"Okay, I've promised you to go and see the chief of your clan, so you won't be staring at me so closely, will you?" Ever since Zuifeng said a word of Minotaur, Cam has decided that Zuifeng is the savior of his clan, and he is almost inseparable from Zuifeng, but unfortunately he is huddled with a tall Minotaur, which really makes Zuifeng uncomfortable. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No, no, no, you don't understand what your arrival means!" Cam shook his head excitedly, "The soul walkers in the clan said that the ancestral souls had predicted that the alien warriors who had crossed the ocean would help us solve the centaur problem once and for all!" It must be you! ”

"This ......" Okay, Drunken Wind is a little crying and laughing, the prophecy of the ancestors' souls, this is really a bit of a fantasy! Maybe the prophecy is about Sal, maybe it's himself, and the ambiguity of the language can actually be regarded as a kind of "accuracy".

"Speaking of which, what happened to the centaur tribe? I've heard that it's not been very peaceful lately. ”

"Listening to the shaman, it seems that there is a new centaur khan on the throne, centaurs have a tradition of killing their fathers, and the new khan has launched a mad attack on us in order to consolidate his power and position, so as to show his cruelty and viciousness. We were the strongest warriors, but the bastards ran fast with their four hooves, always attacking our settlements and running when they were done. We can't catch them. The settlement of our Mane Clan is at the forefront of all the Minotaurs, so the losses are particularly severe. I was ordered by our clan chieftain, Gulda Mane, to break out and find a way to get some food and grass. ”

"So you're here for the goblins?" Drunken Wind looked at the seemingly rough minotaur in front of him with a surprised expression, after all, such an unexpected way to ask for goblin help was not something that a simple-minded minotaur could think of.

"No, it's not...... Cam scratched his back embarrassedly, "I was going to go to Kane Bloodhoof, the big chief of all our minotaurs, for help from the Bloodhoof Clan, but I was attacked by centaurs on the way, and they surrounded me, and I rushed out of the encirclement at night to a place I didn't know, and I was afraid to go back and run into a centaur, so I kept heading east and ran here......"

Drunk Feng was dumbfounded when he heard this: "That means you're lost, right?" Where is your clan settlement? Bleak place, right? ”

"yes, how do you know?"

Drunk wind covers his face manually......

This guy started from the barren land and traveled all the way east, across the Stonetalon Mountains and the Barren Lands, a distance of two or three thousand kilometers in a straight line...... This cow is really a cow!

"You're really fast!"

"Yes, I'm the fastest in our clan, and so am my Kodomon! And as a hunter, sometimes I can ride my pet Thunder Lizard for a while, and Rayman can run fast! ”

"And how long have you been gone?"

"Fifteen days today!"

"Then there is no support now, what about your clan? It's been a month since you returned to the clan."

"It's okay, I'm not the only one asking for help, I don't think Arouca and they should be as unlucky as me."

"No, I think Arouca and they're really unlucky." Drunken Wind shook his head, "Judging from your description and the level of martial law in Ratchet City, this time the centaurs are not a small fight, and the pressure of the blood hoof should not be small, I think their support for you should be very limited." When the time comes, they don't know how disappointed and blamed themselves will be. ”

"That'...... So what to do? The goblins here can sell us grain, but the price is too high for us to afford, and it doesn't provide protection. Now it is possible for any caravan to be attacked by that group of centaurs, let alone our caravan of the minotaurs......" Cam almost cried when he heard Drunken Wind say this, "Why is there such a race as centaurs in this world? With such vicious creatures, wouldn't anyone want to help us defeat them? These damn brutes! ”

"It's winter soon, and if you don't have enough food, the little ones in the clan may not be able to survive this winter...... Originally, there were not many of our fighters, and even Uncle Lohan carried the totem pole to the front......"

"Damn, shit! If only I had been as strong as the Great Chief of the Bloodhoof, no, half as strong as him, I would have been able to crush those centaur haggards! ”

Although Cam did not introduce his age, Zuifeng could tell that he was still a "little guy" who had just come of age, and he was shocked when he encountered something and was prone to panic, maybe the chieftain of the clan sent him out more for training.

Cam's helpless appearance reminded Drunken Wind of his days when he was in charge of training apprentices in the Shadow Sect, these young men were strong in blood, but inexperienced, and needed the test of real blood and fire to grow into a true warrior.

Later in history, the panda people really appeared on the stage of Azeroth, and the race with the best relationship with the panda people should be the minotaurs, so Zuifeng had long planned to win over the minotaurs to become his allies. It just happened to be in time for the war between the Minotaur and the Centaur, and what better "vote" than a large amount of support.

Thinking of this, Zuifeng simply said, "Don't worry, Cam, I have a way to buy a large amount of food from this group of goblins and guarantee that they will deliver it to your door!" ”

"Really?"

"Wrap it up on me! No problem! ”

"So, is it too late?"

"I think in this month's time, your clan can still hold on!"

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Early the next morning, Cam and Drunken Wind found the titular commander of Ratchet City, Gazruvi.

Seeing that Cam was coming again, and it seemed that he was still bringing a helper, Gazruwe seemed a little impatient: "Time is money, even if you bring a helper, I won't reduce the price for you even a copper!" ”

"I've heard that goblins who don't want to be trade princes aren't good goblins." Drunken Wind looked down at the green-skinned dwarf in front of him, "So, honorable Gazruvi, how much did you, the 'future Prince of Trade', earn in this orc invasion of the Eastern Kingdom?" Among them, the "future" byte bites hard, and this self-evident irony makes Gazruvi jump to his feet angrily: "Damn, you've pissed me off, if you don't get out before I completely explode, I guarantee you'll be blown up by me, and my dinner will be beef and bear's paws!" ”

"No, you won't!" Drunken Wind looked calm, "I'm here to give you a chance to become a real trade prince!" ”