"Hahaha, well said! I have long been ashamed to have such a stupid brother as you, and after taking back your totemic power, I will send you to my father with joy! ”

Cook Bloodhoof laughed loudly, and a hideous look appeared on his face, a minotaur who had lost the power of his totem, and trying to kill him was as easy as crushing an ant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Hmm! Hmmm......"

In the process, Bakr Bloodhoof was unable to respond to the intense pain, and the blood was gurgling down his bitten lips, but he was still trembling with a strong chest, clenching his teeth, not falling, not retreating, not begging for mercy!

“……”

More minotaurs twisted their heads in reluctance, and whoever supported them knew that Bakr Bloodhoof did not deserve such a punishment.

A moment later.

The golden light that shrouded Bakr Bloodhoof's body finally vanished.

At this moment, all the mysterious and dense tattoos on his body disappeared, and the clothes on his upper body turned into pieces at the same time, revealing brownish-yellow skin with fluff......

It was also at this time that the Minotaurs clearly saw the dense scars on Bakr Bloodhoof's body.

On his waist was a stab wound that was diagonally downward, at least 30 centimeters long, surrounded by sutures like earthworms......

On the right side of his chest, there were three claw marks that were straight downward, and until this time there were marks of purple and red, which were only left after infection, and could recur at any time......

His collarbone, which looks very asymmetrical, has a deep dent in the left collarbone, which is obviously only left with a severe blow from some kind of blunt object, which directly shatters the collarbone and does not recover well......

These are just three of the more obvious and fatal scars, and the other small scars are countless!

But surprisingly, his entire back was as smooth and intact as a newborn's skin......

"Oh my God, what the hell has Bakker Bloodhoof been through......"

When some minotaurs saw this scene, they couldn't help but cover their mouths and exclaimed.

The Minotaurs of Thunder Cliff have been at peace for too long, they don't know what the outside world is like, let alone what kind of purgatory the Outlands battlefield is, and compared to Bakr Bloodhoof, they are like well-protected flowers in a greenhouse, unharmed in the slightest.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

An old voice rang out at the back of the crowd.

Then an elderly female minotaur walked tremblingly to the front of the person on crutches, she looked at and caressed the mottled and horrible scars on Bakr Bloodhoof's body, and the old eyes that looked godless suddenly filled with two lines of cloudy tears.

"You shameful bastards, you ungrateful parasites, look what you've all done to this kid!?"

"Bakr Bloodhoof never spoke of his experience, but every time he returned, he always brought us a lot of fresh water and seeds, and mercenaries who were willing to help us...... But how exactly is it done, don't you think!? Do you think that all the people in this world are philanthropists, and they will help us for nothing just because they think we are pitiful? ”

"It's you who are really shameful, it's you who really don't deserve the surname Bloodhoof, in order to survive, you have lost your conscience, you are abusive, and you are not even worthy of being human!"

The elderly female bullhead numbered them, and her anger, which made her already very weak, panting, but the crutches in her hands moved harder on the ground, as if to pierce the ground under her feet.

Almost all of the minotaurs present had lowered their heads in shame at this moment, they didn't dare to face her questioning gaze, let alone the amazing scars on Bakr Bloodhoof's body.

"My child ......"

The elderly female minotaur took a deep breath, turned her head with difficulty, and stroked Bakr Bloodhoof's dark but unusually resolute face with a trembling hand, and muttered, "Child, you have suffered enough grievances for the sake of the Bloodhoof tribe, today, you will hide behind me, and I will protect ......"

"Auntie!"

Bakr Bloodhoof suddenly interrupted the elderly female minotaur at this time, and if it had been a few minutes ago, this guy would have been moved to tears with red eyes.

But at this time, his expression was so deep that people couldn't see through it at all.

"Auntie, thank you for your kindness, but I am about to become the successor chief of the Bloodhoof Clan, from this moment on, I am no longer the same as before, I will use my own strength to protect my surname, protect the Bloodhoof Clan, and protect everything I think should be guarded, and never compromise with anyone or anything!"

There was no emotion in Bakker Bloodhoof's voice, and no one could understand what he was thinking, but Pang Xiaodou knew that he had completed his transformation.

"Successor chief? Buckle, this is the funniest joke I've heard today, do you know what you're talking about right now? ”

Cook Bloodhoof laughed breathlessly, "Without the power of the totem, you are not even a qualified minotaur, I want to see how you can achieve your unashamed statement, and now, you should think about how you can protect yourself......"

At this point, Cook Bloodhoof was already eager to try, but Buckle Bloodhoof suddenly raised his hands.

"...... Uproar"

With a familiar voice, a large amount of green magical energy that Pang Xiaodou had seen suddenly spurted out of Bakir Bloodhoof's body!

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

At this moment, several arm-thick vines directly wrapped around Cook Bloodhoof, like demonic tentacles suddenly protruding from hell, and lifted them high.

"Ahh

Cook Bloodhoof's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but let out a strange exclamation, this is definitely not the power of the totem power, because the power of the totem has been withdrawn by him, and no one in the Bloodhoof tribe has such power at all, and there is no record of this kind of ability even in the epic.

Only Pang Xiaodou knew that this ...... It's the power of a demigod!

Numerous vines obeyed Bakir Bloodhoof's will, stretching rapidly, lifting Cook Bloodhoof all the way beyond the cliffs of Thunder Bluff.

"Bakel, what are you doing, let me down, I'm your brother!"

At this moment, Cook Bloodhoof's voice had begun to tremble, and he had finally begun to be afraid.