The terrified centaurs froze completely, they didn't even think to flee into the jungle on either side of the road. In the stupid daze of these Kolka raiders, the ferocious behemoths swooped headlong into their array. The strong bodies of the centaurs were powerless against these ferocious beasts, and even if their spears stabbed these animals with thick fur, they would not be able to inflict fatal damage. The pain of these insignificant injuries only angered these beasts, unleashing the beasts~ nature hidden deep in the bodies of the beasts, and they attacked every enemy they could see with rage, blood flowing freely under the fangs of these beasts, their muscles torn apart by their claws, bones broken by their heavy beatings, and they stirred up a bloody storm like a meat grinder in the ranks of centaurs.

Not even the most valiant of minotaurs dared to join the battle that had gone completely out of control, and they watched in amazement as the beasts fought as ferociously as the ancient bear Ursok until all their enemies fell under their fangs and claws.

The battle was over, and not a single centaur was able to get out from under the claws of these giant bears. The big creatures contentedly wandered back and forth between the corpses, blood pooling under their claws and making a crackling sound, leaving clear paw prints on the dirt floor. A few giant bears were still mindful of the mangled corpses, tossing them around in the air.

"Enough! Masrae, I've said enough! Diego shouted loudly, raising his gun and firing a shot into the air. The sound of gunfire reverberated back and forth in the clearing between the trees, waking the bears from the slaughter.

They turned their heads in surprise. Looking at the minotaur in the distance, it seemed that he remembered something. The blood-red in their eyes slowly faded. His eyes became clearer. This is the after-effect of the druid's transformation, once they over-urge their wild hearts. It is possible to be manipulated by the animal instincts in the beastly body, and not be able to recognize one's own heart.

With a low roar, the bears reverted back to their minotaur form. Several minotaurs let out a slight cry of pain. The damage that can be ignored in the form of a giant bear can be fatal to them when they come back from the transformation. They cover their wounds and unleash healing spells.

At this time, the other minotaurs dared to rush forward and help the druids who had done great things to deal with their wounds - not all injuries could be solved with healing spells, and the strictest wounds had to be cleaned and stitched before they could be treated with spells, and finally wrapped in bandages. These bandages are not meant to stop the bleeding. Rather, it is a kind of protection for wounds, and many times, even if they have been closed, these wounds are not suitable for bare air.

The qiē was all going on in an orderly manner, and the minotaur warriors, most of whom had fought alongside the druids, were no strangers to this kind of scene.

The battle was not easy, and after about half an hour of fighting, they paid the price of three Minotaurs killed, as well as twice as many Minotaurs seriously wounded. As for the other minotaurs who participated in the battle, almost all of them were wounded.

Under Bane's command, they took out several horses of linen and wrapped their dead compatriots in thick layers after layer. They will be transported back to the red stone of Mogore, the sacred. The cemetery left by the ancestors. There, the burial master will baptize the body and remove dust, blood, sweat and oil from it. It is then wrapped in a funeral blanket for cremation, and finally the ashes are sprinkled into the wind and river water. so that he could be with Mother Earth.

"Do you have to do this every time you pass through here?" Diego jumped off the back of the Kodomon and walked over to Bane.

The words he asked were very meaningful. Because although there is a feud between the centaur and the minotaur, it is impossible to be stupid enough to fight every day, it is not robbery, but death.

"No, these Centaurs of the Kolka clan rarely do that, it's not normal." Bane said with a grim face, pondering the reason for the centaur's anomaly.

Although centaurs mostly lived by raiding, they also learned that they should not fish in the dry waters, so they rarely raided the barren trade routes, which would cut off the entire golden route, so that all races in the barren lands would consider them enemies and attack them in groups. Relatively speaking, they prefer to raid small caravans, or attack poorly defended settlements, from boarmen, goblins, orcs, to dwarves and minotaurs. The legation of more than fifty people led by Bane was a little too large for them, and they would have indigestion.

"We have so little information on hand that you won't be able to figure out why," Dezko walked over to this side, "why don't we go to the intersection first and see if they have any news." ”

Bane and Diego both nodded, and now it seemed that all they could do was first.

They regrouped and set out on their journey again. It may also be that the centaurs were not aware of the defeat of the raiding team, but it is more likely that the bloody scene shocked them, and for the next few days, the mission team walked so calmly that even the centaur spies could not see a few. This somewhat surprised Diego, who was under the impression that centaurs were not the ones who would give up lightly.

They walked through the Sweetwater Oasis and through the moors for another seven days, finally arriving at the crossroads, the transportation hub of this barren land. A thoroughfare connecting Stonetalon Mountain to the west to Ratchet City to the east intersects with the Golden Road, bringing a steady stream of people and business to the place – which is where the name comes from.

It is a Minotaur-style camp surrounded by thick wooden pillars and sturdy animal skins, leaving only exits in four directions. In the distance, one can see the animal skin tents inside that rise above the fence.

On the mound next to the camp, the sentries on the wooden watchtower saw this huge procession, and immediately blew the loud horns, and thirty or forty heavily armed warriors ran out of the camp one after another, ready for the impending enemy attack, and a ballista was also pushed out of the gate and aimed in the direction of the main road. It is not uncommon to find this place in a barren land where various races are intricately intertwined.

In the procession of the mission, a minotaur stepped out of the crowd and responded with a melodious trumpet. Seconds later, Diego saw the guards lower their weapons, and they realized that it was just a false alarm.

It was a mixed army of green-skinned orcs, horned minotaurs, and trolls with long fangs, and Diego even saw a few tattered Forsaken in it - not their clothes. They all wore a variety of armor and had a variety of weapons in their hands. But the scars on their faces and the scars on their armor show that these people are not rookies who have never seen blood.

"Mother Earth protects me, who do I see?" In the crowd, a minotaur wearing a brown robe with a wooden staff in his hand shouted in surprise. His mane and hair were brown as well, and the right horn on the top of his head was cut in half, and he looked like he had been through a fierce battle.

"Tuga, is that you?" On the Mission's side, Bane? Bloodhoof shouted with the same joy. (To be continued.) )u