Chapter 233: The Next Generation

"Don't be afraid! Gamore will protect everyone! ”

Before he could enjoy the refreshing and pleasant air of Mo Gaolei for a long time, the old Tang, who had just stepped out of the portal, was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside by this immature cry......

After a brief moment of consternation, Old Tang quickly turned around and looked in the direction where the voice came from...... No pop-up ads full text TXT download

Outside the fence of the arena for the Dragon Wrestling Legion, a team of adventurers with a complex race of members was sending more than two dozen bound centaur captives and a team of legion guards who were on duty at the gate of the fortress to go through the handover formalities and receive the bounty.

And an escorted centaur suddenly broke free of the rope and tried to escape, and the direction of its escape was the location of the group of minotaur Xiao Lori and Xiao Zhengtai who were curiously watching this scene......

As for the owner of the immature cry, a minotaur who was only twelve or thirteen years old, and now he is bravely opening his arms in front of his friends! It's just that with Old Tang's eyesight, he can clearly see that the little guy's legs may be trembling slightly because of nervousness......

The unexpected farce didn't last long. The centaur that was trying to escape had barely run a few steps before he was dragged to the ground by the neck of a minotaur herder not far away with a noose that had captured the Kodomon, causing no casualties or trouble.

And the group of young and immature little ones looked timidly at the herdsman uncle and the recaptured centaur warrior with admiration and curiosity.

Don wasn't worried about what the centaur could do if he broke free. Not to mention that a group of elite legion guards can easily kill this centaur, even the nearby minotaur civilians are not easy to mess with!

The unique strong body and the martial arts of the Minotaur clan, coupled with the coming-of-age hunting trials that every Minotaur has to carry out, make every Minotaur have no less than the strength of the fifth order when they become adults. A desperate centaur who wants to go wild in Mogaure?

I'm getting tired of living!

After watching this little accident with great interest, Old Tang turned his head and rushed to Nunu, the captain of the guard beside him, and commanded:

"Pointe-Noire, bring that little fellow to me, and by the way, the runaway centaur offal. Well... To live! Also, have someone take that group of adventurers to my study...... Hey, a couple of old friends, I didn't expect them to come to Kalimdor. ”

"Okay, boss!" Hearing Lao Tang's command, Heijiao smiled and responded to Lao Tang's order and strode towards the entrance of the martial arts arena. Old Don turned his attention back to the trades of the adventurers and the Minotaur Guardians.

A small storm suddenly became invisible, and the legionary guards on duty consciously stepped out of half of the minotaur warriors to escort the centaur captives to the underground cells of the fortress. The other half of the minotaur warriors took the magic backpack handed by an adventurer and carefully counted the ...... in the backpack Centaur heads!

This scene has been played out countless times in the last year. After the minotaurs migrated to Mogaolei, Don, who successfully hooked up with the goblin lord of Ratchet City, issued a bounty in the harbor city where adventurers gathered:

As evidenced by the head, the legion fortress paid thirty silver coins for the life of each centaur; Captured Centaurs are purchased alive for one gold per centaur as long as they are fully limbed and not seriously injured, and elite centaurs such as the Centaur Priest and Centaur Warrior are priced at two gold per centaur; And the chiefs of the various centaur clans, as long as the mercenaries and adventurers can provide proof of kill and identification, can get a huge bounty of 1,000 gold coins, and thus become rich overnight!

In just one year, more than 20,000 centaur offals have been killed by adventurers, a new centaur chief has been assassinated, and more than 7,000 centaurs have been taken captive and transported to the Legion fortress in Mogore...... None/pop-up window/advertisement full text TXT download

Needless to say, the benefits of killing centaurs are also of great use to those acquired centaur captives.

These captured dregs will be the first final test for Minotaur recruits after they complete their recruit training. A rookie who has never seen blood, no matter how rigorously he trains, is still just a recruit. Old Tang doesn't mind using the blood of these centaur beasts to help these rookies open meat to increase the most basic combat experience, and learn a good lesson!

Given the sheer size of the centaurs and their staggering rate of reproduction, revenge and slaughter of these savage dregs by the power of the Minotaurs alone is definitely not something that can be accomplished overnight, it is destined to be a long-term project. Therefore, uniting every force that can be won in this big project is an indispensable choice for the Minotaurs.

Maybe there is no market for rhetoric such as racial righteousness and the overall situation of the world among many greedy adventurers and mercenaries, but as long as the Minotaur side can provide enough benefits, many adventurers will not care who is right and who is wrong between the Minotaur and the Centaur at all, and will marry the butcher knife to the neck of the Centaur!

What's more, in Kalimdor, the reputation of the Minotaur and the Centaur is not at all the same, and most adventurers don't mind helping the always friendly and hospitable Minotaur while getting a good pay......

Don's move is tantamount to constructing a direct entanglement of interests between adventurers and centaurs.

Money talks!

A simple scatter of tens of thousands of gold coins is equivalent to helping the Minotaur get a group of extremely efficient helpers in dealing with centaurs!

Although the means are a bit despicable and insidious, as long as it is a means that can combat and weaken the centaur, Old Tang will not have any psychological pressure to exert it! As a traverser, Old Tang does not have the tolerance and gentleness of a true Minotaur character, but is more tough and reciprocated!

In Lao Tang's opinion, there is no need to have any scruples when dealing with these centaurs, and all those scum beasts can be stabbed with all the tricks and bad tricks that can be thought of.

And that bounty order was one of the strategies that Don proposed to fight the centaurs at the high-level meeting of the Minotaurs.

Perhaps this seemingly despicable tactics against any other race or species would have been categorically rejected by a group of benevolent and honest Minotaurs with honor as life, but when the target was changed to a centaur, the proposal was quickly voted out by a unanimous vote!

There is never one need to wonder how deep and rich the bitter hatred between the Minotaur and the Centaur is, it is the boundless hatred that is truly infused with the imprint of blood!

Countless centuries of entanglement and fighting, so that every inch of the desolate land is the heroic souls of the prowler warriors, soaked in the blood of the minotaurs, and buried the bones of the martyrs of Shuharu! In the face of this blood feud, the hatred and hostility between humans and orcs are not worth mentioning at all......

After a while, Black Horn held the centaur in one hand and pulled Gamore back to Don's side with the other, interrupting Don's thoughts.

Taking the centaur chop from the black horn's hand, he looked at him with hatred and fear, and Old Tang "clicked" twice in his hand and crushed the centaur's shoulder, and then lightly kicked on the centaur's front legs. "Click" two crisp sounds, the centaur with resentful eyes suddenly collapsed and knelt on the ground and wailed in pain, his two arms were like rubber tubes that had lost their support, hanging weakly at his sides, and two thick front legs were broken from the middle, revealing two pieces of white bony.

Ignoring the centaur miscellaneous that was paralyzed on the ground, Old Tang looked at the minotaur Xiao Zhengtai in front of him with great interest in his eyes looking at the centaur, with a hint of fear and revenge in his eyes. After a while, he asked in a kind tone:

"What's your name, little one?"

"Gamor, Gamor Thickhoof."

Old Don's eyebrows raised, and he was quite surprised by the little guy's answer.

There are many versions of this "Thousand Deaths a Day" Gamor in his previous life, but most of them are just unreliable fabrications. It is even said that he was a hybrid born to a Night Elf priest and Minotaur warrior after the Battle of the Seamounts, the crystallization of a forbidden love.

However, Old Tang thinks that this remark is pure nonsense. It was only a few years from the end of the Battle of Seamount to the beginning of the World of Warcraft plot...... Whose child can grow this big in a few years? Did he grow up drinking Sanlu and taking hormones in the Celestial Empire?

But now the little guy's answer gave Old Tang a clear answer. The Thickhoof Clan is also a large tribe within the Minotaur Clan. Although it can't be compared with big clans like the Bloodhoof Tribe and the Terror Totem Tribe, it can be regarded as an old tribe of Shuharu. It's a pity that before the minotaur migration, the village of the Thick Hoof Clan was raided by a large group of centaur raiders, and after the old and weak of the clan were broken, almost all the young and strong of the entire clan were killed, and the Thick Hoof Clan also declined.

And the troops who rescued the Hough tribe were led by Old Tang, and he really didn't expect the "famous" Gammor to be among them. But none of that matters anymore. Now that Gammor has been met by himself, he will definitely not let him be as depressed as he was in the game in his previous life.

Touching the little guy's head, Old Tang hesitated and asked:

"What about your parents?"

"Mom, Dad, they were all killed by the centaurs......" Hearing Old Tang's inquiry, Gammour's eyes filled with tears and he stared at the centaurs who were still slumped on the ground and screaming. His eyes have changed from the blankness just now to the sadness he is now, but the stubborn hatred has not changed.

Although he had already guessed the truth, when the little guy said it himself, the anger in Old Tang's chest still couldn't help but boil. Barely suppressing the desire to slaughter the centaur scum next to him with his own hands, Old Tang squatted down and stared into Garmor's eyes, and said:

"I'm Good's Titan Power Terror Totem, you've probably heard of me, right?"

"Hmm!" The little guy nodded vigorously, looked at Old Tang with a look of admiration, and said happily: "I know my uncle, you hugged me at the beginning!" I... I still remember the brute horn! ”

After that, the little guy also stretched out his hand and pointed to the horn who was dozing off on the side, and his face was excited.

Old Tang really didn't remember that there was this one at the beginning, but after a short period of stunned, Old Tang took a metal javelin from behind him with a solemn face, handed it to Gamor, who was at a loss, and asked in a stern tone:

"Hate centaurs? Do you want to learn from your uncle and become a strong and brave warrior like your parents to protect your friends and people? ”

Holding the heavy metal javelin in both hands, in the awe-inspiring question of Old Tang's tone, Gamore hated the Centaur who was howling not far in front of him, and nodded vigorously. The emotions and demeanor have gradually changed from the initial blank and nervous to firm.

Seeing the little guy's answer, Old Tang stood up with a slight head of satisfaction and came to the body of the centaur who had been mutilated by himself, and carved a blood-stained cross mark on the centaur captive's heart with a death knife, and commanded Gamor unquestionably:

"See this mark, Gamor? Hold on to the javelin I gave you and plunge it with all your strength! ”

"Kill him and avenge your parents!"

The little guy was just twelve or thirteen years old, and his height was just one meter six, and the javelin that Old Tang gave him was also one meter five long. Holding the metal javelin that was about the same height as himself, the little guy's body was trembling slightly, but his eyes were gradually changing, from cruising panic to the final hatred firmness!

"Yikes!" A still immature roar sounded in the arena, and the little guy strode forward with all his strength, stabbing the heavy javelin into the cross mark on the centaur's chest! The little creature in the madness soared in strength, and the metal javelin pierced the body of the frantically struggling centaur, and the large, sharp spear head burst out of the centaur's back with a string of blood.

The centaur offal, who was regarded as a "sacrifice", looked at the minotaur child in front of him in disbelief and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the body of "Bang" fell to the ground, his eyes were dilated, and his life was gone. And the little guy with a crazy and hideous face still clenched the javelin, and poured his strength to continue to poke the gun inside, as if he had lost his mind, until Old Tang patted him on the shoulder and signaled him to stop......

Confusion, fear, relief, joy, loss...... Looking at Little Gammour's complicated expression, Old Tang once again squatted in front of him and taught earnestly:

"Remember, you are avenging your parents, protecting your fellow citizens and partners, and protecting our homeland! Don't feel overwhelmed, a good warrior should never feel guilty and panic about killing an enemy! ”

"You can honor those worthy of respect and give them a glorious and dignified death, but you must not hesitate or pity in your heart, otherwise it will be you who will die!"

"Gamor, from today you have to be a man, a real warrior! Anyone who wants to hurt the Shuharu, any force that tries to break our good life, is our enemy, and we need to fight with all our might, even at the cost of our lives! ”

"Victory or death! It's that simple! ”

Looking at the little guy who came out of the dazed killing for the first time, with an expression full of understanding and not understanding, Lao Tang cracked the corners of his mouth and showed a bright smile, without any guilt of instigating a child to kill and fight.

The flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

Blood debts can only be paid with the lives of the enemy, and shame can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy!

Azeroth is not a utopia, and every minute and every second of this world is a life that dies in a fight. If you want to live longer than the enemy in this world, you can only learn to be more ruthless than the enemy!

There are no thousands of horses in the courtyard, and there are no 10,000-year-old pines in the flower garden!

This is an eternal truth!

Pulling out the javelin on the corpse, Old Tang rubbed Gamore's blood-stained head, and said in a warm voice:

"Now go home and get a good night's sleep!"

"Starting tomorrow, start practicing the way of warriors with me!"

*JM