Just when the minotaurs breathed a sigh of relief and got a rare opportunity to recuperate; When the centaurs had no choice but to give up their plans to break through and the whole army was holding on, the last protagonist of the Barrens campaign, the boar man, was belated.

Marching all the way, closing all the way, when the boar people arrived at the battlefield of the Minotaur and the Centaur Horse-saw, they had already pieced together an elite army that had been composed of the two elites of the Razor Swamp Steelmane Clan and the Dead Head Clan, plus the strongholds and villages. The number of people has also increased from the initial 100,000 to 140,000 today.

Along the way, the Boar Man, the tyrant of this barren wasteland, is completely undisguised and unscrupulous. I don't know if it's to show off their strength, along the way of the wild boar army, whether it is the centaur attack and harassment troops, or the thunder lizards at the top of the barren land food chain, they are all swarmed up and completely drowned by them.

Time goes back three days before the army of boars arrived on the battlefield.

At noon, the sun was strong in the barren land, and a few thunder lizards were roaming gracefully in the barren land, which was full of wasteland and Gobi. As creatures at the end of the Barrens' food chain, they are qualified to be so laid-back.

Whether it is the agile and ferocious velociraptor or the fierce and ferocious steppe lions, except for the elite creatures that are rarely seen in those few populations, they cannot pose a threat to them.

In this sparse grove of sturdy trees that store and scattered in the barren land, these big brutes had just dispersed a large group of prairie lions that had entrenched here. At the moment, under the sparse shade of the trees, lazily enjoying the noon calm of the barren land.

A muffled sound like a war drum came from the other side of the horizon, far away, becoming clearer and clearer.

As the muffled sound got closer and closer, the vibrations from the ground became more and more obvious. The thunder lizards that had been lying in the mottled shade before, resting comfortably, stood up one by one, staring at the horizon vigilantly, their huge bodies, moving back and forth restlessly, and letting out a low roar from time to time.

A large group of cavalry, slowly showing their form from the distant horizon, roared and poured in. The galloping brigade of men and horses, in the dry barren wasteland, swept out billowing smoke and dust, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

This is a cavalry of wild boar people with tens of thousands of numbers, and it is the trump card of the wild boar people at the bottom of the box. Just as the Minotaur and the Kodo have lived with each other for countless generations, the descendants of these Agamagans have lived together for generations as the great boars who do not know if they are blood relatives.

And those boarman warriors who are strong enough to be recognized by these huge boars will fight with these extraordinarily tall boars in the days to come, becoming a boar man cavalry and fighting on the battlefield.

It is rumored that these giant boars, dressed in armor and walking like flying, also have the blood of the wild boar demigod Agamagan flowing in their bodies. The boar demigod Agamagan, one of the Ancients, is said to have been one of the first creatures to roam the continent of Azeroth.

His body is surrounded by thorny vines. With years and boundless appetite, his body grew, gaining a supreme amount of flesh, and he used the thorny vines and fangs as his weapons to be invincible in the ancient continent of Azeroth.

In the battle of antiquity 10,000 years ago, in the face of the boundless and tidal wave of Burning Legion demons, although the elves fought hard, fought bloodily, and forgot to die, they were still defeated step by step under the huge disparity in strength, and suffered heavy losses.

In order to defend the beautiful Azeroth from being destroyed by the Burning Legion led by Sargeras, and to crush the mad desire to shatter the fallen Titan Sargeras, the immortal and demigod Cenarius gathered most of the Immortal demigods of Azeroth to help the Night Elves resist the Burning Legion and defend their homeland.

And this huge and powerful boar demigod - Agamagan is also among them, and the other demigods are also bloodied on the battlefield until finally tragically falling.

At the critical moment of the War of the Ancients, Cenarius persuaded Agamagan that if the Burning Legion won, all life in this world would be wiped out, and finally with the support of this powerful force, they fought bravely for the peace of the world of Azeroth.

Joining the fray, Aga Magan attacked the fortress of Azhara and slaughtered thousands of Doom Guards and Demon Guards with the power of the demigods. Cleared the way for the other heroes of Azeroth to gain valuable time.

Agamagan, who has a powerful physical body, relies on his powerful body to rampage through the demons, and no one can stop him. The mighty Agamagan is capable of stomping through the demon's armor with its massive hooves and massive fangs, as well as exhaling corrosive acid at its enemies and unleashing a damaging rain of thorns from its back.

Countless powerful bloodthirsty demons eventually fell at its feet. The battle between Agamagan and the demon lasted for a long time, until he fought the Abyss Lord Manolos, and he was so tired that he reluctantly fell and died on the battlefield defending his homeland.

Although Agamagan eventually fell before the Burning Legion, his contribution was indelible. His sacrifice earned Malfurion, Illidan, Tyrande, and the other heroes time to storm the fortress of Azhara to reach the Well of Eternity. In the Battle of the Ancients, the boar demigod has a strong credit for finally successfully defending against the invasion of the Burning Legion.

Whatever its original purpose for entering the war, this powerful demigod is a well-deserved hero of Azeroth, worthy of reverence for future generations.

The place where Agamagam died was near the Giants' Wilderness in what is now the Barren Lands. The boar people believed that thick thorny vines would grow where the blood of Agamagan was spilled. The spilled blood forms a mineral called Blood Rock, which the Boar People use to gain enhancements in strength, intelligence, agility, natural spells, and more.

It is rumored that the entrance to Razor Heights is now made from the mouth of Agamagan. The Boar People, a descendant of the demigod Agamagan, have now created their own civilization in the vast thorn forest, building two fortified strongholds, Razor Swamp and Razor Heights, in honor of their ancestors and patron saints.

And this elite boar-man cavalry came from the razor-swamp, one of the two major boar-man strongholds.

Nearly 10,000 wild boar cavalry, mixed with a violent momentum, roared and galloped in the barren land without scruples. After a while, he whistled and galloped to the vicinity of those thunder lizards, and surrounded the creatures of these barren wastelands.

The thunder lizards surrounded by a group of wild boar people no longer have the calm and leisurely they used to be, one by one they tensed up, showing their sharp fangs, bowing their heads, roaring angrily, and from time to time there was a blue and faint electric light flashing in the thick unicorn and blood basin mouth, indescribably hideous.

But at this moment, the hideous appearance in the past, combined with the background, looks particularly bleak and pathetic, not so much as deterrence, but bluffing and emboldening himself.

More than 10,000 boar-man warriors with strong physiques and a head taller than their peers, at this moment, riding a giant boar that was also wearing armor and revealing two sharp and hideous fangs, surrounded several thunder lizards in a circle, and could not be seen at a glance.

These wild boar people have elite cavalry, and they are not in a hurry to go forward to besiege, facing these ferocious beasts that usually have to take a detour when they are single. One by one, they raised all kinds of weapons in their hands, held their huge boar heads high, and roared out a chaotic roar from the mouth of the pig that spit out two fangs.

In the chaotic circle of wild boar people, the leader of the wild boar people, who was in the lead just now, jumped off the huge wild boar nearly three yards high under his crotch, and walked forward leisurely. This extraordinarily tall boar man was dressed in fairly fine plate armor and carried two one-handed axes that braved the cold light, and he was dressed as a furious battle. Ignoring a few thunder lizards that were cowering but roaring, they turned around and yelled at their men in the language of the boarmen.

With the roar of the wild boar man leader, five wild boar man warriors dressed in elite clothes jumped out of this elite wild boar man army, clutched the weapons in their hands, and stood beside the wild boar man leader.

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The Ruler Ramtas is the number one commander of the Boar People tribe. As a ninth-order pinnacle berserker, he is powerful, and he is extremely rebellious and confident. With two battle axes in his hands, Ramtas defeated countless clansmen and seniors, and finally made a name for himself among the boar people.

With his strong strength and brutal character, Ramtas, who was reverently called "the master" by his clan, was now full of ambition. After all, anyone who commands an army of more than 9,000 giant boar cavalry will feel proud. As the trump card of the boar people, the personnel selection of the giant boar cavalry has always been very strict.

Only the true elite of the clan will have access to the giant wild boars that have inhabited the boar people for generations. These giant wild boars with powerful impact are not only huge in size, but also amazing in explosive power. Able to charge like a warrior, with the large weight brought by the large physique, and a pair of sharp and strong huge fangs, it is perfect as a weapon of war for charging into battle.

In the wild boar people group, it is the dream of every wild boar warrior to be recognized by these powerful wild boars and become an enviable giant boar cavalry. And now, such a powerful and respected cavalry unit is under his command and obeys his orders. I have to say that this is also a rare honor for Ramtas, the master of the ninth-order warrior.

At this moment, looking at the huge troops under his command, the smug Lord Ramtas suddenly thought with some depression. He ranks second among the boarmen, second only to the heroic Karga Thorn Rib, the old witch. In the patriarchal society of the Boar People, being ridden on the head by a woman is a thing that makes the ruler of Ramtas very annoying.

Juggernaut Ramtath, the unruly and confident boar warrior, has always been proud to believe that only a warrior as strong as himself is the best leader of the boar people, and the best candidate for chieftaincy. How can an old witch like Kargar Thornrib be a qualified leader who only calculates and calculates from the sidelines, looking ahead and looking ahead?

How can these guys, who study what elemental power all day long, open their mouths and close their mouths to their ancestors, can understand the psychology of a powerful warrior like themselves? How can you feel the thrill of slicing a sharp battle axe into the enemy's body?

It's a pity that although women have a low status in the wild boar society, those shamans who have the power of the elements are not among them. And as one of the best, the heroic Karga Thorn Rib is even more prestigious, and no one can compare. It is the biggest obstacle to the power of the entire Boar People who dominate Ramtas.

And while the old witch who despises Kalga Thorn Rib is always calculating and calculating, Ramtas, who has always been proud, is also a little frightened in his heart, and is calculated behind the back of the old woman who has a bad stomach. Although it is said that fear and fear are the main points of Ramtas, he does not want to admit it.

The situation in the barren land was turbulent this time, and the centaurs sent troops one after another, saying that they were chasing the big minotaurs. Originally, the main battle faction led by himself resolutely did not agree to let the elite army of more than 200,000 centaurs enter the barren land in this way.

Not to mention the arrogant and ignorant centaur messengers, the disdainful and unruly lord Ramtas and a group of Boar Men of the main battle faction were not light, and almost slaughtered the centaur heralds who offended the dignity of the boar people on the spot.

Not to mention the grudges that have been formed over the years in the barren land, in order to compete for water and prey, wild boars and centaurs have fought several times.

Just being stationed in the barren land by such an elite army, this sphere of influence that the boar people regard as a back garden, is enough to dominate Ramtas and other main battle factions, and they are resolutely opposed.

It is easy to please God, and it is difficult to send God, and if the elite centaur army of more than 200,000 is stranded in the barren land, it can immediately change the balance of power in the barren land. When the time comes, these marauding centaur mongrels may turn their minds on their boar people again. Obviously, the gains outweigh the losses.

But even so, the old witch of Karga Thornrib, in the name of the oracle, allowed the centaur mongrels to pass through and into the barren land. What else to say about letting the centaurs consume the strength of those stupid big minotaurs that are coming. Pure bullshit!

But the old witch of Kargar Thorn, this old woman who doesn't know how long she has lived, is really much stronger than everyone else, and her prestige in the clan is high, and this idiot's order is still conveyed. The tribes, the strongholds had to shrink their forces so as not to cause disputes.

It's good now, those centaur mongrels have not consumed the strength of the minotaurs, but the village strongholds of the wild boar people have been looted a lot, and how many clansmen have died under the butcher's knife unprepared! See, that's the price of letting them go.

The Lord Ramtas, who had long been eager to take the place of Kargar Thorn's leader, had long been dissatisfied with the old witch, and this time he finally seized the opportunity to attack and instigate his people to take revenge on the centaur mongrel. Eventually, under constant pressure from his clan, the old witch Karga Thorn had to relent, gather the elite of Razor Swamp, and lead the army into battle. and assign yourself to be the commander of the Giant Boar Cavalry, the most powerful force of the Boar People.

Thinking that he had shaved Karga Thorn's ribs, Ramtas, the lord of the old witch's skin, was so excited that he grew a breath of evil that had been suffocating in his chest for a long time. As long as he keeps attacking the prestige of that old woman and improves his strength, the throne of the boar man patriarch will definitely belong to him.

At this moment, the master Ramtas, standing in front of the elite boar cavalry under his command, was full of spirit, constantly recalling the previous scenes. After a moment, laughing heartily, he said to himself in his heart:

"Hmph, with the power of the army, I will improve my strength and reach the hero level, and then I will no longer have to look at the ugly face of your old witch! The patriarchal throne of the future boar people will only belong to me! Belong to me Ramtas! ”

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