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The Minotaurs set up camp here and began to rest, while the original owner, the Slippery Naga, served respectfully.

Nasara, who saw him again, seemed to be doing well to his surprise. It seems that the last defeat not only did not make her lose her original position, but instead caused her opponents to jump out stupidly - and this Naga took the opportunity to clean up.

"Don't stare at me like that, Naga." Drunken Wind was very uncomfortable with Nasara's straight eyes, "I'll give you this Azara's Crown of Arcane Energy as promised." ”

"I'm not worried about that." Nasara shook her head, "I just have two questions. ”

"Huh? You said. ”

"First question, how long are you going to stay here?" Aishara pointed to the minotaurs who had finally relaxed and their IQ had gone offline, "Their funs on this beach have seriously disturbed my people, and even more so that the fishmen ruled by our clan dare not show their heads, and if this continues, our winter will not be pleasant." ”

"Uh......" Laughed after seeing a minotaur warrior run into the sea, scaring the fishmen into running away, and the drunken wind also had a headache, "I'm really sorry, I'll restrain them well, I hope you can understand, these minotaurs have just gone through a series of battles to determine the future of their race, so it's really a little abnormal after relaxing." But don't worry, we'll be here for a maximum of ten days, and then we'll leave here. ”

Nasara nodded, and asked a second question.

"Can I ally with you on behalf of the Slippery Blade Clan?"

What the?!

Drunken Wind was stunned by the question of this four-armed Naga, if the Naga in this case forms an alliance, it must be as a junior brother, when can he be shocked by the tiger's body, and the younger brother will send it up?!

"Can you tell me your reasoning? The last time we met, it wasn't very pleasant. ”

"I don't care about being defeated," Nassara shook her head, "and I don't care what my idiots think." ”

"I'm not like the other Nagas, I'm the first Naga. Ten thousand years ago, I followed in the footsteps of Queen Azhara, but in the end, something happened that prevented me from approaching our capital, Kim Azhara, so after the explosion, I did not sink into the Endless Sea, but came here. My compatriots have lost their minds and are struggling to die in demonic addiction, and I have survived because I have resisted the addiction and have not lost my mind. ”

"I don't want to be confined to this half-human, half-snake Naga shell anymore!" Nassara looked a little excited, "I'm going to lift this damn curse!" ”

"Well, then you believe I can help you?"

"No, I believe in the guidance of fate."

"Fate?"

Nassara suddenly stepped up and sniffed at the drunken wind.

"10,000 years is far longer than you can imagine, in this long time, I was tormented by demon addiction, so it was difficult to grow my strength, but as I had to calm down to fight demon addiction, I was gradually able to figure out the trajectory of some time - you have the taste of time."

"I truly believe that you can help us get a new lease of life."

……………………

Eventually, Drunken Wind accepted Nasara's suggestion, after all, it never hurt to accept a bit of kindness - although the Naga looked at him a little wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The alliance is also simple, with Kane Bloodhoof, Drunken Wind Iron Palm, and Nasara Slippery facing the sea and vowing to help each other in the name of what they cherish most.

Later, Kane Bloodhoof forces Drunkard to cook a large meal under the pretext of welcoming a new ally, which makes Drunkard have to worry, and the dignified Minotaur seems to be indulging in food.

A week later, Gazruvi's fleet arrived belatedly, with supplies that were now the most important for the Minotaurs.

"For the sake of the gold coins, I want to kill you!" Gazruvi, who got off the boat, looked energetic and jumped up to try to give everyone a hug.

After a series of hard battles, hearing Gazruvi's oily tone, whether it was Drunken Wind or Kane Bloodhoof, they had to admit that they actually felt a sense of relief in their hearts at this time.

"It took a lot of effort for me to get five steamers this time, and they're all big guys, and they're walking along the coastline anyway, so I don't think you mind overloading them, right?"

"Of course I don't mind." Drunken Wind shrugged, "Actually, we have the help of the Slippery Blade Naga, if it weren't for the food in your hands, we could even rely on these rafts to get where we want to go......"

"It's so sad for me to say that, no matter what, according to the contract, you can't give me any less!" Gazruvi, whose financial resources were threatened, jumped to his feet in a hurry, "In order to get the ship as soon as possible, I borrowed a lot of money from the headquarters of the hot sand group!" ”

Drunken Wind and Kane Bloodhoof couldn't help but start laughing when they saw Gazruvi pretending to be pitiful, "Don't worry, money fans, there will be no shortage of your gold coins!" ”

Soon, the first minotaurs got on board the boat and set off. The battle in the Bleak Lands is finally over, and under the planning of the drunken wind, after the Minotaurs have crossed the sea in secret, the golden cicada has broken its shell, not only preserving its own strength, but also trapping the main force of the centaurs in the Bleak Land.

The five steamers were big enough to take six round trips to transport everyone to the Far Lookout in the Stonetalon Mountains, where they would join the Brute-Maned warriors.

Drunken Wind boarded the ship in the last batch, and coincidentally, this ship was the anchor bolt he had traveled on when he arrived in Kalimdor. This time, the cans are no longer seasick, and they are not traveling alone.

Facing the accustomed sea breeze, Zuifeng's thoughts also drifted away: it seems that the improvement of his own strength also needs to be put on the agenda, and Zuifeng finds that it is difficult to deal with many enemies he is about to face, but how to advance to a legendary warrior monk, Zuifeng is still at a loss and can't grasp the point. But no matter how difficult it is, I need to continue on the path of the warrior monk.

Looking at the coastline that gradually faded away and finally disappeared from view, Drunken Wind finally waved his hand gently, goodbye, desolate land!

Next stop, Stonetalon Mountains!