As if held by an invisible force, I saw that after the dew flew out of the prophet's hand, it suddenly scattered in all directions, divided into small dewdrops the size of their fingers, and stopped steadily in front of each of the minotaurs, and Bai Ya found that except for the stone hoof shield warrior and the black bow hunter who had led the team, everyone else had one in front of him, but some small dewdrops turned red, some turned green, and some turned blue, and the dew in front of him turned yellow.

Bai Ya was shocked by this, and he wondered if it was this mysterious ancient tree that had existed for tens of thousands of years that discovered that he was not Rennes? Bloodhoof himself, and the warning given, Bai Ya tensed his body violently.

Looking around, only the Black Bow Hunter looked at the yellow dew in front of him in surprise, but he didn't do anything else, and the other little minotaurs were attracted by the various dewdrops in front of their eyes and had no time to care.

Bai Ya breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and thought to himself: "It seems that it is normal for the colors to be different. ”

Hakuya looked up at the dewdrops in front of the others, and he found Kane? In front of Bloodhoof was a bright red dewdrop, and the color was noticeably darker than the others', dripping and spinning in circles before Kane Bloodhoof's eyes; The front of Muon's Wrath of the Earth, Hamuel Rune Totem, and Magatha Terror Totem are all blue dewdrops, the difference is that the blue dewdrops of Muon's Wrath of the Earth are white, and the blue dewdrops of Magassa Terror Totem are black; Impressive to him, Krone Rockhoof, was greeted by brownish-red dewdrops.

Everyone was attracted by the dew in front of their eyes, and their eyes were glued to the dew in front of them.

"Thinking about the tribe, thinking about your family, thinking about the profession you each want to be," the Prophet suddenly said solemnly,

"The forehead slowly approached the dewdrops, this is the blessing and baptism of the ancestors, don't be afraid, don't worry." Listening to the words of the prophet, the little bullaurs slowly stretched their foreheads forward.

"Wren, don't worry, although yellow energy is the first time it has appeared in our Minotaur tribe, it is a very common occupation among other races on the mainland, and there are many wild boar people over there who use yellow energy, energy is not divided into high and low, there is no energy that only belongs to the Minotaur, and there is no energy that the Minotaur cannot have."

Listening to the Prophet's relief, Hakuya knew that the Prophet thought that he was hesitant to see that his dew was different from the other minotaurs, and refused to accept the dew.

But Hakuya knew in his heart that he was worried about being exposed by the yellow energy to reveal the secret that he was not Wren Bloodhoof.

After more than a month of living in the Minotaur tribe, Bai Ya felt that he was familiar with all the Minotaurs and truly integrated into the life of the Minotaurs, and he also accepted the fact that he became a Minotaur in his heart, but what he didn't expect was that there was a Minotaur Guardian Tree that had survived for nearly 10,000 years, and he was worried about what it would find.

Bai Ya actually already had his own concept in his heart, seeing the colorful energy dewdrops, he already knew in his heart that this was actually the energy of a professional, the anger of a warrior, the blue bar of a shaman, the green energy bar of a hunter, and in front of him was the yellow energy point of a stalker.

"Minotaur thieves? What the heck? Bai Ya felt funny in his heart, he was a killer, reborn as a minotaur, and was actually recognized by the minotaur guardian tree as suitable for the thief profession, but in Bai Ya's memory, the minotaur had no thieves, which made it difficult for Bai Ya to do.

According to Bai Ya's understanding, the Minotaur said that he did not have a thief profession: "The Minotaur is a peace-loving, close to nature race, and has a strong sense of justice, so there is no thief profession, which is all related to nature." ”

But Bai Ya understands in his heart that the real reason why the Minotaur does not have a thief profession is the problem of combat effectiveness, the thief pays attention to the elegant figure, dexterous pace, the roughness of the one-hit kill, and the thin and brittle physique, that is, the amount of blood, and with the racial talent durability of the bull head, it will increase the physique by 5%, which will greatly affect the balance of the profession. This is only secondary, the important thing is that the thieves are fighting with the skills of stunning others and high output damage, and there are already many stun skills, if you add a war trampling, plus the powerful power of the minotaur, it is terrible to think about.

He fears that the world won't allow him to turn into a minotaur thief.

Therefore, Hakuya is also worried that even if he abandons the factor that was not found to be Wren Bloodhoof himself, and accepts the yellow dewdrops, it may not necessarily work for him, because the Minotaur thieves would not exist in the first place.

Bai Ya thought about it so much, in fact, it was also a matter of an instant, and the forehead of the little bullaur in front of him had not yet been attached to the dewdrops.

Suddenly, a black bar of energy shot towards the minotaur shaman priest of the team.

With a bang, the Stonehoof Warrior threw his shield over and blocked it next to the shaman, blocking the black energy bar that shot from the shadows.

Turning back suddenly, Bai Ya saw an evil imp from the World of Warcraft bouncing around and releasing shadow arrows.

In Bai Ya's memory, the evil imp is the weakest and most ordinary demon creature in the game, but the evil imp in front of him is half a human tall, with four arms, and with a wave of each hand on it, a shadow energy flies out, knocking on the shield warrior's tall shield.

White Arrow spotted Krone Rockhoof trying to block a shadow arrow, only to be knocked over.

"It's all a lie in the game," Hakuya felt stunned.

"Demonic power!" The black bow hunter pulled out his longbow violently, and with a pull of his empty hand, a green energy arrow suddenly appeared on the bowstring, instantly shooting the evil ghost.

"Hahaha, Captain of the Hunters of the Prophet's Guard? I have a lot of evil imps, how many you kill, how many I can summon! "I saw a tall and thin demon sorcerer with horns on his head, dark red all over his body, black tendons bulging on his body, and a brown skull wand in his hand, followed by three blazing hounds, from behind a tree in the distance.

"Kahirnaz?" The Prophet suddenly waved his hand, took away the floating energy bead, and said in surprise.

"Jon Stareye, I can't imagine it, although I didn't become a prophet, I'm not weaker than you at all!" I saw the demon warlock talking as he walked. It was here that Hakuya learned that the Prophet's name was Jon Stareye.

"Stop, you depraved shaman, don't go near the Prophet." The Black Bow Hunter raised his bow sharply and said to the Demon Warlock.

"Lord Prophet? Hahahaha, I was also a member of the Council of Elders, and when I was fighting for the position of prophet of the Bloodhoof Tribe, you didn't know where it was. The Demon Warlock smiled wickedly.

"Kehirnaz, after you lost the power of the elements, you actually worshipped demons and became a demon warlock?" The Prophet asked excitedly.

"What are you doing here to protect the ancient tree? What is your intention in digging up the heart of the moonlight tree? The Prophet asked angrily.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, Jon Stareye! But I didn't want to hide it from you! The demon warlock said, waving his arm violently. ”