Standing on the walls of the Stonetalon Pass Pass, Drunken Wind had to admit that he was in huge trouble: the centaurs were gathering faster than he thought!

Originally, Drunken Wind expected that with the fine tradition of crazy infighting among the centaurs, the centaurs would once again dispatch the coalition army, how could it be in mid-March, but I didn't expect that this was just March, and the centaurs were already in front of the pass. The pen and the fun pavilion www.biquge.info looked at the bravado of Maradon Khan, and the drunken wind felt a headache - this thing's IQ is not like a centaur, how can it be so smart.

Just as Drunken Wind was about to send a messenger to ask Kane Bloodhoof for help, Kane Bloodhoof's messenger came in a way that Drunken Wind hadn't expected at all.

Drunken Wind swore that he had never imagined a tall, majestic Minotaur warrior riding on a two-legged wyvern, yes, a two-legged wyvern.

Kane Bloodhoof, who defeated the Harpy, had no idea that he would receive such a great gift! In order to repay the minotaur for saving his life, the bipedal wyvern enslaved by the harpy is willing to fly with the minotaur, although the weight of the minotaur greatly slows down the speed of flight, but this is also flying!

Seeing the bipedal flying dragon, Zuifeng was overjoyed, this time the message transmission and enemy reconnaissance, the minotaur will not be suppressed by the centaur at all, with the air force, Zuifeng feels that the future is bright!

After listening to the messenger's story, Drunken Wind also wrote a letter about the situation he was facing and handed it to the Wyvern - there was no way, if he was allowed to carry the courier on his way, the poor Wyvern might die of exhaustion on the road. Drunken Wind and Kane had also discussed some possible scenarios beforehand, so the letter was completely clear.

Having just sent off the relieved (well, relieved) Wyvern, the centaurs on the other side began to attack.

It took a winter to clean up the corpses left by the centaurs in the last Stonetalon Valley Blockade, and the centaurs still had to face an intact pass. Although there is determination, the method of attacking the centaur has not changed, and it is still a pile of lives and filling in a road.

It's a pity that this time all the Centaur Khans and Overseers are lined up in the back, and even the Maladon Khan, relying on his superior strength, personally rushed into battle twice, although it didn't have much effect, but it also caused the centaurs to shout excitedly.

Drunken Wind feels that this time the centaur seems to be calling something completely different.

Sometimes, intuition is even more real and accurate than what you have seen with your own eyes: in the winter, Maradon Khan Malados challenged the other three Khans one by one (including the newly appointed Margram Khan), subdued the four centaur clans, and assembled the centaur alliance with great power. Just now, the centaurs shouted Marados' new title: Great Khan!

The second Stoneclaw Valley Pass Blocking Battle officially began, which was destined to be another long battle, according to the experience of the last time, Drunken Wind estimated that if the centaurs wanted to threaten the pass, it would take at least ten days and half a month.

As a result, he was ruthlessly slapped in the face again that night.

The centaurs seemed to be really in a hurry this time, and they didn't stop attacking the pass even at night, and countless centaurs rushed over with torches, just to die under the pass and build a slope for future attacks.

Hell yes!

Drunken Wind feels that he suddenly doesn't know the world, when can the selfish and cunning centaur die willingly for his companions?

These dead centaurs were not the same as the last time, the last time the centaurs did not realize that the pass was difficult to capture, so they charged with hope and confidence; And this time, the centaurs are clearly here to lay the corpses!

In fact, Drunken Wind didn't realize what kind of blow his actions were to the centaurs, and he didn't realize how hard the centaurs would live without the Minotaur winter! No Centaur wants to be like last winter, the Bleak Land already has a tendency for birds not to, and even the dullest Centaur has realized that the future will be devastating.

For three days and nights, the centaurs used their deadly suicide attacks, making Drunken Wind realize that when war rises to the level of racial survival, even if they are selfish and cunning like centaurs, they will have so many lives willing to sacrifice themselves. No one could have imagined that for the sake of the centaur tomorrow, so many centaur forerunners would use their flesh and blood to attack the walls reinforced by the earth element, and many of them even knew that they would die, and they didn't even take weapons.

These centaurs seem to have suddenly found the glory of the sons of the earth deep in their blood, and they are not afraid of death.

Seeing the corpses under the wall getting taller and taller, Drunken Wind even tried to take the initiative, but unfortunately the centaurs were always on standby, and Marados was still here for three days, just like himself. As if fearing their own "machinations", the centaur archers, under the orders of Marados, fired no arrows, and only an endless number of centaur forerunners charged.

This method of "fighting in a daze" finally made Drunken Wind have nothing to do, there is no plan and no flaws, and when he thinks of the behavior of the centaurs who can be called "wise and foolish", Drunken Wind can't help but smile bitterly.

In the aftermath of the cataclysm, the centaurs even fought with the demons, and several clans were almost wiped out, with some of the remaining centaurs choosing to join the tribe or relying on the protection of the Council of Cenarius.

Drunken Wind doesn't know what the end of the Centaurs will be, but he has reason to believe that perhaps in the future, when facing some other difficulties (the Burning Legion, the Burning Legion, and the Burning Legion), the Centaurs may become a rallying group.

Of course, the current centaurs are still mortal enemies, and the drunken wind is just a sigh or two.

Finally, on the morning of the fifth day of the Wyvern's departure, Stoneclaw Valley received vital reinforcements. At this time, the corpses in front of the pass were already piled up, and just today, the centaurs should have been able to jump up and fight.

Stepping down from the near-crushed Wyvern, Kane Bloodhoof saw a drunken "I seem to be a waste panda" expression, his black and white hair tarnished, his eyes glazed, and he still leaned against the wall motionless when he saw him coming.

"I'm sorry, drunk, I know you're having a hard time." Kane Bloodhoof was embarrassed, "But I didn't get the good news, and there was a problem with the migration team, so I could only bring three hundred warriors, and I did my best." ”

Hearing Kane Bloodhoof's words, Drunken Wind couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I'm already a waste panda......"