readx;?“ Tuga, how were the remains of the warriors arranged? Everything was almost ready, and Wren inquired about the placement of the bodies of the fallen soldiers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the Black Yao Legion can be regarded as completely annihilating the pursuing centaur troops, the Minotaur Legion also paid the price for this, although there are druids and shamans to save and protect them, but dozens of seriously injured Minotaur warriors still sleep forever.

"I, along with several other shamans, have used the power of the elements to preserve the remains of the warriors. They are all warriors who have inherited the glory of their ancestors, and they should be given a solemn funeral.

Although the warriors can be buried here, I am afraid that those savage centaurs will desecrate the remains of the warriors, and we cannot risk that these savage creatures will have the opportunity to disturb the warriors' rest, and their souls should be at peace in the arms of Mother Earth. "Tuga Rune Totem's approach is in line with Wren's thoughts, and he took the corpses of the soldiers and set out on the road together.

In their hometown, thousands of miles away, a grand funeral was held for them, which was mourned and admired by future generations, so that future generations would know that there was once a group of ancestors who fought for the rise of the race and paid for it with their lives.

"Then arrange it so, and let the wind guide our path." Wren beat his chest a little heavily, remembering his comrade-in-arms who would sleep forever.

"Mother Earth will protect us." Tuga Rune Totem, solemnly bowed in return, and returned to the other shamans to explain the arrangements.

"You come with me, white-skinned little one." Wren nodded to the white-skinned minotaur casting the Fountain of Healing Totem on the battlefield and motioned for him to follow. The young shaman followed behind him somewhat awkwardly, and walked a short distance away from the campfire.

"Don't be nervous, tell me your name, Shaman, and we'll talk casually." Wren saw the somewhat nervous minotaur in front of him and spoke. "Sit down and say, you're the one casting the Healing Fountain Totem on the battlefield, right? What tribe are you from? Wren kicked the big rock next to his leg and sat on it.

"I, my name is Kod Rune Totem, I can, I can fight with the Legion Leader, I, I'm honored!" The little shy and cramped Minotaur Xiao Zhengtai looked at Wren adoringly and said with a short breath.

Looking at the little masata-shaman standing in front of him, his eyes were full of stars. Wren felt his vanity satisfied. After 5 years of island life, 5 years of painstaking planning, and more than half a year of hard training, I finally took a solid step in the world of Azeroth, and I also had my own admirers among the minotaurs.

"Who did you learn your shamanic skills from? Who are Hamuel Rune Totem and Tuga Rune Totem? Wren asked a little curiously.

Wren has deepened the image of the rune totem family in his heart, not to mention the ancestors of this clan, in the younger generation, there are Hamuel Rune Totem, Tuga Rune Totem and Cod Rune Totem in front of him, and the three young people are all proud of the sky.

Wren clearly knew that the Fountain of Healing Totem was a fourth-order professional skill of a shaman, and through the inspection of the "Reconnaissance Technique", he knew that the white-skinned shaman priest in front of him was only level 13, that is, a little more than the first order, and he actually comprehended the high-level skill of the shaman priest at this stage, and his talent was too demonic.

"I, I studied with the Earth Guardian Lord Della Shimafeng on the East Sea Island, and finally awakened the shaman profession, and here, I awakened my skills in the Ancestral Hall, Hamuel Rune Totem and Tuga Rune Totem are my cousins!" Xiao Zhengtai thought about it and replied.

"Your Rune Totem Family, is there anyone else your age?" Seeing the talents and abilities of the three brothers, Wren wondered how many people there were in the Rune Family today, and he was afraid that he would make jokes in the days to come because he didn't have enough information himself.

"Uh, uh, I also have a sister, a cousin, named Mora Rune Totem and Bashana Rune Totem." Xiao Zhengtai looked at Wren with a little curiosity, wondering if the legion commander in front of him was interested in his sisters.

"Damn! Sure enough, there are still people! Wren thought to himself.

"What kind of profession are they?" Wren asked.

"A hunter, a druid apprentice on the island of the East Sea." Feeling that the Legion Commander really wants to be interested in his sister, Cord Rune Totem speaks a lot, so hurry up and introduce Wren. "One is 16 years old, one is 15 years old!"

"Alright, alright, I got it... Suddenly found that the Kod Rune Totem, who was still shy just now, suddenly became emotionally high when talking about his sister, and had a tendency to speak like Krone Stonehoof's chatter, Wren quickly stopped the Kod Rune Totem from continuing.

"Work hard, Mother Earth will bless you! Just call me Wren, let's go, let's go back, get some rest, and leave here tomorrow." Ren, who satisfied his strange curiosity, was ready to lead Xiao Zhengtai back with satisfaction.

"Brother Wren, we'll be back, right!?" Xiao Zhengtai asked hesitantly in the quiet moonlight of the blue moon.

"We're going to take back the land under our feet, I promise! In the name of Mother Earth! Wren stopped and said firmly. He didn't know that at this moment, in his eyes of Xiao Zhengtai, his image had a momentum like a mountain, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

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It was already dark, but the sky was overcast, and the sun struggled through the clouds to show a little sunlight once in a while.

In front of the terrifying landscape of centaur heads, nearly 500 minotaur troops solemnly lined up in front of the valley.

Dozens of Kodomon, carrying supplies and the corpses of fallen soldiers, were led by a few minotaurs and clawhooves and waited behind the team. Wren was fully dressed, with two "Dragon's Tooth Fathers" stuck behind his back, and strode up the hill surrounded by several captains.

Looking at the awe-inspiring Black Yao Legion in front of him, Wren was a little emotional, this was the result of his 10 years of life in Azeroth, it was the male soldier he created with his own hands, and it was the brush he splashed ink on the historical picture scroll of Azeroth.

"Brothers, look at the mountains around you, look at the land under your feet, this is the barren land of the north! This was the home of our ancestors! But there has been no Shuharu in this land for too long, and today we are here to tell the world that Shuharu, the child of our great Mother Earth, has returned! This land will return to the bosom of our Shuharu in the near future, and it will be the home of our Minotaurs! Tell me, who caused our ancestors to leave their homeland? Wren yelled.