"Pubar? Cloudhoof greets you, dear sir, may Mother Earth protect you," said the Minotaur with his head raised, the Minotaur girl looked very strong, not at all as weak and squeamish as those human noble ladies, "Thank you very much for coming, I just saw your pet, I thought it was the jungle leopard, it has been spinning down the hillside several times." ”

"Greetings to you too, I'm Diego? Asnar, from Moonstream in the Kingdom of Stormwind, this is my Night Elf friend, Masrae? Bearskin, he is from the elven city of Darnassus. Diego introduced to the Minotaur girl, "I'm so sorry that Guan Haifa has disturbed you. ”

"The Jungle Leopard? Has it been sent to guard you? Masrae was concerned about something else, and he poked his head out of the cliff to look down vigilantly, but saw nothing.

"Of course not, I think it's here to feed," explained the Minotaur, gesturing in the direction of the peak, "I've captured Mukla, the Bluemane King, and the beast has attacked our party and taken me captive and chained here. ”

"Okay, we've got to get out of here, we'll have time to talk later." Diego interrupted their conversation, since the beast wasn't here, why not seize the moment?

"I'm afraid not, this chain was fished out of the wreck by that monster, it's hard to get open, I've tried many times, but I didn't succeed," the minotaur pointed to a few pieces of crumbling rock next to the iron ball, "The key to the chain is in the hand of that giant beast, and you have to find it to find it." ”

"Looking for the key? No, not at all. We have the best locksmith in the world. Diego smiled and looked at the Night Elves.

The druid smiled and crouched down. The Minotaur began to work in his surprised eyes, and a few minutes later. With a soft click, the shackles were opened.

"Wow~!" The freed minotaur girl almost cheered, but she suppressed her excitement and looked at the two saviors, "I can't put into words how grateful I am, but we'd better get out of here first, the beast could come back at any moment." ”

"Absolutely." Masrae agreed, looking at the minotaur girl, "Can you walk?" ”

"Of course. I have received no harm here except the loss of my freedom," said Pubal, "and I will follow you, even if you lead the way, and the minotaur women are equally outstanding hunters and warriors." ”

They descended the slope, and the Night Elves diligently walked in front of the Minotaurs, commanding the trees and vines to sprout sturdy branches to hold onto.

"Thank you very much." The girl thanked her again and again for this thoughtful gesture.

"It's an honor to serve you." Masrae tried to pretend to be careless, but even a blind man could see that he was being courteous. In fact. Night Elves and Minotaurs are no strangers to each other, and they are the only race in the world where they can learn the ways of the Druids1. In the church of the Night Elf Malfurion? At the same time as the wrath of the natural ways, the demigod Cenarius also taught the minotaurs how to communicate with the forest and the animals that inhabited it, and made the minotaurs who were exceptionally gifted druids. For many years. Together, the Minotaur Druids and the Night Elf Druids use a variety of gentle spells to maintain the balance of nature and protect the land from the dark forces that lurk underground.

They climbed all the way down, talking as they went. From the conversation. Diego and Masrae learn that this Lady Pubal is from the continent of Kalimdor across the Endless Sea, and is the daughter of the chieftain of the Cloudhoof tribe. This visit to Treasure Bay is also on a diplomatic mission. However, she was more symbolic in the mission, and there was no specific work to be done. In fact, she was kidnapped by the Bluemane King when she was out to play with nothing to do.

"Oh, what's the relationship between your clan and the Bloodhoof tribe?" Diego asked curiously.

"We are allies, and in fact, for hundreds of years, in the war against the centaurs in the barren lands, our two races have been on the watch and fought together."

Diego couldn't help but let out a sigh. The Minotaurs are one of the oldest races in Azeroth. Thousands of years before the war between humans and orcs, the Minotaurs had already established their tribal society. The kind-hearted Minotaurs are calm by nature, not fighting, and always keep a low profile, and do not participate in disputes between various races. But as the conflict between the tribe and the alliance intensifies, the Minotaurs are forced to choose sides in order to survive, and are drawn into this endless vortex of death. I have to say, it's really a helpless choice.

In terrain such as cliffs, the descent is often more strenuous than the uphill, but thanks to Masrae's help, they are not slow. About half an hour later, they were back at the foot of the mountain. But at this moment, they heard the sound of a heavy object falling on the cliff platform above them.

Immediately afterward, they heard a creature walking back and forth overhead. Its breathing was heavy and rapid, and it could be heard clearly even at the foot of the mountain.

Several people looked at each other, holding their breath, not daring to speak. Diego looked inquiringly at the Minotaur, who nodded silently, indicating that this was the beast that had captured her.

A few seconds later, they heard a loud howl overhead. Even if he didn't understand the language of an orangutan, Diego could tell the anger in the howl.

The howl shook the wilderness, and flocks of birds arose from their nests and circled over the jungle, and almost all the beasts fell to the ground, trembling as if the end were near.

Diego had never heard of any other beast that could transform into a human or a blood elf like a dragon, and this beast was obviously not trying to kidnap a princess for love or anything, it was more of a pet for Pubal, just as humans like to raise kittens and puppies. Now, the Bluemane King, who has lost his beloved pet, is completely enraged.

The enraged beast howled incessantly from the cliff, pounding the ground violently, and swept everything off it in a vent. Wooden boxes, gravel, branches, benches, all kinds of debris fell like raindrops, and Diego even saw the iron ball with chains falling from the sky, slamming into the ground in front of them, almost sinking into most of it.

"Let's go, let's go!" Diego couldn't help but shout softly, this place is too dangerous, if you stay any longer, something may fall.

They ran in the direction they had come, trying not to touch the trees around them, so as not to be seen by the beasts on high ground.

It was smooth at first, but when they were about halfway to the fjord, the unexpected happened. A black shadow leaped out of the bushes and lunged at the minotaur girl.

Diego, who was following her, almost instinctively raised his gun and fired a shot at the shadows—at a distance he still had the right point.

The shadow let out a wail and tumbled down from the air, falling beside Pubal, struggling in pain.

The minotaur girl was startled, and she jerked to the side, looking at the dark shadow. At this time, Masrae, who was walking more than ten meters in front, also ran back.

Lying on the ground was a cheetah with black fur and shiny hair, about three meters including its tail. Just in case, Diego stepped forward and shot it in the head. It shuddered and stopped struggling.

"It's the jungle leopard, it's been staring at me for a long time." The girl said with palpitations.

"It seems that it is also reluctant to let you go." Masrae said jokingly.

"You don't feel something is wrong?" Diego suddenly said with a nervous face, he looked worriedly in the direction of the mountain, and listened carefully.

"What's wrong?" Masrae asked, puzzled.

"Didn't you notice that the beast suddenly stopped barking?"

Masrae listened, and sure enough, the beast had stopped roaring, and the jungle was silent as if nothing had happened. But just then, they heard a loud sound of a tree branch being broken in the distance, and it sounded closer and closer, and it was coming towards them!

"Hell! It's the beast, it's spotting us, run! Diego shouted.

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Note: While werewolves and trolls have also added druid classes in later versions of the game, this is only for the sake of gameplay, as in fact, only Night Elves and Minotaurs can learn druid spells in Azeroth. Cunning trolls are born witch doctors, but it is difficult to comprehend the heart of nature, and as for werewolves, their minds and worldviews are still human at heart, more accustomed to confronting or transforming nature than integrating into it. (To be continued......)