They walked north for nearly half a month, and while Diego was always curious about the various new scenery around him, the minotaurs were also looking at their guests curiously, and they were not very curious about their neighbors, the Night Elves. Much of their understanding of humans across the sea comes from the stories of their orc allies. But in the mouths of these human feuds and rivals, the image of humanity is inevitably demonized, and it becomes the embodiment of evil and cruelty - just like the orcs in the eyes of mankind.

Gradually, as they got along with each other, the minotaurs discovered that humans were not as insidious and cunning as the orcs said, except for the difference in appearance, this human youth who was full of enthusiasm and curiosity, as warm and cheerful as the sun, was no different from those young minotaurs, and their relationship soon became harmonious.

In the evening of that day, the dusty group arrived at Taurazu, a camp in a mountain pass between the barren land and the Mogaure plain.

The camp of Taurazu was surrounded by a ring of hides to protect against the wind, which were not preserved as fortifications. The Minotaurs were never afraid of a hard-hitting attack, they only feared that the enemy would keep their distance like centaurs, and harass them with bows and arrows if they were far away. For the relatively slow-moving minotaur, this is almost an unsolvable problem.

Passing through the gaps in the hides, Diego saw many tall totem poles set up in the camp, some in the shape of a bull's head and some in the shape of a bird's head.

Around the largest totem pole in the center of the camp, there are many unique animal skin tents, most of which are supported by wood and animal bones, and covered with thick animal skins and felt, bright and spacious, warm in winter and cool in summer. The open space between the tents was bustling with people coming and going, a thriving scene.

Some minotaurs dressed as warriors stood at the various exits of the camp, lazily looking into the distance, for they were in the heart of the barrens. The danger of the Taurazu camp is not too high, and around them, there is a huge gong at their fingertips, ready to ring at any time. Women and old people are doing all kinds of work. Some are tanning hides, some are polishing weapons, and some are tending to livestock that have just returned to the pens.

In one corner of the camp, hunters returning from hunting are tying several fat gazelles to wooden stakes and skinning them and deboning them. The minced meat was thrown into a pot that boiled over a campfire. It boiled and gave off an enticing aroma, and the pot was filled with some vegetables and plant rhizomes that Diego couldn't name, which made the aroma even stronger.

The tents in the camp are all about the same size, just new and old. Industrious minotaurs rarely spend a lot of time decorating their homes, although some tents are decorated with small objects made of horns and bones.

The group led the Kodomon down the road between the tents, without attracting attention. The busy people didn't even notice that a human and a Night Elf had just swaggered into the camp.

They finally stopped in front of the tallest and largest tent in the camp. In fact, it wasn't a tent anymore, it was more like a sturdy two-story wooden house, just covered with a layer of animal skin. It's not like other round tents at all. Instead, it takes on the form of an angular rectangle. There are plenty of rooms on each floor - they are so spacious that even the big minotaurs don't seem cramped into them.

They bolted their mounts to a stake in the doorway and walked inside. Diego noticed that a piece of cheese was painted on a wooden sign at the door of the house, which Diego knew was the sign of the Minotaur Hotel.

The interior of the inn is not deserted, and in the spacious hall, some orc and minotaur travelers are finishing their meals, and in fact, the minotaurs are never resting on their laurels. They kept in close contact with their allies, and Diego saw several goblin merchants at a table in the corner.

"Hey guys, eat or stay?" Behind the counter. A gray-maned minotaur in a red vest shouted enthusiastically.

"Only one night, Makaba, and we'll be back to Mogaure tomorrow." Dezko stepped up and replied. Although the interior of the hotel is not narrow, it still looks a little crowded as thirty minotaurs rush in. The innkeeper didn't notice at all that there was a human and a night elf behind the crowd.

"Come with me," Makaba walked out from behind the counter. Walking down a hall on the right, "I think you've been on the road for a day, you must be tired and hungry, and you can't wait to get something to eat first." ”

But just as he brushed past Dezko, he noticed the rare guest behind the Minotaur.

"Wow, guess what I saw? A human! The innkeeper couldn't help but shout in surprise. Although it is located on the only gateway to the outside world in the Mogaure Plain, it is not uncommon to see travelers of other races in the Taurazu camp, such as orcs and trolls, and sometimes - as it was tonight - and occasionally a few goblin traders. But this is the first time that a human visitor, Makaba has seen it.

"Hey, Makaba? Flathoof, you're so rude! Dezko patted him on the shoulder and shouted in disgruntled rage.

"But are you really sure he didn't come to burn our camp, to take our property, and finally to take our lives?" The boss said with some surprise, in fact, his shouts had already alarmed the other guests in the inn, and the minotaurs who were eating were watching nervously, while the orcs had already reached out to touch the axe that was resting aside, and the goblins in the corner looked at the excitement with a look of concern.

"Ahem......" Dezko choked on suddenly, not knowing what to say.

"Of course not, I think you must have misunderstood, we are here with friendship and peace." Diego stepped forward and saluted with a stroking of his chest, and he pulled out a palm-sized oak plaque from his bag, on which was painted a misty pattern of ox's hooves. "Actually, I went to Thunder Bluff at the invitation of Her Royal Highness Princess Poubar. ”

Amazingly, the tension that pervaded the hotel melted away the moment Diego pulled out the plank. All the guests sat back in their seats, and the goblin merchants had envy written on their faces. Obviously, the Minotaur had a great reputation here, and at least the innkeeper seemed to have taken Diego's word for it, and was more enthusiastic about him than any guest, as if he wanted to make up for his previous rudeness, so as not to lose the face of the princess in front of the guests.

Almost a moment after they sat down, steaming food was served. (To be continued.) )