…… Chapter 239: The First Meeting of "Not Very Friendly" (2-in-1 6500+)

The road in the muddy swamp is definitely not easy to walk.

Not to mention a big guy like the Battle Kodomon, even the human war horse is struggling to move forward here.

This is one of the reasons why Old Tang would rather passively block the intersection than occupy this place in his sphere of influence. After all, even if the Minotaur were one of the most far-traveled species in Azeroth, I don't think any Minotaur would be willing to trude through such a mud that smells of plant decay compared to the solid ground they have on their feet......

But the good news is that it is not the Minotaur who suffers in the swamp today......

"I said I hated swamps!" A dwarven musketeer with a single-barrel shotgun followed the march of the large army, and at the same time complained to the dwarf engineer next to him with an annoyed face: "The stench of rot, the humid air, oh, the hammer is on it!" And this damn mud, they're not only staining my new robes, they're staining my beard! ”

"Can you stop complaining?" Patting the mortar being carried by the mule and horse, the gnome engineer pushed his one-sided glasses and interrupted the dwarven musketeer's chatter with impatience on his face, "It's better for me to say that your beard is covered in mud than beer!" At least you're still awake! ”

"You've insulted not only my beard, but also my drinking, Little Bean! Do you want to fight? Hearing the gnome's taunt, the dwarven musketeer immediately yelled at his fellow gnome in anger, but in response was the gnome engineer's sharp yelling with nervous panic:

"Crocodile! Turn around and shoot! You idiot! ”

The dwarf's reminder made the dwarven musketeer feel stunned for a moment, but by the time he reacted, it was already a little late, and the large crocodile lurking under the mud had already bitten the dwarf's head with its mouth open, and it seemed that it was too late......

"Huh!"

"Plop"

With a burst of breaking sound, a white light that was indistinguishable to the naked eye flashed, and the big crocodile that was four or five meters long had already fallen to the ground with a painful cry, rolling and swaying. And on his big mouth, a sharp and slender one-handed sword had pierced through the crocodile's upper and lower jaws, nailing the big creature to the ground, and the red blood was gushing out of the wound because of the crocodile's fierce struggle.

Collapsed on the mortar, the dwarf engineer patted his chest in horror and glared at the dwarven musketeer with a pale face, before looking in the direction where the sword was flailing.

A middle-aged man in his forties strode forward, dressed neatly dressed in a well-made silver plate armor on his body, looking as neat as usual, with a look at the board. It's like not being affected by the swamp silt at all. And the faint flickering light on his body revealed his identity - a human paladin!

"Because of your carelessness, my army has almost lost a musketeer with excellent marksmanship, and a mathematician and gunner who is skilled in calculating ballistics!"

The middle-aged paladin strode over to the crocodile that was nailed to the ground, clenched his sword and stabbed it to kill the beast's life. Only then did he pull out his long sword and insert it into the scabbard, and scolded with a stern face.

"I'm sorry, Marshal. We ......"

The rebuke of the Paladin Marshal made the two who knew that they were wronged a little ashamed, and apologized and admitted their mistakes in a voice as thin as a mosquito. was interrupted by a wave of the middle-aged paladin. Turning his gaze at the dwarf engineer, the human marshal asked with a blank face.

"Robert, what's Article 4, Article 2 of the Seventh Legion's Catch-Laws?"

"When marching or carrying out tasks, always be vigilant and do not make noises or noises without reason...... Don't ......." The dwarf engineer lowered his head, his face flushed like a pig's liver.

"Good. Carter, what is Article 11, Article 4 of the Seventh Legion's Catch-Laws? ”

The human marshal moved his gaze to the dwarven musketeer who was bowing his head and did not even dare to breathe, and continued to ask in the same calm tone, while the dwarven musketeer replied with a look of dismay:

"No one is allowed to drink alcohol from twenty-four hours before the mission until the end of the mission......"

"Very good, since you all keep in mind the military rules, you will be punished for both crimes if you know your mistakes and make mistakes. When this mission is over, you will report to the confinement room by yourself. With that, the middle-aged paladin had already turned to chase after his horse, leaving two frustrated gnomes and dwarves staring at each other with a dejected expression.

In the middle of the night, the dwarven musketeer took a dagger from his waist and walked towards the crocodile's corpse, cramping and skinning the big creature in the bewildered eyes of the dwarf engineer.

"What are you doing, drunkard? We should hurry up and keep up with the team! The dwarf engineer Robert Plate Ruler finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and urged inquiringly.

"Right away! I'm going to make myself a crocodile shoe out of this guy's skin! The dwarven musketeer Carter Brute Hammer replied through gritted teeth, "Damn, I hate this swamp more and more!" Now in addition to the stench, sludge, and dampness, add these damn big reptiles! Damn it, aren't they afraid of people? ”

"You should know rotten drunks, they are not afraid of people!" The dwarf engineer recovered from his frustration and continued to taunt with a teasing expression, "A dwarf like you, who smells of alcohol, must be their favorite food on their recipe...... They don't even save on cooking spices! ”

"Shut up, Peewe!"

"What can you do with me, rotten drunkard?"

"Damn, one day I'm going to stab you in the mouth......"

"Before that, you were already drowning in the vat!"

"Bastard you...... The dwarves and gnomes began to whisper again, and the human paladins who returned to their camp returned to the back of their horses with a stern expression. And the female mage beside him, who was holding the staff tightly, frowned slightly and asked:

"Uncle Leoric, how long will it be before we meet up with Christophe?"

"As a leader, you shouldn't show your negative feelings, Gianna." Duke Leorik von Zeldiger, commander of the Seventh Legion and a hero-rank paladin, did not immediately answer the female mage's question, but as an elder, he taught the experience of the way of the emperor. "Also, Gianna, in the army you are to call me a military officer, this is the rule of the army. Only by respecting the rules of the army can you win the love and awe of the soldiers. ”

Hearing Leoric's strict and rigid teaching, Gianna took advantage of the human marshal's inattention to the special little daughter and stuck out her tongue helplessly at her best friend Niya beside her, and then coughed twice in Leoric's stern and helpless and loving eyes, and asked again seriously:

"Well marshal, we have been walking through the swamp for three days. How far is it from the troops at the front? ”

Speaking of business, the commander of the Seventh Legion, Leoric, did not preach, took out his pocket watch from the inner lining of the battle armor and looked at the time, and after a moment of silence, he gave an answer: "After another five hours of marching, we will be able to camp in the camp of the front-line troops after nightfall." ”

With that, the human marshal tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and seemed to look out at the front line through the sparse trees and dim sky......

"Minotaurs? I hope you are like the legend...... Strong and peaceful...... Now is really not a good time to start a dispute again......" As Leorik muttered in his heart, Theramore's reinforcements, the elite five brigades of the Seventh Legion were trudging through the swamp to rush to the front line of the conflict.

However, the situation may not develop as the marshal expects...... The night fades and the sun rises.

The creatures of the Barren Lands have taken advantage of this rare good time of the day to step out of their nests and settlements, and run for joy, play around, patrol their territory, and, of course, forage for the indispensable food.

In the barren land, even the morning sun is still blazing like fire, far less warm and warm than the Mogaure grassland.

But no one in the cavalry units that were speeding in this vast land cared about this.

Day and night.

This is a necessary means of getting around the desert and wilderness areas.

Otherwise, under the blazing sun, regardless of the blind forced march, skin burns, dizziness and heat stroke are secondary, dehydration will be the biggest punishment waiting for you! Especially in a dry area like a barren land, where the value of water is comparable to that of gold, if a dehydrated person cannot replenish water in time, even the hardest sweat will definitely not last a day, and he will not see the sun the next day......

In order to survive in nature, we must learn to obey and adapt to the rules set by nature, rather than trying to disobey and violate these rules, otherwise we are asking for hardship. Of course, this is also one of the philosophies of the Minotaur who are deeply influenced by the Druid's way of nature.

The more than 5,000 Kodo beast cavalry under the command of Old Tang and the more than 2,000 wolf cavalry of the War Song Clan led by Hell Roar have been galloping at high speed day and night for four nights and three days.

Because of the urgency of the gaffe or because Old Tang was worried about Serena's injury, the cavalry troops of the two clans only rested for a short time at noon, the two most intense hours of the sun, and spent the rest of the time at full speed to the terror totem outpost.

The Minotaur warriors, who were born with excellent endurance and adapted to the harsh environment of the barren land in such a hot and arid environment, are good to say. Among the perverted training plans formulated by Old Tang for the Dragon Wrestling Legion, there are many items of high-intensity and rapid marching under the scorching sun, and it is not surprising that the Kodo Beast Cavalry who followed Old Tang to fight east and west. However, the wolf knights who also gritted their teeth and held on, and followed the Kodo beast cavalry troops to the death, had bitter words.

Maybe in terms of combat effectiveness and combat experience, the warriors of the War Song Clan are on par with the elite brought out by Lao Tang, but the basic element of endurance can not be trained by fighting alone. An intelligent life like the Minotaur with infinite endurance, Azeroth is the only one with no other semicolon.

And that's not even the worst.

Orc warriors may be a bit irritable, but they also have a strong will. A little tiredness gritted his teeth and he got through, but the gap in the mount was not something that could be made up.

The wolf sprints with first-class explosiveness and hand-to-hand combat ability. But long distances, long distances are not what these orcs are good at in the first place. In this respect, the Orc Wolf is slightly inferior to the human war horse, let alone the arrogant Combat Kodomon in this regard......

In order to accommodate and take care of these wolves, Lao Tang did not dare to gallop as recklessly as when he marched alone, and maintained a high-intensity marching state. As a result, the cavalry unit was stunned and took more than expected a night before finally rushing to the target area.

Fortunately, after crossing the red soil wasteland of "Durotal", crossing the tumbling and roaring Angry Water River, and trekking through the scorching Gobi steppe in the barren land, the cavalry led by Old Tang and Hell Roar finally arrived at their destination. Swiftly swept past a swarm of thunder lizards that were on guard and looking at the troops, and the terrifying totem sentry guarding the path out of the dust swamp was already close at hand.

It's just that the atmosphere in front of this Minotaur frontier outpost is a little tense at this time!

Old Don's piercing gaze could easily spot that in front of the giant wooden fence of the outpost, a large banner of the alliance depicting a lion was hunting in the wind. A large group of well-armoured and imposing Alliance troops were surrounding the Terror Totem Outpost from three sides, confronting the Legion officers and soldiers in the barracks...... It seems that another conflict will erupt at any moment!

"Grom."

Old Tang turned his head and shouted to the orc god of war who saw that the human beings were preparing to lead the charge, and instructed in a stern tone: "Be sure to stay calm first, don't act rashly, leave it to me to deal with, don't forget Sal's entrustment, we have more important things to figure out than fighting!" ”

"Huh? Good, you're ......" Hell roared and paused impatiently, looking at Don suspiciously. When he saw Old Tang Yan's face, he hesitated and nodded: "Okay, I know!" Listen to you, let's figure out the origin of these powders first. ”

Hearing Hell's roaring reply, Old Tang's heart secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Lao Tang came with anger this time, he didn't mean to make things bigger. Others don't know the heels of those alliances in the Dust Swamp, wouldn't Old Tang still know? Gianna, Theramore, Seventh Legion...... This is an ally in the future against the Burning Legion.

At this time period, shopping with this alliance, unless Old Tang's brain suddenly convulsed, he would have such thoughts.

Old Tang came this time, in addition to worrying about his woman's injury, in fact, it was just to show Theramore the strength of the Minotaur and announce the fact: Central Kalimdor is the territory of the Minotaur, and if you want to spread wild here, you are not qualified yet! If you want to survive and cultivate in this land, you must abide by the rules here!

The rules set by Don!

Otherwise, don't blame you for giving the Minotaur a chance to slaughter you!

Now the old Tang has tried his best to unite all the forces that can fight against the Burning Legion, and the expansion of the conflict will not do any good except to export evil spirits!

As for how to vent the anger in Old Tang's chest...... Enough to kill a few thorns!

With such a thought, Old Tang naturally hoped that he could resolve this dispute without using force, at least without using the soldiers of the legion to turn the situation into a large-scale battle, and export his evil anger.

That's the best!

Fortunately, although the temper of this orc god of war is not good, it is much stronger than his reckless son who is full of muscles, and he is not confused at the critical moment!

As an orc god of war, Grom * Hell Roar, who has never tasted defeat on the battlefield, can have today's position of strength, and naturally he will not be a reckless man who ignores it as soon as his mind is hot. Judging from his respect for the two Grand Chiefs of Thrall and the Hammer of Destruction, and his expression of the final battle in the Demon Slayer Canyon, Hell Roar is still a wise man who can prioritize and listen to advice at a critical moment.

As one of the greatest leaders of the Orcs, the reason why Hellroar gives many people the impression of arrogance and disobedience is only because the vast majority of counselors simply do not carry enough weight in his eyes. is like Guan Yu in the Three Kingdoms, who is a little arrogant, but he can truly respect those who are really talented and weighty.

You don't see, when Zhuge Liang is suppressing and pointing on the side, Guan Yu is a peerless tiger general with wisdom and bravery, and it is not until Zhuge Liang enters Sichuan that Guan Er Ye will defeat Maicheng.

Why?

Because when Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang were not around, there was no one around Guan Erye who had the weight to subdue him......

And in Lao Tang's opinion, hell roar and Guan Yu are so similar.

Liu Bei's words, Guan Yuyan obeyed; The order of the hammer of destruction of Miè, and the roar of hell will also carry out it with all its strength without reservation. Zhuge Liang's prestige in the Shu group was enough to subdue the rebellious second master, and Sal also gained the true respect of the hell roar......

Others are not enough to give orders in the face of the roar of hell, but as an important ally of the orcs, Lao Tang, with the friendship he established with several orc bosses when he destroyed the orc shelter, is barely qualified. What's more, there is also Sal's entrustment in front......

After getting rid of the hidden danger that the hell roar might burst out, Lao Tang waved his hand, and the cavalry troops instantly raised their speed to the highest speed, and charged towards the terrifying totem sentry not far away.

……

"Minotaur warriors, please call your chief out." The commander of the Seventh Legion, Duke Leorik von Zeldiger, dressed in fine armor, strode out of the military formation and stood still in front of the fence of the outpost, and said in a calm voice: "We have no ill intentions, the previous conflict was just a misunderstanding, I think we should communicate well." ”

Akaria* Terror Totem also strode out, ripped off the bandage that wrapped his arm around his neck, and the "tonnage" of an eighth-order warrior looked at the heroic master on the opposite side and responded without humility or arrogance: "Paladin, your soldiers took the lead in attacking my outpost, and your mage also wounded our shaman." ”

Tonnage pointed to the slightly pale Harpy Little Nizi Serena * Blood Feather on the side, and said aloud word by word: "I don't think there is any misunderstanding in this!" ”

Hearing Tonnage's tough tone come back, Marshal Leorik smiled bitterly imperceptibly. Shamans, no need to guess, know that they must be important people of the other party's high status, although there are some doubts about why a high elf is a minotaur shaman, but now is not the time to dwell on these. In the end, it was the reconnaissance troops who asked for help who moved first, and they were the first to lose.

Since he doesn't want to start another dispute and settle it by force, all he can do now is to explain the whole story as clearly as possible and obtain the understanding of the other party, so as not to provoke a strong enemy for the newly built Theramore.

Marshal Leorik had already carefully observed the Minotaur border guards on the opposite side, and their strength was unexpectedly strong. Every Minotaur soldier has a strength no less than the Seventh Order, which is already on a par with the most elite heavy knights of the Seventh Legion. And the duke would not think that the more than 2,000 people on the opposite side were all the main forces of the Minotaurs. Let's not talk about how much it will cost to eat this border guard, and the revenge of the bull head alone is not something that the newly built Theramore can withstand......

Thinking of the scene of the minotaurs charging Seramo in a rage all over the mountains, even the heroic paladin Duke Leorik couldn't help but tingle his spine.

After a moment of speech, the Duke looked up at the burly, tall, oppressive body of the "tonnage" and explained again:

"Minotaur warriors, we have no intention of clashing with your men. We just want to get out of this swamp and explore this ancient and mysterious continent...... The previous conflict was just a misunderstanding, and I hope you can make it easy for us to send a team over. ”

Although for a heroic powerhouse and the commander of a powerful legion, Duke Leorrick's words were already a soft-spoken apology in disguise, but the Akaria* Terror Totem, who was given the death order by Old Tang, was still not in the middle of the salt.

"This can't be, paladin!" Tonnage shook his head and flatly refused, although it touched his wound again, "I have been ordered by the Grand Overseer to lead a team to garrison this place, and the order I have received is to prohibit anyone, any force from entering or leaving the two places. It's 'any'! ”

Old Tang's prestige among the minotaurs, especially among the younger generation, needs no elaboration. How could the "tonnage" entrusted by Lao Tang with a heavy task disobey Lao Tang's orders?

"What's more, your people also attacked and hit our comrades! You've been put on our undesirable list! Tonnage's eyes were fixed on the human warrior and the other human mage standing beside Duke Leorik, and he added in an unkind tone.

"Arrogant minotaurs, don't get an inch!" The human warriors who were hairy in their hearts who were seen by the tonnage could no longer bear the evil words when they heard the tonnage's answer!

"Bang!"

"Shut up, Captain Dyson!"

A burst of gunfire rang out at the same time as Duke Leoric's angry rebuke.

"Hubris? Give an inch and take a mile? ”

A muffled, thunderous shout rang out from the back of the Minotaur and spread throughout the area. At the same time, a fierce and powerful momentum full of oppression rose into the sky, rushing straight to the alliance's military formation. Duke Leorick, who knew that it was not good from the moment Lieutenant Dyson spoke, was instantly alert when he heard the gunshot, and he clearly felt the majestic anger in this powerful momentum! The whole person had been adjusted to the best state in an instant, and his sharp eyes were firmly staring at the back of the Minotaur team.

Hearing these two sentences, accompanied by a fierce and angry question, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion looked grim, while the Minotaur warriors looked back with joy on their faces.

"Boss!"

"Patriarch!"

"Grand Overseer...... With a cheer of surprise in worship, the Minotaur army instantly split a passage from the middle. A three-meter-tall, burly and stout, with twin hammers on his back, and a hideous battle armor on his body, stepped out of the crowd. It's just that Leorik found that the high-ranking Minotaur general had a gloomy face and a sneering sneer on the corner of his mouth......

"I have long heard that human beings have always pursued double standards, and they are one set of other races, and now they really live up to their reputation!" The sneering look on the face of the old Tang who came out of the crowd was even stronger, and he mocked disdainfully.

"You set foot on my territory, stormed my sentry for no reason, attacked my brother and wounded my woman, and before I could settle accounts with you, you still dare to come to my territory again with your troops?"

"I wonder who is more arrogant!"

Old Tang's sharp words and angry questioning made the alliance soldiers speechless. And Old Tang's powerful and fierce momentum rose to the peak, and after glancing at several alliance generals including Duke Leorik, Old Tang's face gradually became gloomy, and he asked in a cold tone:

"Why, do you think that the weapons in the hands of our Shuharu warriors will not kill?"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

*JM