"Minotaur brothers, catch it, freshly baked angel, go you."

"Well, Terran brothers, leave it to us. Grandma, I couldn't beat you just now, now you run, you run, kill you! ”

The Terrans were responsible for breathing fire and throwing fishing nets, and the Minotaurs were responsible for chopping.

Shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, stand up for justice, the human race and the minotaur have a tacit understanding.

It's the first time that the Minotaur have cooperated with other races in such a tacit understanding.

In the past, other races either feared them or used them as cannon fodder.

There are only the Terrans, and the Terrans really regard them as their own.

Although the minotaurs are stupid, their eyes are clear, and they can see who is really good to them and who is taking them for fools.

The Minotaur chief has decided, and the Terrans will be his brother race in the future!

The Red Reserve Team also doesn't like this group of minotaurs, they are all mixed with society, they pay the most attention to righteousness, and they like these big guys who have no hearts.

As long as you are good to him, they will be good to you, and what a blessing it is to be able to give your back to such a group of people who will never betray.

"Go, brothers, minotaurs, we've slaughtered those damned rats, and I'll give you a drink when we're done."

The Red Reserve Team has already killed, and with the Minotaurs, this experience point is rising at a swishing rate.

"Hahahaha, you human wine is not good, our Minotaur wine is good wine, I invite you to taste it after the war."

The Minotaurs apparently scoff at human wine. As for tasting, it's not the Minotaur buckle, but the Minotaur's wine production is really it, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

"I'll go, boss, Brother Niu looks down on our wine! Vodka, to be high-strength. ”

The group of bastards of the Red Reserve Team wanted to deliberately trap the Minotaurs. Vodka is generally between 40° and 60°, but the high concentration used for cocktails is above 95°, which is not alcohol at all, it is alcohol.

The minotaur chief took a sip with disdain, and suddenly the bull's eye skyrocketed, his pupils dilated rapidly, and the whole person turned red.

Huo, from the throat and eyes to the stomach.

"This wine is delicious! Anything else? Take a sip and I'll be able to regain my strength. ”

The people in the Red Reserve Team are stupid, I'll go, you can do it with 95° vodka. It's not a loss, it's really awesome! can also recover physical strength, this red one, worthy of Red Bull.

"Boss, wine, wine, wine."

The Red Reserve Team is not afraid of big things when they see the excitement.

"Just take a sip, after the battle, you have to deal with as many as you want, and you can control enough."

Looking at the boxes of wine, the minotaurs laughed, hehe, this group of humans is good, they usually drink the wine that they are reluctant to drink, they can manage enough.

The popularity of the bull-headed people has soared, and the productivity of the beasts is limited, where do you usually drink wine, but now you drink it casually, where do you humans know how much we can drink.

Li Youqian glanced at the minotaur, what a group of cute guys, everything is written on his face, isn't it wine, how many people are there in your minotaur, as long as there is RMB in my mall, there will be no goods. Not to mention drinking, you can take a bath.

"All the minotaurs, listen up, you know what this wine tastes like.

I promise that whoever kills 10 rat warriors will be rewarded with a bottle of wine, with no cap. If you kill 100, I will reward him with 10 bottles; Kill 1,000 and I'll reward 100 bottles. I have money, nothing else, just money! ”

"Roar!"

The Minotaurs broke out, killing the enemy like cutting vegetables, and cutting monsters like cutting wheat. The members of the Red Reserve are happy to be idle, waiting in the back to share experience points.

Looking at this posture, the members of the Red Reserve Team are very worried that this rat clan is not enough for the Minotaur to kill, hahahaha.

"Boss, this group of minotaur buddies is good, let's deceive them." The Red Reserve Team really likes this group of heartless cow buddies.

"How to speak, what to deceive, am I a person who uses routines, we use our hearts, and compare our hearts to our hearts."

Li Youqian is righteous and righteous, and Wei Guangzheng is righteous.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right."

The Red Reserve team laughed together, you are a hooligan leader, and you are still great, I bah.

To tell the truth, Li Youqian also likes this group of cow buddies, what a good person (thug).

Li Youqian ran to the Minotaur chief with an arrow.

"Chief, I'll discuss something with you."

The Minotaur chieftain didn't even look at him, and took up his tomahawk to kill the enemy.

"I'm not free, haven't you seen me kill the enemy! Don't try to rely on my wine. ”

Hehe......

Cow, real cow......

"I have serious business, I want to hire you minotaurs to be my personal escort and protect my life."

"What?" The Minotaur Chief stopped the battle axe in his hand, "You say, let us be your escort?" But we're orcs, aren't you afraid of us? ”

Li Youqian didn't think about it at all.

"I'll go, as upright as your Minotaur, I'm still afraid that you won't be able to deceive me?"

"Yes." The Minotaur Chief was right to think about it, and continued.

"It's not a problem to hire, the pay can't be lower, we are all the strongest fighters. Everyone, every month, well...... For 5 gold coins, we can send 500 elites to be your escort. ”

"How much?" Li Youqian was taken aback.

The Minotaur chieftain is weak-hearted, Boss Li, this reaction, he wants more? The group hasn't had an income for a long time, so how can that be......

"Everyone, 50 gold coins per month, the battlefield reward is calculated separately, each person will send a bottle of wine every week, if your clan comes to me, how big do you want to be in the territory, how big I will give you, and I will give you which piece you like in the entire Yas grassland. You know, the whole plain of Yas is mine. ”

This time, it was the turn of the Minotaur Chief to be stunned, his thinking ability was not strong, and he didn't react for a while. The entire Yas Plain belongs to Boss Li, how much money does he have to have!

The Minotaur Chief stared at Li Youqian's eyes, and he could see that Li Youqian and the other humans really liked them, not wanting to trap them.

"The treatment is so good? You are a businessman, how can you still raise your salary? ”

"Because you minotaurs are worth the price. Do it or not, give a word, you minotaur is so ink. ”

The Minotaur chief pondered for a long time, this decision was related to the future fate of the whole clan.

"Okay, I promise you, our minotaur clan will follow you in the future. But I want you to swear to the gods (system). ”

What? The clan will follow me in the future? I'm going, I just want a convoy, and I actually picked up a fighting nation! Earn big!

Li Youqian swore exactly as the Minotaur asked, and there was no ambiguity at all. The punishment for breaking the oath of the system is very heavy, but what am I violating, I wish I had been raising cattle all the time.

"This is 100,000 gold coins, which should be regarded as my deposit for your people. Let's go, let's kill the enemy. ”

"How much?"

"Say it again!"

The Minotaur chief is completely insane.

This is

100,000,

Gold!

Oh my mother, my whole clan isn't worth the price! I'll go, brothers, our clan has made it, and we will eat and drink spicy food in the future!

As soon as the chief announced the whole news, all the minotaurs went crazy. This treatment, my god. Every year after that, this day will be the anniversary of the Minotaurs.

The Minotaur entered the Terran, and even regarded the Red Reserve as their own brothers, and they cooperated more tacitly when they fought.

The Red Reserve Team is also not ambiguous, it has any tricks, and with the powerful attack of the Minotaur, it will defeat the tens of thousands of main forces of the Rat Clan.

The patriarchs of the beast clan were stupid when they arrived at the battlefield, more than 400,000 rat clans, it was not enough to kill, and if they came later, they would not be able to see a single one alive.

This group of Terrans is so horrible.

Terrans, are they all so awesome now?

They're not going to destroy us together, are they?

A group of patriarchs walked to the front of the scene, wearing red armor and holding a minotaur battle axe, to the front of the scene.

The fate of the orcs in the future...... It's all in the hands of that one person.