At the junction of the Stonetalon Mountains and the Barrens, the peace of the past is long gone.

At the mouth of the canyon at the junction of the mountains and the wasteland, the minotaur and the centaur, the two generations of bitter enemies, have reunited, and a decisive battle related to the survival of the race has officially begun this morning. The warriors of the two clans, who had a deep blood feud, once again faced each other, continuing the unfinished battle between their ancestors and their predecessors.

The overwhelming army of centaurs, shouting chaotic slogans, converged into a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the momentum was extremely huge. Countless centaur elites gathered into a large array, roaring wildly, throwing off their four hooves, and wave after wave of unceasingly impacting the strong defense line set up by the minotaurs at the canyon intersection.

The entire centaur army, just like the monstrous waves swept by the endless sea during the storm, flapped again and again, and the stubborn reef incarnated by the minotaur warriors, even if the previous one was intercepted by the reef into pieces of waves, and the bones were shattered, there was no pause, one after another, and there was a posture of water drops and stones.

The commander of the centaur army, who didn't seem to care about his own casualties at all, didn't arrange his troops carefully, and didn't have any clever strategies, so he commanded the centaur elite under his command in cold blood and brutality, like cannon fodder, charging forward in waves, hitting the head on the defense line of the minotaur warriors, and the bones were gone. As if testing the limits of the Minotaur warriors, this kind of impact without stopping at all is more powerful each time than the previous one.

At the end of the morning, in front of the defensive line laid in advance by Kane and Hamuel, after receiving a reminder from the iron-blooded veteran Javane * Terror Totem, the corpses of nearly 10,000 centaur elites had already been laid.

The stinking blood of the centaurs almost converged into a small lake, dyeing the originally bright yellow wasteland soil of the barren land under their feet as dark red as Stonetalon Mountain. Countless corpses, piled up in front of the formation, at least one person was high, almost blocking the path of the centaur army's impact, slowing their pace.

This blood-soaked and flesh-nourished land may soon become fertile soil, and these "selfless dedication" from centaur hazel may soon become rich nourishment for plants to thrive.

If at this moment, the old Tang, who has always been careful and stingy with his soldiers, is also here, seeing the centaur such tactics, the life has always been tight, and the old Tang who has to be careful with every point of combat effectiveness, will definitely secretly scold the commander on the opposite side for being a loser, and his head was kicked by the fast-paced zebra, so he would be such a waste of commanding troops. Maybe at the same time, Old Tang's heart will also be obscene, when, the Minotaur will also have such a strong capital, with dignified and majestic strength, crush all the enemies to slag.

I have to say that this crude and rudimentary tactic, although it has no aesthetic sense and no command art at all, is completely a copy of the future undead natural disaster, the "Sea of the Dead" combat routine. But in the face of the opponent's huge military power, the overwhelming influx and the centaur elites, fanatical and bloodthirsty, and the onslaught at any cost, even the most brave and fearless Minotaur warriors will hesitate in their minds, and their hearts will be bottomless.

At this moment, on the battlefield, it is this kind of refueling tactics without the slightest technical content that has put great pressure on the Minotaur Great Chieftain, Kane * Bloody Hoof. For the survival of his people, Kane * Bloody Hoof, who worked hard for the survival of his people, sent substitute reserves again and again to replace the Minotaur warriors who fought on the front line to reduce the casualties caused by fatigue.

On the battlefield, on the ground, the fierce and brave Minotaur warriors are not afraid of any challenge that is evenly matched. The Minotaur warriors, known as the "strongest infantry under the stars", will fight to the end without fear even when facing an enemy several times their size. With the weapons in your hands, harvest the lives of the enemy and defend the dignity of the descendants of Mother Earth.

This is the pride of Shuharu, a brave and warlike people who believe that as long as they are on the earth, as long as the difference in numbers is not too great, they are not afraid of any challenge, and no mortal can withstand the wrath of the children of Mother Earth. Even those who are naturally strong and alien must show appropriate respect and fear for this brave and noble nation.

But the population of the Minotaur is too small. Like those races that are inherently strong, the reproduction of races has always been a problem that threatens the prosperity of the entire race. The weakness of sparse population is an unavoidable pain for the Minotaurs.

The other species of Azeroth wouldn't be foolish enough to give up their superiority and use the same force to fight the minotaur men. Dealing with elite but scarce troops, countless cannon fodder troops are always the most effective way to deal with them. If one doesn't work, five can't, five can't, and ten, the strongest warriors will be completely besieged and killed.

As the blood feud of the Minotaur generation, the centaur, the youngest son of Cenarius, the despicable bastard, although the strength of individual soldiers is far inferior to the Minotaur warriors, but the population of the entire race is ten times that of himself. 200,000 elite troops, the number of elite troops that this minotaur can only gather by smashing pots and selling iron, is only a drop in the bucket for centaurs. Even if the whole army is wiped out, it only needs to rest for a period of time, and then it will be re-recruited and restored.

The inferiority of the population has never been equal in military strength in the battles between the two races. Countless generations of ancestors, countless battles, countless martyrs who fought bravely, two fists were invincible with four hands, and they all fell under the butcher's knife besieged by enemies several times their size.

In countless years of fighting with the centaurs, the tenacious and heroic Minotaur has always been at a disadvantage, being suppressed by a huge number of enemies, and even like now, they have to abandon their homeland where they have lived for generations, and go far away to find a way out.

I have to say that the crossing of the old Tang has brought a lot of rare advantages to the minotaur. Under the fanning of the little butterfly of the old Tang, today's minotaurs are not only equipped with sophisticated weapons and armor, but also abandon some of the old routines of the past in terms of tactics and combat methods.

The entire Minotaur tribe has long been adapted to these new ways of warfare under the baptism of continuous war, and the entire army, with diverse arms, tacit cooperation, and excellent equipment, is stronger than any previous era.

Just like on the battlefield now, those soldiers stationed in the defense line are equipped with a thick and hideous armor that looks like the warrior T6 charge suit, although it is only steel, not as good as the genuine version made of hardened fine gold, it has strong defense, but the hardness and defense brought by pure rigid armor are far from being pierced by those not sharp weapons in the hands of centaurs.

The Minotaur warriors, on the other hand, could easily slice through the rough armor of the centaurs, smash their weapons, and then effortlessly slay the miscellaneous.

In addition, the fighting style suitable for the minotaur and the tacit cooperation of multiple arms, although they are on the defensive, the minotaur warriors who can fight against the enemy do not suffer too many casualties. Because of this, the brave and warlike Minotaur troops resisted the mortal enemy centaurs, and the continuous impact of death did not retreat an inch.

What really worries Kane is how long the garrison can hold out under the refueling tactics of the centaurs who are desperate and regardless of losses. Although the minotaur is born with strong endurance, under such a terrifying impact, the loss of body lì is still fast. Such a high-intensity battle made many brave warriors a little uncomfortable and began to pant slightly.

For this reason, Kane had to frequently mobilize reserves to replace the clansmen who were fighting on the front line to reduce losses, restore the body, and ensure endurance.

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At this time, in the rear of the defensive line, in the Minotaur command post built on a small mound, the great chief Kane * Bloodhoof, who had been observing for a long time, decided to personally go to the front line to participate in the battle, and handed over the command task to his friend Hamuel * Rune Totem.

Kane hopes to use his heroic strength to relieve the pressure on his fighting clansmen, and perhaps seize the opportunity to launch a counter-charge to interrupt the momentum of the Centaurs' continuous onslaught. I saw Kane's strong body, turned around suddenly, lifted his beloved totem pole, and was about to run towards the battlefield.

"Kane, what are you going to do? How old are you, and you still want to be on the front line in everything? You're a big chief, so you can't grow a little? A fierce reprimand came, ignoring Kane's identity and prestige, stunned, and sprayed Kane in the face.

The entire Minotaur tribe would talk to Kane Bloodhoof, the big chieftain, probably only Old Tang, the fierce legendary aunt - Magassa * Terror Totem, alone.

In the face of the current dangerous situation related to the survival of the race, this woman, who has been hiding behind the scenes and impatient to see Kane, as one of the only two hero-level powerhouses in the entire race now, naturally will not sit idly by, and at this moment she is sitting with Kane, Hamuel and other high-level officials to guard against the death enemy on the opposite side.

"Sister Magatha, the centaurs' attacks are too fierce and frequent, I just want to step forward and stabilize my position, lead everyone to counterattack once, and interrupt their offensive." Turning around, Kane* Bloodhoof smiled wryly at the Magatha* Terror Totem who was sitting leisurely on the side, explaining his original intentions.

Kane knew that because of some misunderstandings when he was young, this shaman, who was as powerful as himself but did things in an extreme way, had always been very unaccustomed to himself. But as the big chief of the Minotaur, as a man, Kane has always hoped to resolve these contradictions, so that this woman who has also sacrificed a lot for her people can support her own ideas and escort the future of the entire Minotaur.

However, this attempt has had little effect, and it was not until the young junior of Good's Titan Power * Terror Totem rose to prominence and had a good relationship with him, and he was also a teacher and friend, that this stubborn female compatriot began to slowly ease the relationship with himself.

At this time, hearing the reprimand of this powerful and radical woman, who did not care about his face, Kane was not annoyed, but explained with a wry smile.

"Hmph, it's a big person, don't you know how to think about it? You have no scruples when you're a hero? This time, these centaurs were miscellaneous, and they made such a big formation, and they were already fighting each other, and suddenly joined forces, and there was no shadow of Maladon behind them, do you believe it? Thanks to my nephew, he still praises you for being calm, bullshit! ”

"Centaur haggard, put together an elite army of 200,000, there is no hero-level mongrel in charge, is it those Centaur Overseers who can be suppressed? Such a frantic offensive can be an order issued by a small centaur overseer? Move your big head and think about it! ”

"Five centaur Khans, except for the unlucky Jayne Khan who was killed by Good's cubs, there will be at least two or three of the remaining ones, and maybe Wenger and Malaudus, two brutes who have been hiding in Malaton, will also show up! At least one hero-level with a large group of ninth-order peak mongrels, how many can you fight again, how many can you kill? Go out now and spend your body, and when you really want to fight hard, you can count on me to go alone? ”

It was another crackling scolding, and the big woman Magatha, who was used to thinking twice before doing things, to see if there was a conspiracy, had already figured out the reason why the centaur army appeared here to intercept it. As for the mysterious Centaur Sanctuary, Maladon has always been on guard.

Although some people can't get used to Kane's occasional weakness and pedantry, under the subtle influence of the old Tang for many years, Magatha * Terror Totem, the scheming woman who personally concocted the "death of Kane" in later generations, did not hate Kane in this life. In the face of such a difficult situation now, Don's legendary aunt will not watch Kane possibly lead people to death.

Now it seems that in the future, the poisoning assassination incident that shook the stability of the minotaur should not happen again under the continuous improvement of Lao Tang, and the tragedy will not be repeated.

As for the duel between Kane and Garrosh in the future, Don will not be too worried. The two of them are both warriors, as a profession that requires a lot of experience, skill, and strength, these three Kane can stabilize the little hell roar no matter what, even if he is old and has a somewhat regressive body, in the case of having the foundation of the Minotaur's natural and strong endurance, Kane may not be much worse than the little hell roar. A fair duel between the two will never be Kane's Bloodhoof.

Although Mama Magassa is still fierce on her lips, and she doesn't give Kane a good look on her face, the worry and love under the scolding can still be felt by the sperm of the people present. Hamuel Rune Totem, who had never spoken, saw that this woman who had always been stubborn and extreme, and also had the intention of easing the relationship, and also took the initiative to follow Magatha's words and persuade Kane:

"Kane, my friend, Sister Magassa is right, now is not the time for you to go into battle and kill the enemy. Didn't Goode send Bane back to summon us and tell us to hold out for two weeks, waiting for "reinforcements"? This kid has always had a lot of ideas, and he is a master who will not suffer, so we still trust him as we always have. It is undoubtedly much safer to stick to the rescue than to rush and kill. ”

After listening to the rebuke of the strong woman Magassa and the advice of his friend Hamuel, Kane finally gave up his previous thoughts, nodded, returned to the lookout, and continued to observe the situation on the battlefield by himself. And Old Tang's legendary aunt Magatha* Terror Totem, because she "taught" Kane, was in a good mood, hummed and sat back in her seat, returning to her previous leisurely posture.

For a while, the entire command post returned to its previous quiet and orderly state, but everyone in the camp remembered a tall, strong, brave and good figure in their minds. Goode * Titan Power * Terror Totem, how can this always intelligent young man solve the stalemate situation in front of him? How can we repel or even completely wipe out these more than 200,000 centaur elites?

Lao Tang, who has already arranged a plan to marry the blame, can he get his wish? In this battle of the three tribes in the barren land, will the wild boar people be pulled into the water by Old Tang? At this moment, Old Tang, who doesn't know where he is, is also constantly thinking about it.