The Minotaur Chief Kane Bloodhoof has been in a bad mood lately, very badly, and there are many reasons for the bad news.

For example, the frenzied goblins in the west have recently developed a new type of bomb, and from time to time the explosions that emanate from their research room make their ancestors' souls tremble slightly; The black dragon in the cave to the east didn't know what the wrong medicine was, and he always liked to run to the Flame Lord to have fun, and the air smelled of sulfur recently; And the damned lich and necromancer, can't they just stop that boring academic discussion? Forget about studying souls, why study the souls of my ancestors!

"I'm fed up with the fact that there are no normal creatures in this dungeon! I, a tribal chief of the light camp, took the wrong medicine to join this dungeon full of dark camps! Shaking his head with a sigh, Kane Bloodhoof caressed the huge totem beside him, as gentle as he did with the woman he loved, his eyes full of infinite memories.

Since ancient times, the Minotaur tribe has been known for its nobility and simplicity, even in the chaos of the orcs have a very high status, whether in daily life and in battle, the Minotaur clan carrying the tall ancestor totem is a very respected character, and during the war of gods and demons, they chose revenge for the loss of their homeland, but also brought immeasurable losses to the demon side.

After the end of the war, most of the minotaur tribes also returned to their original homes, but Kane and his tribe joined the Saberian dungeon after participating in the war, becoming a member of the city, and living a simple and happy life.

"The past is unbearable!" Scratching his head, Kane Bloodhoof couldn't help but sigh again, he also understood that the behavior of his tribe was no different from the crazy people in his own mouth in the eyes of others, but in a long time, if he didn't find something to do, I was afraid that his tribe would become crazy.

"How long has it been since no one came? Ten years, or twenty years, or fifty years? Turning the totem pole in his hand, Kane said to himself.

The Saberian Dungeon is not only far away from the mainland, but also located in the hinterland of the Tenele Desert, although it only took Firena two days to reach this vicinity, but don't forget, she can only get here so quickly in the Hippogriff of Astolford, and if she is an ordinary adventurer, she has to walk for more than thirty days at the earliest, not to mention that the Tenelle Desert can be said to be full of dangers, and there are countless high-level magical beasts.

In addition to the information of the residents living together in the dungeon, they can be said to be ignorant of the outside world, and the lack of entertainment information makes their time full of loneliness, and they don't want to go out, but they are used to the noisy and quiet life in the dungeon, so they no longer want to go out.

"Well, forget it, what the hell am I thinking about what these things are for?" Rubbing his sharp horns, his height was close to three meters, and his muscles as hard as steel were wriggling unconsciously, and he slowly stood up with the totem, and then picked up the thick totem that was equivalent to his height, and slowly walked out of the tent.

Raising his head slightly, Kane the Minotaur looked up at the rock wall covered with glowing moss at the top of the cave, and suddenly spewed a hot breath from his nostrils, and immediately slammed the totem pole to the ground, and after trembling like an earthquake, hundreds of clansmen appeared in the square in an instant, their eyes red waiting for his words.

Glancing at the people standing in the square, Kane Bloodhoof nodded with satisfaction, and then threw the huge totem pole in his hand to the center of the crowd, and the totem pole stood firmly in the middle of the clan in a loud sound that shook the sky, and a huge golden magic array appeared at the feet of many minotaurs in an instant, completely covering the entire square, and then Kane raised his arm and shouted:

"Clansmen, according to the rules, let's start the carnival, let those stupid races understand our race's pursuit and comprehension of music!"

"Oh, understood!" The Minotaur tribesmen immediately gathered around the totem pole and shouted loudly.

On the other side, Firena's group finally walked out of the narrow passage and walked slowly towards the tall mage tower in the middle of the dungeon.

The exit of the passage is located on a mountainside, and the moment they walked out of the narrow passage, everyone had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, different from the thick magic mist in the passage, although in Firena's perception, the magic in the dungeon was still slightly higher than the outside, but it was not as exaggerated as in the passage, losing the cover of the magic mist, and everyone's vision suddenly became much clearer.

The inside of the cave has been artificially excavated, it seems very wide, although there is no sunlight, but under the illumination of the magic lights and those glowing moss, it also constitutes a wonder, the underground river is meandering and clear, although the cave has been excavated, the wonders are endless, dazzling, and have to applaud the magic of nature.

In the process of walking, Firena also described through Jay Norn's description, the structure of the Saberian dungeon is generally clear, in general, except for major matters related to the dungeon, everything else is in accordance with the rules set by the founder of the dungeon, the Sleepless, and the leaders of the various tribes, in a long period of closure, gradually stopped fighting, and after a long time of fighting with each other, they reached the five principles of peaceful coexistence and jointly governed the dungeon.

"We're about to reach the territory of the Minotaur tribe in front of us, so we'd better hurry up." Looking up at the glowing moss on the stone wall at the top, Jay Norn's face suddenly darkened, and he immediately explained to the bewildered Firena's group:

"According to the rules, it's almost time for the Minotaur to sing, and if you don't want to appreciate the kind of voice that can kill the Beamon Behemoth, then you'd better act quickly."

"Are the Minotaurs that scary?" Hearing Jay Norn's words, Firena's mind instantly thought of the heroic spirit Asterius, although he was not an orthodox minotaur, but he should have thought that the reason was not much different.

"It's scary, so let's go!" As if thinking of something bad, Jay Norn's body trembled, and he hurriedly said.

However, just as Firena and her party were about to speed up their pace and leave the territory of the Minotaur clan, an earthquake-like sound reached everyone's ears, and before everyone could react, a very clear and loud voice came from the side.