After more than four hours of bloody fighting, the sun had moved from the sky to the western peaks, sowing the last bits of light and heat before nightfall. The afterglow of the setting sun seems to be stained red by the blood all over the ground, staining everything in the desolate place with a layer of blood, making this land struggling with plunder and destruction more and more desolate. The small plain in front of the valley was littered with severed arms and broken flesh of centaurs. The breeze that was supposed to be refreshing carried a strong smell of blood, which was pungent and disgusting. The pursuit was fought by the centaurs, which ended with the centaur army leaving behind more than 6,000 mutilated corpses. More than 8,000 centaur troops, mainly centaur forerunners, with centaur wizards, centaur archers, and centaur warriors, were slaughtered after the centaur overseers and centaur prophets were killed, and only more than 1,000 people took advantage of the chaos to escape for their lives and left in a hurry.

The victorious Minotaur broke off the rear troops, and they were habitually cleaning the battlefield in an orderly manner. Druids and shamans are casting spells on wounded warriors to heal and bandage their wounds; The hunters lead their pet companions, patrol the battlefield, pick up and sort out the trophies left by the centaurs on the battlefield, and when they encounter a centaur who has not completely lost their breath, they will draw their short sword and slash it on the head, or let the pet bite off his neck. The blood feud of generations has made these originally peace-loving and generous minotaurs completely let go of pity and sympathy. There is no word for captives in the war between the two tribes, and the clansmen and ancestors who were captured by the centaurs were sacrificed to their bullshit gods by these savage centaurs, and not only lost their lives, but also suffered their souls, and could not return to the arms of Mother Earth.

The soldiers cut off the heads of centaurs one by one and piled them up at the intersection of the valley, plus the accumulation of the previous 6 days, in front of the stone wall on the right side of the valley intersection, a terrifying Beijing temple composed of more than 30,000 centaur heads has been erected. This was the order of the clan's hero, Good, Titan Power, and Terror Totem after the first battle. Although appalling, the blood feud of generations and the prestige of Commander Goode kept the order unopposed. Needless to say, Anak's *Acute Horn* Terror Totem, Commander Good's younger brother, the violent non-mainstream minotaur warrior with a tendency to clap his hands at the time; Not to mention the cruel and cheerful sneer on the cold minotaur hunter of Grudig* Darkcloud, whose seemingly paralyzed ice face appeared; Even the elder shaman, Master Gulda Mane, who had always been peaceful and tolerant, only asked with a faint expression whether it would cause an epidemic, and then turned around to treat the wounded after inserting a totem nearby.

After today's battle, the world's first temple in Azeroth has finally become a scale, and at a glance, all the minotaur warriors of the broken army have a happy expression on their faces, and there is a pleasure called revenge flowing wantonly in their hearts. Only the Minotaur can understand this kind of blood feud with the centaurs! The Minotaurs, a peace-loving and enthusiastic race, will lose all kindness and forgiveness when faced with centaurs, leaving only hatred and anger to manipulate their weapons and fight the centaurs to the end.

At this time, Gude sat on the ground at the mouth of the valley with his back against the illuminated red mountain rock. The mighty body of nearly three meters stretched out safely, holding a large piece of linen and carefully wiping the hideous shield. The dried blood and minced flesh on the shield were carefully wiped away little by little. On the ground beside him lay two giant swords that had been drinking blood from the battle just now, and they had been carefully packed up. After the battle, the blood flow of the whole body seemed to become lazy, which made Goode very lazy and unable to fight spirits. ――――――――――――――――――――――I'm crossing the dividing line~~~――――――――――――――――――-

Goode is not a pure minotaur. Or that he is a traversal more appropriate. In the original world, acquaintances called him Old Tang. Old Don is an obsessive wower, and his favorite character is the minotaur warrior who has accompanied him for almost the entire journey of World of Warcraft. The crossing has to start with this Minotaur Warrior. Old Tang was originally just an ordinary senior student, and he was immediately faced with the problems of graduation, career choice, and employment. In order not to be unemployed as soon as he graduated, he had to cheer up and start attending interviews one after another, preparing for the civil service exam, busy in the dark, degenerate college four years, this is the first time to get up early and be greedy. For this reason, he had to reluctantly and completely give up the World of Warcraft, which was already getting less and less. Before leaving, Lao Tang decided to put on those classic looks for the Warrior on the line, and took screenshots as a souvenir. Just this time on the line, Lao Tang caught the last train to cross the tide and lost consciousness in a burst of electric light.

After sobering up again, Old Tang found that he had become a minotaur warrior. Dressed in bandages, he lay in a tent made of animal skins, surrounded by several similarly injured minotaurs. Under the linen bandage on his body, there was red blood. When Old Tang's still somewhat confused head was completely sobered up, he found out the fact that he had crossed, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. When he found the obvious "nostalgic version of the Big Mac Backpack" magic space bag in his belt and his own treasures for many years, this item immediately looked up and wanted to take it out and try it immediately. But when it was determined that his name in this world was Good* Terror Totem, and he was in the Terror Totem, the Minotaur tribe of the villain of the World of Warcraft in the later generations, this thing was completely messed up in the wind

From the confusion of the future goal at the beginning to the firmness now; From the nervousness and jerkiness of the first battle to the ease of the battle now; From the "outsider" who still had compassion for centaurs at the beginning to the ruthless Minotaur warriors on the battlefield today; From the beginning of the delusional settlement of the dispute between the two clans, to now personally ordered the head of the head to build a Jingguan; From the casual lack of storage at the beginning, I feel that now I have taken the initiative to integrate into this world, and in the five years that I have grown into the Minotaur hero Lao Tang has traveled to Azeroth, and has been slowly changed and integrated by this world.

Seen centaur raiders, plundering and slaughtering defenseless minotaur villages; I met the Minotaur Aunt who lived in the tent next door and always helped him sew and mend his clothes, and was scorched by the lightning arrows of the centaur prophet in order to rescue a few minotaur children in the chaotic battle; In order to avenge his parents, he picked up the hammer of the fallen soldier, rushed to the enemy, and died with the enemy with his immature body; I have seen many old elders, once again straighten up their already rickety backs, and pick up sealed weapons, just hoping to use their lives to buy time for the women and children of the tribe to retreat; I have seen the little Minotaur who has lost his parents and his home, and his eyes are full of tears and helplessness; I have also seen countless minotaur warriors who have killed their relatives for the sake of burning their homes, fearlessly rushing to the centaur army several times their own time again and again, and dying on the battlefield

After seeing too much and experiencing too much, Old Tang found that his originally confused heart slowly became firm, and he agreed with the doubts in front of him a little bit. Firmness, identification, and a sense of responsibility allowed Don to fully integrate into the real world of Azeroth as a Good* Terror Totem, and he began to actively campaign to reduce the sacrifice of the Minotaurs in this racial war that cost the Minotaurs so much loss.

He actively united all the Minotaur tribes to advance and retreat; began to fight with the strength of a minotaur warrior for the future of the minotaur; He used the great strength of Peiran to fight a fierce battle, became one of the heroes of the Minotaurs, and won the praise of "Titan Power"; Assemble most of the minotaur blacksmiths and forge weapons and equipment for the use of the minotaur warriors according to the various equipment they carry through as samples to improve the combat effectiveness and survivability of the warriors; Gather the elites of each tribe to form elite troops, raid the centaur tribes everywhere, maximize the destruction of the centaur army, and hinder their pace of war; Using the advantages of a large amount of information from various channels in his previous life, he explored the fighting methods and tactical modes suitable for the minotaurs in one battle after another, and gradually grew into a battlefield commander who could take charge of himself Under the suppression of the huge number of centaurs, even if the Shuharu warriors have superior combat effectiveness, they are still invincible with two fists and four hands. All the Minotaur tribes finally sadly decided to leave their homeland where they had lived for generations, to migrate outwards in search of a new and stable home, and elected the wise Bloodhoof clan chief Kane * Bloodhoof as the Great Chief of the Minotaur to lead all the Minotaurs in their search for a home and future for the race.

After the migration began, Old Tang volunteered to take on the arduous task of breaking off the burden for the migrating people. After 5 years of life and 5 years of combat career, the Minotaur troops led by Lao Tang have experienced hundreds of battles, all of them have grown into the elite of the elite, and under the guidance of reasonable tactics suitable for the Minotaur, they can exert their combat effectiveness with one as ten. With more than 2,000 Tier 6 warriors with an average strength, Shuharu is not afraid of any challenge. But even so, as a broken rear force, in the face of the continuous influx of pursuing troops like a tide of crazy enemies for several days, more than 200 determined and brave Minotaur warriors still fell. Now, the last day of perseverance is coming to an end, and the exhaustion from the soul quickly spreads throughout Old Tang's body. He has grown into a terrifying totem of Good's *Titan Power*Terror that has grown into an amazing, tireless, and 7th-order combat power, but now he just wants to lazily enjoy this rare moment of tranquility. The phased battle has ended, and the Minotaurs, who had suffered heavy losses and sharply reduced numbers in the history of Warcraft, this time safely evacuated the desolate land full of blood and battles at a slight cost under the instigation of the little butterfly wings of Old Tang, a land shrouded in unforgettable blood feuds between the two races.

Wrapped in a sense of accomplishment, Goode no longer tenses his nerves for the battle that may occur at any time; No more worrying about the future of the Minotaur race. After fighting and fighting in the bleak land for 5 years, the old Tang who has been planning for the future of the race for 5 years, just wants to relax and sleep and have a good dream at this moment.

In the dream, there is not only the magnificent and magical continent of Azeroth, but also the haunting hometown ~~