Diego looked at the orc in a daze, and looked at him a little hairy.

"Hey, man, what's wrong with you?" The blood spear reached out to his forehead, intending to see if the human was having a fever. But Diego took a step back and dodged.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," Diego said unnaturally, deciding not to think about what happened yesterday, and turned his head in the direction of the cave, "Where's Dezko?" ”

"I'm here!" In one corner of the camp, someone replied loudly.

Diego turned and saw the minotaur sitting on a waist-thick birch, pounding something on it with a chisel and carving knife, from which sawdust occasionally burst down.

Diego walked over and found that it was a totem pole more than two people tall - still the height of a minotaur - which was almost finished, with the horns and wings at the top already attached, and Dezko was putting the finishing touches.

"When can we go?" Diego asked anxiously—not in a hurry to complete the task, but worried that if he did this a few more times, he might drown in the glass.

"Come on, human, don't be in a hurry, patience is a virtue." The minotaur said unhurriedly, carving the last line in the birch with his carving knife, and then straightened up. There was a raised beak that looked lifelike. Generally speaking, the minotaurs worship this totem only before they travel far away, hoping that they will be like migratory birds and will not forget their way home.

That night, the camp held a grand ceremony to worship the Mother Earth. To be honest, it's not disrespectful to the beliefs of the Minotaur, but watching the ecstatic Minotaur sing and dance around the giant totem pole and raise a glass to drink, it was really hard in Diego's heart not to think that this religious ritual was just an excuse for revelry. Especially when the orcs, who had revived shamanic traditions, joined in, the revelry suddenly turned into a feast for drunkards, and as for ogres, well, they really did go there for drinking.

Looking at the temporary allies dancing around the totem pole horde, Diego felt like he had a headache to death. Although he had wisely hid back in the shed and pretended to sleep. But still by Nazaire? The blood spear was pulled out. Looking at the huge bone cup in the orc's hand, Diego had no doubt that this guy was planning to kill him by another means.

"Well, let me die!" Diego resigned himself to picking up his glass, pouring it into the air, and then only felt the world spin around. In his drunken daze, he seemed to see a large bear bathing under the barrel.

"One more drink!" Before he was completely drunk, he seemed to hear a voice that resembled himself shouting wildly.

Unsurprisingly, the next day's departure was postponed to the afternoon - and few people in the camp could stand up all morning. Because last night, even the human guards who tried to save their lord were involved in this drinking battle, and the whole army was wiped out. Truth be told, if the Horde had fought the Alliance with spirits instead of swords, they would have conquered all of Azeroth.

Originally, Nazaire and Dezko discussed whether to set off the next day, but the half-dead Diago sternly refused, because he felt that if he set off one day later, he would really die.

"Guys. Think about our mission! Grand Chief of Sal awaits news of your victory! "Don't you really care about this glory?" ”

Inspired by his meaningful persuasion and righteous words. The orcs, minotaurs, and ogres all bowed their heads in shame, and silently beckoned their subordinates to make preparations before they went.

Looking at their backs, Diego let out a long sigh, he felt that he had really escaped death and picked up a life.

Because I set off too late, when it was dark. They hadn't gone ten miles, but Diego refused to return to Fern Wall after being killed, and the orcs and minotaurs had to camp with him in the wilderness, but to be honest, they looked at Diego like they were looking at fools.

But though, these guys are a little unreliable. But as soon as they set out on the journey, they became seasoned warriors, each taking care of the defenses of the makeshift camp in an orderly manner, with simple turrets, sharp wooden fences, and traps all over the outside of the fence, without the slightest intention of making a living because it was a makeshift camp. Dezko erected the great totem pole in the middle of the camp - he had carried it all the way, and it looked like he was going to continue to do so - and inspired the blessings of Mother Earth, who seemed to be very pleased with the sacrifice of the minotaur last night. Standing anywhere in the camp, you can feel that there is a gentle energy gushing out from this totem, dissipating the fatigue of their journey and replenishing the consumed body. And more importantly, any enemy who intends to attack this position will be suppressed by this totem~ and become sluggish, like a burden, while the defenders can be blessed with similar stone skin techniques.

All in all, this totem is necessary for the Minotaur to march and migrate long distances. It is worth mentioning that at these times, this totem is often carried by the leader of the team. In the view of the Minotaur, rights and obligations are always an inseparable whole.

That night, Diego, Nazaire, and Dezko had their first meeting in the true sense of the word in the minotaur's tent - not a drop of wine was sent into the tent at Diego's insistence.

King Mogmulok was not there, his Stonehammer Ogre had not joined the expedition, they had already lost half of their men when they fled the ruins of Stonehammer, and he could not fill the remaining half into the battle - everyone could see how difficult the battle would be, and he would have to leave some seeds for the Stonehammer Clan. However, as a sign of support for the allies, almost all of the food supplies were provided by the village of Fern Wall, which was loaded with four large carts.

"We have to decide what we should do, otherwise it's easy to get into a mess." The orc was the first to say. Reckless orcs seldom tolerate a dreary and lengthy meeting, and they always want to finish the story in a few words before moving on to the next one, which is often filled with booze and revelry.

Nazaire paused, but before the others could pick up, he continued: "I have to say - my lads only want to play as strikers, and that's all they do!" ”

"Wolf cavalry, hit the vanguard!" He shouted proudly. As if in response, a neat and loud chant rang out from outside the tent: "Loktar-Ogar!" - Victory! Or death!

"Okay, let's take the center and protect the baggage, as long as there is one minotaur alive, no one will be able to break through our defenses!" Dezko assured.

"Then our palace, cover the flanks, and support at any time." Diego said. Compared to the bravery and fearlessness of the orcs and the rock-solid strength of the minotaurs, the human army is not outstanding in all aspects, but there are no obvious shortcomings, and it is not as brainless as the orcs or slow as the minotaurs, but it is the best candidate for this task.

"Well, that's it!" Nazir? Bloodspear stretched, looked at Diego, and asked tentatively, "When we're down to business, shouldn't we have a few drinks?" ”

"No, don't even think about it!" Diego did not hesitate to reject the offer.

The orc shrugged his shoulders and looked at the minotaur, seeking his support.

"Let's not drink it, we still have a long way to go tomorrow, maybe those dragonmen already know we're coming." Dezko pondered for a moment, and finally said solemnly.

"Shhhh Now you are nothing like the wild human I knew yesterday, climbing the totem pole and dancing on it! The orc glared at Diego with disdain and left the tent.

"What? What did he say? "It was a bolt from the blue! Diego's eyes were about to pop out, he looked at the minotaur in disbelief, and asked in a sharp voice, "Sue me, this is not true!" ”

"Well, I'm sorry, Diego," Dezko bowed his head apologetically, and it was obvious that he didn't want to provoke his human friends, but because of the Minotaur's honest nature, he still told the truth, "I have to say, what he said is true. ”

"Oh my God!" Diego straightened his neck and squeezed out a ** with difficulty.

He felt like the whole world was falling apart! (To be continued.) )