cpa300_4(); The Minotaur's ability to mobilize is far faster than their slower pace, and at noon that day, more than a hundred strong Minotaurs were transferred from various highlands to Bane's men, most of these people are from the Bloodhoof tribe, but there are also some people from the Rune Totem tribe and the Thunderhoof tribe that Bane can trust, Bane is not unable to gather more people from other tribes, but in that case, it is easy to leak their plans. In addition to the warriors, there are also several druids, shamans, and hunters among them, and the Minotaur army has never been short of flexible tactical combinations.

As one order after another was given, one Minotaur after another walked out of Dezko's tent, which was much larger and more suitable as the headquarters of a military operation than Pubar's. They will ride a Wyvern to the Minotaur settlements across Kalimdor to warn their guardians of the terror of the Terror Totem. From the Scorching Sun Stone Dwelling in the north, to Bloodhoof Village, Camp Nalachi, to Camp Taurazu, all the way to Camp Moshacher and Stormy Hill in the south, Bane sent messengers.

Bane also sent scouts to the Soul Heights to find out about Magatha's movements, and in fact, once he was alerted to Magatha's plot, it was not too difficult to find clues to her plot. Soon, word came back from there, and during this time there were many Minotaurs of the Terror Totem Clan who frequently came and went to Magatha's residence, and seemed to be plotting something—it was not too easy to determine the identity of these visitors, because all the Minotaurs of the Terror Totem Clan had a skin color as black as charcoal, and if they closed their eyes and mouths in the middle of the night, you would not be able to tell that there were people standing there.

"Obviously, she is aware of it and is stepping up her movements." Bane said.

"We'd better get her caught now, so they won't be able to play any tricks." Dezko couldn't wait to say that he didn't like the anxious waiting now, and was more eager to go straight in and kill the guy directly.

"No, Dezko. As I said, this is a good chance to get Magassa and her henchmen together," Bane said calmly, "and we'll wait for them to assemble." Take action when you're ready to launch. ”

"When will that be?"

"By the time the potion is made, as the Forsaken Apothecary said, that day won't be too far off," Diego interjected.

"Yes, we'll have to send someone to keep an eye on that mine beneath the Soul Heights." Bane nodded, "Dezko, find a druid who can transform into crows to do this." ”

……

As Diego said, that day soon came.

Just three days later, while Diego was having breakfast, a minotaur came up to him.

"Bane? Bloodhoof asks you to come over, he says he has something to discuss with you. He said respectfully, this minotaur soldier was one of the people who had participated in the expedition to Onexia's lair, and he knew very well how powerful this human was in front of him.

Diego and Masrae looked at each other, then put down the dishes. He followed him to Dezko's quarters. More than a dozen minotaurs had gathered here, most of them high-ranking sergeants, led by a stone guard.

Bane had been talking to them before, and when he saw the arrival of his alien friend, he strode forward to meet them.

"As you might expect, Magatha has taken the potion from the Forsaken, and they're going to use it—because if they weren't, the Terror Totem wouldn't have more than a tenth of the strength of Thunder Bluff, and wouldn't be able to make much waves. Moreover, the scouts also saw that the people of the Terror Totem Clan were gathering towards Thunder Bluff. ”

"You're sure she's got the potion. Instead of just rushing the progress? Diego asked, skeptically.

"I'm sure I turned into a raven and hid in the dome of the cave for three days, and saw with my own eyes that the living dead gave the potion to Magatha." Next to Bane, a middle-aged minotaur replied. It's a druid. The vivid grapevine leaves on his shoulders and the staff with flowers blooming on his back speak for themselves.

"What can I do?" Diego said solemnly, he knew that now was the time to act, and that they had to hunt them down before the terror totem could spread the plague.

"We need a sniper who can control the whole game, and while we don't have a shortage of good hunters, they can't match your range and power." Bane said, the order that made Diego feel proud. "Yes. Who else is me? He said from the bottom of his heart.

"I'll be with Dezko, I prefer to fight head-on." Seeing Bane turn to him, Masrae took the initiative to say that to be honest, the Minotaur captain's style was more in line with his temper. Dezko next to him grinned.

Bane nodded, not saying anything.

"When are we going to do it?" Dezko asked impatiently.

"They will start at night, because the spread of this plague requires a special method, and the words of the day are too noticeable." Diego said from the side.

"Well, tonight, let's watch a good show!" Bain? Bloodhoof finally said, looking at everyone in high spirits, "Mother Earth is watching us!" ”

"Shuharu!" The minotaurs responded by beating their chests excitedly. They lifted the curtain and scattered in all directions, according to the plan they had laid out before.

……

As the night deepened, Thunder Cliff, which had been noisy all day, finally became quiet. The night sky overhead was clear and cloudless, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled from the sky, making the entire Thunder Cliff look warm and quiet.

But not all places are so peaceful, and in the light of the moon, intrigue and betrayal are quietly going on. They were as sneaky as shadows, like specks of black ink in the silver moonlight. Some glide down from the sky on bipedal wyverns, and the beast's wings are as peaceful as the night sky when they fly. Others came on foot, not on the elevator, but with great will and agility to climb the cliff. They had been waiting for this moment for many years, and as soon as they received the signal, they immediately began to act.

They were all armed with weapons - nooses, daggers, daggers and bows and arrows. There were no muskets, nothing that made a sound. Sound means exposure, exposure means resistance, and that's not what the matriarch wants. Their mission is to kill silently, not to attack head-on.

They patiently hid in the shadows, tiptoeing from behind one tent to another, the faint footsteps of cows' hooves heard in the night, but even if anyone heard it, it would not attract attention.

They gathered at the middle pool, where a cauldron filled with the rotting fluid of the dead was propped up, and greased wood was lit under the pot, boiling the pus in the pot. This used to be the favorite technique of the Cultists of the Damned - when the pus was boiled, the plague potion was thrown into the pot and then drifted in all directions with the steam. Unless prepared in advance, anyone who smells this plague gas will quickly lose the ability to resist.

Under the illumination of the flames, the shadows of these minotaurs kept swaying and fluttering, like longing ghosts. Some of them looked around nervously in case anyone noticed their movements. But no one knew it, and right above their heads, a pair of sharp eyes were watching their every move.

At the top of the largest totem pole in the middle of Thunder Bluff, Diego was holding a gun, observing the minotaurs from the scope. The place was thirty or forty meters above the ground, but the top was flat and spacious, and even the next four-wheeled carriage could be placed. Next to him lay a minotaur hunter, Diego's watcher and coverer today.

Looking at this qiē that happened next to the pool, Diego felt a little unreal, you know, in the original history, this rebellion should have happened a few years later, but I don't know if it was because of his arrival, it happened in advance. And Diego believed that this time, the venerable Minotaur chief would never again be like in his previous life, a glorious life, but die at the hands of a traitor. That vicious Magatha? The Totem of Terror is destined for a shameful defeat.

"Alright, it's time, send the signal!" He whispered to the minotaur next to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a shining flare soared into the air, screaming and drifting towards the pool. (To be continued.) )