readx;?? The trees thinned out, the light brightened, and they were close to the edge of the forest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ?w?w?w?．? Gazruvi ran and ran and rushed into the open grass, his feet on the soft grass again. Not far in front of him, Rettotripe overwhelmed Gazruvi with despair, followed by a fury of rage.

They're not yet adults! They haven't fought in the first real battle, they've danced with beautiful goblins by the fire, they've built their own business empires, they've gathered the world's riches under their control......

There's so much they haven't done yet. It's one thing to die honorably on the battlefield, and now that they're so far apart from this abominable creature, it's a joke and no glory at all!

Gazruvi wanted to scold the ogre before he slapped him into meat sauce. He knew it would waste his precious few seconds, but he couldn't resist the urge anymore, and he turned his head-

He froze! His mouth opened in disbelief!

He saw the angel ~~~!

Savior!!!

Their deliverers did not make a single sound. They moved silently, like a blue and silver tide that suddenly emerged from the air.

Ghazruvi heard the familiar sound of arrows breaking through the air, and after a heartbeat, the ogre's cry turned from anger to pain. Several arrows pierced its huge, pale body, and it stopped, screaming loudly to wipe the annoying arrows off its body.

A clear voice rang out. Although Gazruwe didn't understand the language, he could hear the power in those words, and he immediately got goosebumps.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with lightning, but it wasn't like any mage Gazruwe had ever seen.

Blue, white, and silver energies swirled around the ogre, crackling and cloaking around it like a net. The monster let out another roar and fell to the ground. The earth trembled again.

The Minotaur is coming!

The minotaurs stepped down from the riding Kodomon and walked towards the fallen ogre. They were dressed in the armor of the wilderness, reflecting the peculiar luster of metal, and the style was uniform, majestic and majestic, and Gazruvi was dazzled to see, which was too different from the minotaur he had encountered before!

He saw the flash of the blade, heard more incantations, and had to close his eyes so as not to be delirious by the sight before him.

Finally, everything fell silent. Gazruvi opened his eyes, and now the ogre was dead. Its eyes were still wide open, its tongue sticking out of its open mouth, and its entire body was covered in bright red blood and burnt marks.

It was so quiet that Ghazruvi could even hear himself and Raittotrip's stumbling breathing. Two people, you look at me, I look at you, and they are all stunned by the scene just now.

Of course, both of them had seen the Minotaur before, but only from a distance. From time to time, many of the Minotaur caravans in Ratchet City visited their castle, bringing with them intricate handmade carvings and grains, decorative stone carvings, and some natural raw materials that the Minotaurs had collected from the land and stones, in exchange for the "Ming" of their goblins.

Every time the Minotaur caravan visited, it always stirred up a stir among the little children, these big men were big and scary to look at, but they were all amiable, and after the trade would give each little goblin many strange gifts, which surprised them when they were young, but unfortunately often each transaction only lasted a few hours.

Brown-skinned, soft-spoken, and with striking horns on their heads, the minotaurs do not actively get close to the goblins, and the heads of the various families never invite them to stay. The relationship between the two races is friendly and distant, and everyone seems to want it to be.

Gazruvi was thinking when the leader of this unexpected team strode towards Ghazruvi. From this position, Ghazruvi saw details that he had never noticed before when observing the Minotaurs.

Their legs are not straight, but bent backwards, like ...... Like a goat's legs, only thicker, more powerful, and more athletic. At the end of the leg are forked hooves that glow black, and are wrapped in leather leggings from ankle to knees.

And also...... That's right, it's a tail, thick and smooth, with a handful of brownish-yellow flexible hairs at the end of the smooth tail, which swings back and forth.

Their owner was leaning down in front of him, holding out a large, strong brown hand, which Gazruwe felt was almost as long as his legs, and Gazruwe blinked, staring at the minotaur's hooves and tail for a long time, and then stood up on his own.

The face in front of him had strange armor on its head, as if its entire head was wrapped in armor, revealing only two pointed horns. The black head hung over the iron-blooded uniform, and the sharp eyes were shining, the color of which was like a winter lake.

"Are you hurt?" The Minotaur spoke in an incoherent goblin language, his tongue visibly unable to adapt to the quacking goblin syllables.

"It only hurts my pride," Ghazruwe heard Ritotripe mutter in his own clan's dialect. He was also a little stinged.

I don't know if the minotaur heard or understood Rytotrip's words, but Gazruwe seemed to see a smile creeping up the corner of his mouth, and the minotaur looked at the sky, and Gazruvi was discouraged, the sun had set very low.

"You two are far from home, aren't you? The sun is also going to rest. The leading minotaur said, "Where are you from?" ”

"I'm Gazruwe of Ratchet City, and he's my cousin Ritotrip."

The minotaur looked surprised. "Ratchet City? Venture capital firms? Goblin Lumberjack? How did you end up here? ”

"Uhhhhh Gazruvi didn't know how to answer, he knew how bad the reputation of Goblin Ventures was in Kalimdor, he also knew that Goblin Timberjack was hostile to all nature-loving peoples, and he didn't know how to answer the question of the Minotaur in front of him. "We're not like everyone else."

"That's right," Ritotripe added, "we're new goblins, not the old-fashioned Goblins of Ratchet City. ”

"Hehehe!" Looking at the frightened appearance of the future leader of Ratchet City, Gazruvi, Wren felt amused.

At this time, a week had passed since the Black Yao Legion of Wren had annihilated the Centaur pursuers, and the rapid march a few days ago had left the soldiers of the Black Yao Legion far away from the Centaur territory. At present, they are wandering the rich savannah of the wilderness plains, both relaxing and training.

And this place is not far from the base camp of the Minotaur Bloody Hoof Village.