Dragon Territory, and at that time, the gnolls can only become vassals of the minotaurs, which is a situation that Warwick will never allow to see!

"Gnolls are not weaklings, and any enemy who despises us will pay a terrible price." Warwick stared at the minotaur and let out a low growl.

Kane Bloodhoof took a step forward holding the exaggerated pillar, and the scarlet hooves stepped down heavily, and cracks like cobwebs appeared in a small area around them, which frightened the monsters of the Red Dragon Clan and took a step back.

"The price? Is it your crippled body? ”

In the face of the taunt of the Minotaur chieftain, Warwick smirked and threw the severed arm he was holding in his left hand directly at the feet of the bloody hoof.

"A two-headed ogre was as rampant as you were the other day, but I cut off an arm, and if it hadn't been for a pack of griffons who finally broke in and rescued him, it would have been his head that landed at your feet."

He paused, then suddenly grinned, revealing sharp teeth: "I forgot to say, he was the only one of the three hundred ogres he led who survived in the end, and the rest were slaughtered by me." ”

Hearing this, Kane Bloodhoof's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt the same violent aura as himself from the gnoll in front of him, and immediately understood that this guy was not lying.

Moreover, he is very aware of the difference in strength between ogres and gnolls, 300 ogres is not a small number, since they can completely annihilate the enemy, then the strength of this gnoll will have to be reestimated.

Moreover, the two-headed ogre is more powerful than the ordinary ogre leader, but the weak gnolls in front of him almost killed him, although it seems that he has paid a lot of price, but it has already shown the fact that this disabled gnolls have the strength to threaten him.

A powerful gnoll leader leading a clan that is far superior to its peers?

Kane Bloodhoof's eyes narrowed slightly, but the blood of the minotaur wouldn't make him throw in easily.

"Jackal, give your name, and I confess that you have earned my respect. But if you think you're trying to threaten me with just one ogre arm, you're miscalculated! In the eyes of the Minotaur, whether it's an ogre or a troll, it's all waste! ”

Bloodhoof stomped down, crushing the severed arm and bones into a pulp.

"Warwick Wolffang," Warwick held his head high, and since he wore the name, he had sworn never to turn his back on the glory of the Wolffang.

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's waste or not!" Warwick looked at him fiercely and took the stone axe from his waist.

"So, do you want to fight? Gnoll, you have to be prepared to die. ”

"Hehe, tell me that, they're almost dead."

"That's enough."

The red dragon stared at the two clan leaders who had become more and more gunpowder-smelling, and finally stopped them.

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