readx;?“ This is the Fountain of Healing Totem! Wren was slightly surprised, and glanced back at his own formation, and found a young man with a white horned minotaur with a young face who was inserting a light green totem to guide the release of the healing water wave. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After remembering his face, he turned to point at Samuro who was standing beside him and said to Samuro, who was standing beside him and holding his battle axe: "Samuro, see that shaman who guides the totem, don't patronize and kill the enemy for a while, pay attention to protect the shaman priest in this formation, Tuga Rune Totem may not care about it alone." ”

"Uh, Captain, will you change someone? I haven't killed enough!" Samuro half-complained, half-tried to get Wren to change his mind.

"Don't ink, this is an order, I don't worry about others! Just go! Wren ignored the temptation of the somewhat violent lead singer and turned around and patted him on the head to push him in the direction of his own formation.

Wren looked at Samuro in the ripples emitted by the Healing Fountain Totem, turned his head three times at a time, reluctantly touched his face, and smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth.

It's the end of the day, and the lead singer of the band, who is as prone to heat up as he is when he sings, as soon as he fights, let him stay in the middle of the team honestly.

"Crown, Rockhoof!" Turning around, Wren shouted out the name of another defensive warrior.

"Yes!" Hearing the roll call of Legion Commander Wren, Krone Rockhoof replied solemnly, earnestly, and loudly, and quickly ran to Wren's side, without a trace of his usual amusement and hippie smile.

"Go! Inform the reserve team behind the mountain and prepare to lead the Kodo beasts into battle! Get ready for war drums and horns! Seeing Krone Rockhoof quickly turn over to carry out his orders, Wren raised his right arm, pointed his weapon at the centaur team, and swung it down.

"Black Yao Legion!"

"For the glory of Mother Earth!"

More than 200 minotaur warriors gathered into blades again, and under the guidance of the tip of the blade of Wren's avatar, they roared and charged towards the chaotic centaur formation in front of them in a cone formation.

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After more than four hours of bloody fighting, the sun had moved from the sky to the western peaks, sowing the last bits of light and heat before nightfall. The afterglow of the setting sun seems to be stained red by the blood all over the ground, staining everything in the desolate place with a layer of blood, making this land struggling with plunder and destruction more and more desolate.

The small plain next to the intersection was full of severed arms and broken flesh of centaurs, and the breeze that was supposed to be refreshing carried a strong smell of blood, which was pungent and disgusting.

This debut battle, planned by Wren, lured by a long distance, and finally lured into the urn, ended with the centaur army leaving behind more than 2,000 mutilated corpses.

More than 2,000 centaur warriors, mainly centaur warriors, with centaur overseer guards, centaur archers, centaur wizards, and centaur prophets, were slaughtered after the centaur overseers and centaur prophets were killed, and only more than 100 people who were in charge of guarding at the far side of the battlefield took advantage of the chaos to escape for their lives and left in a hurry.

The victorious Minotaur Black Yao Legion is cleaning up the battlefield in an orderly manner as the regimental commander Wren asked them to do in their usual training.

Druids and shamans are casting spells on wounded warriors to heal and bandage their wounds; The hunters lead their pet companions, patrol the battlefield, pick up and sort out the trophies left by the centaurs on the battlefield, and when they encounter a centaur who has not completely lost their breath, they will draw their short sword and slash it on the head, or let the pet bite off his neck.

The blood feud of generations has made these originally peace-loving and generous minotaurs completely let go of pity and sympathy. There is no word for captives in the war between the two tribes, and the clansmen and ancestors who were captured by the centaurs were sacrificed to their bullshit gods by these savage centaurs, and not only lost their lives, but also suffered their souls, and could not return to the arms of Mother Earth.

The warriors had cut off the heads of centaurs one by one and piled them up at the intersection on the right, and in front of the stone wall on the right side of the intersection, a terrifying landscape of centaur heads had been erected.

It was an order that Wren had given before the battle, and although it was appalling, it was not met with any opposition from generations of blood feuds and the prestige that Wren had accumulated during his three-month recruit training.

Needless to say, Krone Rockhoof, a natural defensive warrior who grew up with Wren, and the non-mainstream minotaur defensive warrior who had been obsessed with the minotaur huntress Flowey Leil since childhood; Not to mention the cruel and cheerful sneer on Chief Rappi's cold minotaur hunter's paralyzed ice face; Even the usually tolerant and serene shaman, Tuga Rune Totem, only asked with a faint expression whether it would cause an epidemic, and then turned around to treat the wounded after inserting a totem nearby.

Generations of hatred and ancient memories make the Minotaurs not show the slightest mercy in their war against centaurs.

After today's battle, the first strange human head mountain in the world of Azeroth was finally formed, and at a glance, all the Minotaur warriors of the Black Yao Legion had a happy expression on their faces, and there was a pleasure called revenge flowing wantonly in their hearts.

Only the Minotaur can understand this kind of blood feud with the centaurs! The Minotaurs, a peace-loving and enthusiastic race, will lose all kindness and forgiveness when faced with centaurs, leaving only hatred and anger to manipulate their weapons and fight the centaurs to the end.

Wren's goal was accomplished, he wanted to use the landscape of centaur heads to stimulate his legionnaires visually. Passion and anger can make one's Black Yao Legion stronger and more united, more hateful, and more high-spirited - the Legion needs self-confidence and glory!

At this time, Wren sat on the ground with his back against the illuminated red mountain rock. The tall and capable body stretched safely, holding a large piece of linen and carefully wiping the bloodstained, crimson "Halberd Barrier" shield, the dried blood and minced meat on the shield were carefully wiped away little by little, and on the ground next to him were two "artifact" daggers that had drunk blood in the battle just now, and they had been carefully packed up. After the battle, the blood flow of the whole body seemed to become lazy, which made Wren feel very lazy and thought about it.

Looking at the indifference and relaxation of his legionnaires in the distance after the battle, accompanied by the twilight sun, the lonely smoke of the desert, and the sunset over the long river, Wren knew that "strength and glory" would belong to his Black Yao Legion, and "blood and thunder" would accompany the future of the Black Yao Legion.

Three months of hard work and thinking have not been in vain, three months of earnestness and hard work have not been in vain, and today my results have finally been verified.

"The future is promising!" Looking into the distance, Wren spat lightly.