Accomplishing his mission, Wren rode a black-striped frostbladed leopard through the night toward the Terror Totem stronghold of the Southern Barrens. He needs to return to Zanzin, the leader of the Mogore Terror Totem.

The Mogaolei Giant Gate divides the Southern Barren Lands and Mogaolei into two areas, and if you want to reach the Mogaolei Terror Totem Stronghold in the shortest possible time, you must pass through the Mogaolei Giant Gate. It was a difficult thing to pass through the giant gate of Mogaolei, and although there were not many guards there, they were all elite. Of course, these so-called elites are worthless in Wren's eyes. Jumping down from the frostblade leopard, Wren looked up at the giant gate in front of him, and suddenly had a strong desire to destroy this giant gate in his heart.

"This break is the biggest barrier to the terror totem's attack on Mogaolei?" Wren looked up and muttered to himself with a slight cold gaze, and the ** in his heart became more and more intense, like a fire that can never be burned out. Clenching the bone bow in his hand, Wren decided to kill all the guards of the Mogaolei Giant Gate, and only killing could calm his restlessness at the moment.

The artificial road leading to the Mogaure Gate is flanked by two miniature hills no more than fifty meters in height, on which the gates' guards are stationed. Wren stood on the artificial path for a moment, his body gradually merging with the night, which was the racial talent of the Night Elves, Shadow Escape. Fleeing into the shadows, Wren slung his back and took out the sharp dagger pinned to his waist and walked up the hill to his left.

On the hill, two dome-shaped tents stand next to each other. In front of the tent, three minotaurs with long knives in their hands sat around the campfire, talking happily. The three minotaurs were sturdy, and their arms holding long knives were nearly a circle thicker than normal minotaurs. Through the faint light of the campfire, Wren saw that the arms of the three minotaurs were tattooed with the fangs characteristic of Thunder Bluff, and his brow was slightly furrowed, but soon the frowning brow gradually relaxed, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Guards of Thunder Bluff? Something interesting. ”

Clutching the dagger in his hand, Wren slowly approached the three minotaur guards, his steps light and silent. Quietly walking behind the minotaur in the middle, Wren gently raised the dagger in his hand with a cruel smile on his face. Swift as lightning as he grabbed his target's horns, the dagger stabbed into the artery in the minotaur's neck with swiftness and accuracy, revealing his body hidden in the shadows.

"Ahh The assassinated minotaur screamed, Wren's face sank, and the dagger inserted into the artery turned, crushing the blood vessels in the minotaur's neck. Drawing the dagger, Wren kicked his legs hard, jumped backwards nearly ten meters away, threw the dagger to the ground, skillfully took the bone bow from his body, mounted the arrow, and looked at the remaining two guards with a smile.

It all happened so suddenly, and the comrade who was still talking and laughing with him turned into a cold corpse in just a few seconds. The two surviving minotaur guards couldn't even stop it. Neither of them looked at the dead minotaur, staring at Wren with a grim face, and the white-haired guard on his left hand asked Wren a question.

"Who are you?"

Lynn smiled and didn't answer, her eyes glancing at the feet of the minotaur who was asking, and she snuggled at him. The white minotaur looked down and saw an inconspicuous trap at his feet. The white minotaur reacted quickly, pulling his companion and about to pounce back, but Wren reacted faster, and the moment the minotaur lowered his head, Wren released the bowstring in his hand.

Wren's arrow landed accurately on the trap with a sound of breaking through the air, and the trap slammed loudly, and the violent explosion directly blew the legs of the two minotaurs in two. Wren tilted his head and walked to the minotaur lying on the ground as if shopping on the street, and said with a smile.

"Dead people are not entitled to know my name. Hehe. ”

With that, he picked up a few pieces of burning wood from the campfire and threw them into the tent. Then he walked up the stairs leisurely, stood on the lookout at the top of the Mogaolei Giant Gate, condescendingly looked at the burning tent and the guards who came to hear the noise, and raised his voice.

"Go back and tell Haken in Bloodhoof that the Night Elves are back. When he owed me, I will ask him to pay me back with interest. ”

The Minotaur guard standing on the ground glared angrily and rushed towards Wren with the weapon in his hand. Mockingly looking at the guards approaching him, Wren jumped from the lookout, and by the time the guards rushed to the lookout to look down, Wren was already gone.

"Do you want to inform Thunder Bluff about this?" On the lookout, a minotaur asked.

"No, go to Bloodhoof Village and tell Haken about this. He should know who the Night Elf who killed our people is. Another minotaur in the form of a chainmail captain pondered for a moment before replying

Beyond the Giant Gate of Mogaolei, Wren was already in the southern barrens. The Frostblade Leopard was left behind by him in Mogore, and Wren, who had no mount, looked very distressed. Amber eyes scanned around with a slight glow, and he needed to find himself a new mount. Soon, a large, red-skinned lizard with purple sword-like scales growing on its back caught his eye. The Thunderhorn Lizard, a beast endemic to the Southern Barrens. Adult thunderhorn lizards have a half-meter-long rhino horn on their snouts, which emit blue electricity that looks dangerous but actually causes little harm. It is a beast that has no merits other than its scary appearance.

The Thunderhorn Lizard looks ugly and sluggish, and in normal times, Wren would never ride a mount of this quality, but at this time, he can't pick and choose. Feeling sorry for himself, Wren approached the lone Thunderhorn lizard in a depressed mood.

Wren's approach made the lone thunderhorned lizard feel very threatened, and the horns on its nose flashed with a dangerous blue current, and its mouth kept letting out a "roar." The roar. Wren, who was already in a bad mood, was disturbed by the Thunderhorn Lizard, and his mood was even worse, he didn't want to wronged himself to sit on this ugly creature, he wanted to kill it.

He took out his bow, and the muscles on his arm that were gripping the bowstring bulged violently, and the bowstring was pulled into a full moon by Wren. With a snap of his finger, the arrow shot into the right eye of the Thunderhorn Lizard, and flew out through the back of its head, killing it with one arrow.

Looking up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, Wren estimated the time slightly in his heart, according to his calculations, he was already late at this time. Licking his upper lip, Wren, who was disgusted by the Thunderhorn Lizard, no longer had the heart to look for a mount, and walked towards the stronghold.

Taurazu Camp. Thunder Bluff's former sentry camp in the South Barrens has been reduced to rubble by Alliance sergeants. Thunder Bluff did not respond to the fall of the Taurazu camp, did not take revenge, and did not rebuild. Thunder Bluff seems to have completely forgotten about what was once an important news hub. The surviving minotaurs of the Battle of Taurazu resented this, and they joined the Totem of Terror and renamed the Taurazu camp after the ruins of Taurazu, making it an important stronghold of the Totem of Terror in Mogore.

In front of the wooden gates of the ruins of Taurazu stood on the left and right sides of a black minotaur warrior armed with a long-handled weapon, their chest and upper arms tattooed with the marks of the Terror Totem. Wren, who had been walking for nearly half an hour, had already run out of patience and shouted to the guards at the door from afar.

"Hey! Bring me the white frostbladed leopard, I can't walk. ”

The guard who was faithfully guarding the gate of the ruins heard Wren's voice, and his body shivered involuntarily, and after glancing at each other, the black minotaur standing on the right hurried into the ruins of Taurazu, and a moment later, a white frostbladed leopard leading a divine steed walked out of the ruins. He quickly ran to Wren and respectfully handed the reins to Wren.

Wren didn't take the reins from the minotaur, and crawled onto the back of the white frostblade leopard without any strength. Asked the guard.

"Is Zankin in the stronghold?"

The guard led the white frostblade leopard and said cautiously and respectfully.

"Lord Wren, Leader Zankin has been waiting for you in the stronghold for a long time."

Wren drooped his eyelids and let out a sigh, and the whole person lay on the back of the white frostblade leopard like a lump of mud. The guards were so frightened of Wren that they didn't dare to say a word, and cautiously led the Frostblade Leopard towards the ruins of Taurazu.

The once thriving Taurazu camp is littered with ruins, war-infused tents and slashes on the beams and pillars. After arriving here, the Terror Totem only built a simple wooden house near the wall, which was used for the rest and decision-making of the leader. Outside the wooden house, a bonfire illuminates the place. More than two dozen swarthy minotaur warriors sat bored on the ground, some talking, some resting, and more arguing. Inside the ruins of Taurazu, there was a lot of noise and confusion.

Wren rode into the gate on the Frostblade Leopard, distraught by the noise of the voice. Jumping off the Frostblade Leopard, Wren glanced around coldly. The bickering members of the terror totem all shut their mouths under Wren's beastly gaze, and the ruins of Taurazu suddenly changed from noise to incomparable calm.

"If you dare to make a loud noise, I will kill you." Wren said coldly, his voice was not loud, but all the members present heard it clearly, and shrunk their necks in fear, not daring to look into Wren's eyes.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this nonsense, Wren walked straight into the humble wooden house, where Zamkin was waiting for him.

The interior of the chalet is plainly furnished. There is only one round wooden table with two square backs. When Wren walked into the cabin, he sat down unceremoniously with his back and his legs on the round table. Sitting across from him was an old-looking minotaur with gray sideburns and turquoise chain mail. Next to his chainmail jacket was a glimmering orange gemstone.

As soon as Wren sat down, the old minotaur said in a hoarse voice.

"Wren, my child, have you completed the task I gave you?"

A displeased and gloomy look flashed on Lin Yu's face, and he replied flatly.

"It's done."

The old minotaur received Wren's affirmative answer, and the wrinkles on his happy face were piled together, like a blooming chrysanthemum. He coughed vigorously twice, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, patted his chest, and said to Wren. "My child. You killed the once strongest hunter of the Mogoray Terror Totem, and now, you take his place. I, Leader Zankin, acknowledge your status as a Terror Totem, and you will be the new Hunter Instructor to become the Mogore Terror Totem. ”

Wren accepted Zankin's words with a flat face, but when he heard the last four words of the hunter instructor, Rayne's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he said to Zanjin with a smile.

"Leader, why don't you take it upon yourself to slay that traitor from Hab? With your strength, it's easy to kill Hab, why do you have to wait for me to come back from Stonetalon Mountain and ask me to do that? ”

Zankin's face froze, but instantly returned to normal, and he replied in a calm tone.

"That traitor Habu doesn't deserve my shot."

"Nope. Zankin, you're cheating on me. Wren shook his finger at Zamkin with a mocking smile, and said in a slightly cold voice.

"You want to kill me?" Zanjin said in a deep voice, and his originally cloudy eyes actually had the sharpness of an eagle at this moment.

"No, no, leader. The principle of the totem of terror is to prohibit the following offenses, and I know that very well. Wren shook his head slightly, as if disappointed by the rule.

"Our conversation is over, Wren. Now, please get out. Zamkin's wrinkled face was as cold as frost as he stared at Wren and shouted.

"Leader, I can't kill you. However, I can't control anyone else. The corners of Wren's mouth raised a wonderful arc, and as soon as his voice fell, a green-skinned goblin dressed in black thief leather armor appeared behind Zamkin's back without warning, holding a dark golden dagger in his left hand and stabbing into Zanzin's back, pointing straight at his heart.

This blow did not end Zankin's life, and he wanted to cry out for help. But the goblin thief's actions were like a meteor, and with a wave of the patterned adamantite dagger, a white light flashed, leaving a slender wound in Zankin's neck, and the blow severed Zankin's vocal cords. Clutching his bleeding neck, Zankin let out two gurgling sounds and slammed down on the wooden table until he died, his eyes staring at Wren with resentment.

Zankin is dead, dead at the hands of an unknown thief. Wren kicked off the stool, jumped onto the round table and crouched in front of Zankin's corpse, and said in a vicious voice.

"Zankin, you old shit, you don't know how to make the Terror Totem more powerful! You're just going to stick to the rules! You old thing. Do you think you're still a powerful shaman? Do you think you're still going to be able to drink from me? You told me to kill my instructor! It's because you're afraid that you won't be able to defeat him! You good-for-nothing guy, you're old! The elements are no longer open to your listening! You useless thing, and you still want to occupy the position of the leader of the terror totem? Are you worthy? Old guys! Answer me, answer me! ”

The more Wren spoke, the more excited he became, and he took out the dagger and slammed it on Zanjin's gray head six or seven times, until his head was blurred with flesh and blood, and Wren's mood stabilized a little. Jumping off the table, taking a few deep breaths, and wiping the dagger on Zankin's face a few times, he smiled and said to the goblin thief who had been speechless.

"Mr. Worden, thank you for your help in removing the burden of Zankin for the Terror Totem,"

"Wren Darkblade. You're like crazy just now. The goblin thief Woden replied as he looked up at Wren, his voice very much in line with the goblin race, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Oh ~ friend! If you're going to work under this incompetent old guy for a few years, you're going to be even more crazy with me. Wren said to Worden in an exaggerated tone.

"I'm not interested in your past. You promised our venture capital company that as long as we help you get rid of Zanjin and become the leader of the Mogaolei Terror Totem, then we can pay you less than 20% of the copper ore we mined. ”

Worden said in a calm and low voice.

"Of course, my friend. I'm a commitment-minded person. It's just that to become a leader, I'm afraid I still need your last little help. Wren was so difficult.

"What helps?" Goblin Woden asked.

"That's it," Wren paused, grabbed Worden's shoulder with one hand, and stabbed the dagger into Worden's head with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"You're dead."

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