The next day it was a good day, with a nice wind and clear skies – in fact, it rarely rains in the arid barren land, which is the weather for most of the year.

After breakfast, they mounted the Kodomon and followed the road all the way west.

Mogaule is a huge basin surrounded by rolling hills, the central part of which is a vast open savannah, the Golden Plain, which expands along the grasslands, and the terrain begins to rise gradually, forming undulating low hills that stretch down to the bottom of the steep mountains, and the Taurazu camp is stuck right in the only gap in the majestic mountains. As they crossed the mountain pass, a vast savannah gradually unfolded in front of them as the terrain got lower and lower.

Unlike the barren lands of danger, the Mogaure Plain is more peaceful and peaceful. The plains have a temperate climate and lush vegetation, and the hills and mountains are densely populated with pine forests, and in the grasslands and jungles, countless wild animals live in abundance, from the smallest hare to the largest Kodoma. Probably due to the mild climate, most of the animals here are herbivores with mild temperaments, and only a few steppe wolves are somewhat dangerous, but for tall and strong minotaurs, unless they gather into large wolf packs, these steppe wolves are difficult to pose a serious threat.

However, the Minotaur are not the only owners of this land, some wild boar and harpy tribes also live in this place, but most of them hide in the deep mountains on the edge of the basin, and rarely deal with outsiders, only in those bad years when it is difficult to survive, they will venture out and grab survival resources from the Minotaur.

Along the way, the road was lined with dense grass, and at times, Diego could see the fat, stupid plain walker poking its head out of the waist-deep grass and looking around in disbelief. Looking at these large birds, which were much fatter than their counterparts elsewhere, Diego didn't pull his gun out of his saddlebag at all. For the Minotaurs. Hunting that is not out of necessity is a disservice to nature, a way to take harm.

All along, whether it is the belief in shamanic or druidic teachings, or simply the worship of Mother Earth. The Minotaurs are committed to serving nature, watching over the fields of life and the creatures that Mother Earth loves, and maintaining the balance between the earth's wildlife and immortal elements. It is difficult for them to tolerate the destruction of nature and insatiable demands, and in many cases, they do not hesitate to resort to violent means to stop those acts.

In fact. The Minotaurs also complained about the deforestation of their orc allies, especially the Warsong Clan, the orcs who had killed the demigod Cenarion. You know, as the first friend of the Minotaur, it was Cenarius who taught the Minotaurs how to communicate with plants and animals, and guided many of them to become druids, using various cleansing spells to care for the health of the land. Cenarius hunted with generations of minotaurs and worked together to protect the land from evil forces. Even though they were later hostile to the camp, the rune totem family of the Minotaurs, who were rich in druids, still maintained a good relationship with the Night Elf druids.

They walked northwest along the main road for three days, and because they were not in a hurry, they did not go very fast. Diego felt like he was on a real trip. There was no fighting, no killing, no worries about how to make money, every day was full of lightness and joy, and sometimes, he even wondered if he had fallen in love with this plain and quiet life.

But on this day, when they saw the smoke rising from the foot of a hill in the distance, Diego found that he still preferred thrilling and thrilling adventures, because at that moment he only felt a rush of excitement for no reason, as if the blood in his whole body was boiling. It's as if they're waiting for this moment too.

"It's a goblin!" The Minotaur who walked in front shouted loudly.

"Go see what's going on!" Dezko ordered. They quickened and drove the Kodomon rumbling towards the hills.

Wangshan ran a dead horse. It took them a quarter of an hour to get to the place where the smoke was rising. When they arrived, a fierce battle was in full swing.

As the Minotaur outpost had seen, it was a goblin caravan that had been attacked. But the caravanserais' hired hands and guards were not limited to goblins. There were goblins, but there were also orcs and trolls, and Diego even saw a big ogre. They surrounded more than a dozen wagons in a circle, and defended them with the help of the protection of the wagons. One of them was already burning, emitting billowing smoke.

The attackers looked strange, a large herd of colorful beasts. There were strong and massive giant bears, and agile and ferocious cheetahs, but Diego had never seen any beast that could maintain formation like the beasts in front of him, and at the same time be able to play tactics - some frontal attacks, some flanks harassment, and Diego even saw a fat and fat beast like a quail bouncing and moving in the distance, guiding a bright light from the sky from time to time, scorching the enemies hiding behind the wagon.

Diego was quickly relieved, for it could be seen from the sharp horns on their heads and the pattern of the sun and moon on their shoulders that these animals were not real beasts, as there had never been any record of such beasts in the Mogaure region, and they were more likely to have been transformed by the Minotaur Druids.

Seeing the arrival of the brigade of minotaurs, the two sides who were fighting invariably retreated backwards and broke away from the battle. The goblins in the back of the wagon nervously guessed the intentions of the latecomers, and several of the beasts turned around and greeted them.

The giant bear that was running at the front suddenly lunged forward, stood up in a puff of smoke, and finally transformed into a tall female minotaur. With white skin, a muscular and plump figure, light brown leather armor, and a staff with yellow and blue feathers at the top, she resembles a minotaur druid.

"Hey, buddy, you're finally back!" She beckoned to Dezko. It seems to be an acquaintance with the latter.

"Gennia, the Minotaur will never attack a guest who comes to Mogore!" Dezko shouted angrily. The reckless actions of the druids in front of him were a huge disservice to the Minotaur's reputation for hospitality, and if this woman didn't come up with a reasonable explanation, he would definitely report the matter to Thunder Bluff.

"We never welcome these greedy guests!" The female druid said without flinching, pulling something out of her bag, "We found this in these vans!" ”

As she spoke, she handed over the item in her hand, and Diego noticed that a red stone reflected a bleeding glow in the setting sun.

"What is this?" Dezko asked curiously, he took the stone from Genya's hand and used his shamanic power to perceive it, but he didn't know any details about it, but from the stone, he sensed a dark power, which was impregnated by some evil creature that was sealed deep underground.

"It's not a good thing!" He came to the final conclusion, "We'd better bury it back in the ground." ”

"It's too late." The female minotaur sighed, gesturing to the trucks in a circle, "These trucks are loaded with this thing, and I guess they have more stock in their mines than this!" (To be continued.) )