The scorching sun of the barren land is slowly moving towards the mountains to the west, trying to sow the last light and heat before nightfall. It was almost dusk, and everything in the wasteland was filled with orange-yellow sunlight, gilded with a soft glow, and it looked like a kind of lazy warmth.

And on the battlefield of the final battle between the three clans at the junction of Stonetalon Mountain and the Barren Land, looking up at it was indeed another bloody scene.

This burial place of the 200,000 centaur army, this place where the wild and ferocious centaur mongrel army was wiped out, at this moment, it was extremely terrifying. The ground was littered with the bones of centaurs and boars, and the severed arms and stumps were scattered all over the ground. The dark red viscous plasma, which pooled into a thick layer of blood on the battlefield, was half the height of the sole of a foot, staining the wasteland pulp a dull blood red.

The smell of bloody blood was disgusting, so that the strong men of the minotaurs who were in charge of cleaning the battlefield had to make simple masks out of thick linen, wrap their noses and open their mouths to breathe. A group of brave scavenging birds flew into a dead battlefield like that, constantly pecking at dead corpses all over the ground. One by one, they were not afraid of people, and when they encountered the strong men of the minotaurs who came to harvest the heads, they did not panic, and they paced and jumped to the corpses on the side to continue eating.

The irritated boar man old witch Karga * stinged ribs, full of the "arrogant" face and bitter mockery of Old Tang and others. I held my breath, but I had nowhere to vent. Fearing that the Minotaur would change her mind, she would swallow the remaining 50,000 or 60,000 boar people with the aftermath of the victory, and she had to give an order to quickly assemble and withdraw from the battlefield.

The remaining elite of the wild boar people, even the corpses of the dead of their own clan did not have time to bury them, so they hurriedly gathered the remnants of the army and retreated along the path from which they came. The whole team has long since lost the arrogance and domineering when it first came, and one by one it is like a frosted eggplant like a great enemy, and it is despondent and accelerates the march away. As for the idea of showing off force, the numb boar's head was stiff, and there was no trace of "victor's" joy at all.

Now, only the Minotaur Strongmen are left on this battlefield, the only protagonists. Different from the wild boar people who lost their souls and were numb to wolves, the minotaur fierce men who had also just experienced a fierce battle were full of excitement and excitement on their faces at this moment!

This is a grand performance jointly presented by the centaur, wild boar people, and minotaur tribes. This three-clan battle fought in the barren land, and the three sides dispatched a record-breaking army of more than 400,000 troops, which can be called an epic battle of Kalimdor. In this huge battle for future living space and dominance of the barren land, in the end, the carefully planned Minotaur had the last laugh and became the only real winner.

In this huge battle, the Minotaur not only stabbed the enemy, but also wiped out the entire army of centaur mongrels, and avenged the blood revenge of being forced to evacuate their homeland. What is even more rare is that because of the calculation of the wild boar people on the front line of the battle, the loss of the elite army of the Minotaur is slight, and the combat effectiveness is basically undamaged, which can be called a brilliant victory.

As the true winners of this battle, the Minotaurs are entitled to excitement and pride. In the next few years, there will be no more forces in the barren land that can threaten the development of the Minotaurs.

With nearly 300,000 corpses of boars and centaurs combined, it was definitely a big project to clean up. As soon as the battle ended, Lao Tang led everyone to accept this big project.

"Anak, lead the brothers to cut off the severed heads of the centaurs, and today I will use the heads of these mongrels to sacrifice the souls of my ancestors!"

"Grudig, pick some careful people, collect the materials on the battlefield, as long as the weapons and armor are metal, don't let go, the construction of a new home These materials will come in handy."

"Jon, Cole, lead the druids and the shamans, and clean up all the corpses for me, and make sure that there is no hidden danger of a plague outbreak!"

"Captain Jaywan, please escort the old man to the rear to recuperate, and by the way, let Aunt Magassa take a good look at the old man's injuries, don't leave hidden dangers."

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One order after another was conveyed, and the violent cow Anak and the paralyzed man Grudiger and others received their orders separately and began to arrange their own tasks, and the battlefield that had just calmed down was a busy scene.

At this moment, Kane* Bloodhoof and Magatha* Terror Totem have returned to the defense line with their team, and they have begun to plan for the next last part of the migration route. There are only more than 20,000 strong men left on the battlefield to clean up the battlefield.

The burly and sturdy minotaur warriors wandered among the dead bodies everywhere, slicing the necks of the centaur haggard and hanging the ugly head of the centaur haggard around their waists;

A group of minotaur hunters led by the paralyzed man began to carefully collect metal "trophies" such as weapons and armor, and from time to time hunters took out the daggers on their waists and stabbed them on the heads of those centaurs and wild boar soldiers who had not yet breathed, ending their aggressive and wild lives;

Jon Stareye and Shotitaker, leading a large group of druids and shamans, stand on a battlefield full of corpses. The light of purification and purification and corrosion flickered continuously, and the shaman's purification totem would be erected every dozen meters, constantly dispelling possible diseases. Several highly respected and skilled shamans, led by Jon Stareye, gathered in a circle and sang the soul song passed down from the old age of the Minotaur in a deep but loud voice, trying to dispel the unwillingness and resentment of the souls of those who had fallen to dust.

The enormous undertaking lasted from near dusk until noon the next day. The entire battlefield was finally cleaned by the strong men. The corpses of those wild boar people, Lao Tang was still very kind and led people to gather them one by one and burned them clean. After all, it can be regarded as a "friendly army", and they can't be used as cannon fodder, and they have to abandon the corpse in the wilderness and be eaten by hyenas, scavengers, and other creatures.

As for the remnants of the 200,000 centaur army, naturally there is no such treatment. The blood feud between generations has long been unforgettable, and the old Tang and the strong men of the minotaur do not have the leisure to collect the corpses of these miscellaneous people. Being devoured by wild beasts, or slowly decaying into nutrients for the earth, is their best destination. This land is sure to be fertile ground for years to come. The scavengers in the barren land will not lack food during this time, and it is certain that they will be fat and strong.

After a busy night, a Jingguan made of ugly heads of nearly 200,000 centaurs stood on the battlefield with infinite deterrence and terrifying atmosphere! From afar, it looks like a huge mountain made up of heads.

Under the unusually scorching sun of the barren land at noon, this mountain of meat has begun to rot in different ways! The stench of decaying corpses came to my nose. Relying on the purification of shamans and druids, there is no danger of spreading diseases and causing plagues in a short time.

The minotaur migration force, the entire Minotaur clan, finally stepped out of the Stonetalon Mountains. More than a million clansmen lined up along the battlefield, barely visible to the naked eye. For a time, this wasteland battlefield that could accommodate the 400,000 elite troops of the three races of Minotaurs, Centaurs and Wild Boar People was packed!

Kane * Bloodhoof, guarded by the Bloodhoof Guard, the most powerful member of the Minotaur clan, stood in front of Roshan Kyokan with his back to the crowd. At this moment, the most trusted chief of the clan, the most wise and wise commander of the entire Minotaur clan, looked at the strange scene in front of him, and did not know how to feel in his heart.

Once upon a time, in the war between generations and blood feud centaurs, the minotaurs always lost more and won less due to a series of reasons such as numbers, mobility, etc., and were always in a situation of being suppressed and plundered. Who would have thought that it would be like this, with such a small casualty, to completely annihilate the 200,000 centaur elite. Such a brilliant victory is absolutely unprecedented!

Looking at the majestic Jingguan in front of him, Roshan, which was supposed to make people chill and fear, was so relieving and inspiring in the eyes of the Minotaur! For the first time since the entire migratory troops, the entire Shuharu clan, had been so demoralized since they had been forced to evacuate their homes in the Bleak Lands!

"For the glory of Mother Earth!"

Kane* Bloodhoof, the Grand Chief of the Minotaur clan was full of emotion at the moment, and he turned sharply and roared at the people behind him, and the high-pitched roar of anger increased through the clouds and echoed through the crowd for a long time.

"For the glory of Mother Earth!"

All the clansmen, regardless of men, women, children, and occupations, all responded loudly with their voices raised, venting the pent-up hatred and depression in their hearts. Sonic boom!

"This is just the beginning, the blood of these 200,000 centaur mongrels is not enough to wash away our Shuharu hatred, one day we will make them pay for it with blood! One day we will use their blood and heads to pay tribute to the souls of our ancestors and martyrs in heaven! One day we will fight back to the bleak lands and reclaim our homeland! ”

"Now we have to build our strength, now we have to build the future, now we have to go to the beautiful Mogaule and start our lives again! This time we will not allow anyone to touch our homeland again! No one can afford Shuharu's wrath! Whoever is an enemy of our children and grandchildren of Mother Earth will be crushed by us! ”

At this time, the majestic momentum of the Great Chief Kane * Bloodhoof hero-level broke out in full force, and a passionate declaration roared out!

The excited old Tang, who was excited, took a step forward and stood in front of the elite army of more than 80,000 minotaurs, and raised the wind sword glowing with blue and dark thunder and shouted:

"Power and glory!"

"Blood and thunder!"

More than 80,000 elite and brave Minotaur strong men also raised their weapons and roared loudly, with a fierce fighting spirit, angry Xiaohan!

"Let's go, let's build our new home!" The Great Chief Kane* Bloodhoof, looking at the brave and mighty elite of the hundred battles in front of him, and at the hopeful and excited faces of all the clansmen, he was full of spirit. This resolute man firmly believes that the future of the Minotaur awaits Shuharu.

A peaceful and peaceful life is no longer just a dream!

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It has been a week since the end of the decisive battle and the establishment of the Centaur Jingguan.

Within a week, the entire migratory force, except for sending out some scouts to guard against the wild boar people's anger and irrationality, and the whole migratory force, safely and steadily marched along the line of the Sweetwater Oasis and the later Taurazu camp to the passage connecting Mogaolei and the Barren Lands.

Beautiful Mogaure, it seems to be so peaceful forever.

Mogaure is a land of rolling hills and open savannahs, surrounded by tall mountains. The endless grasslands are teeming with creatures such as Kodomon, mountain lions, vultures, wolves, and chocobos. Unlike the bleak and barren places separated by mountains, the whole of Mogaure seems to be so alive forever as far as the eye can see, covered with grass and trees.

The Red Cloud Plateau to the south is a rare fertile ground for the whole of Kalimdo. The fertile soil is a good place to grow crops, enough for the Minotaur to have enough food and clothing. The diverse biological resources not only make the whole land full of life, but also a rare treasure for the minotaurs who have a hunting tradition. This rich land is also rich in copper, iron, tin and other mineral resources. As a strategic material, all kinds of metal minerals are more and more for the old Tang and the Minotaurs.

And the most exciting place in this land is the source of life that is rare and precious in the whole of South Kalimdor - water. A large lake and several wells of clean water are scattered throughout this beautiful land. Mother Earth's love has made Mogore a paradise to look forward to.

Today, this beautiful and fertile land is the end of the Minotaur Migration. Old Tang, who rode the brute horn and held the eagle-clad little Nizi in his arms, followed the advance of the migratory army, and saw for the first time this land that made him feel the most peaceful in the later generations. For a moment, Old Tang's thoughts seemed to be left behind, and a feeling called peace and tranquility surrounded Old Tang gently, like a mother's embrace, making people forget all their troubles and throw away all their uneasiness.

Old Tang knew that there was only one place where he could feel this feeling, and that was ――――― home.

A faint smile quietly hung on the corner of Lao Tang's mouth, Lao Tang, who has always been a tough guy, is extremely gentle at the moment. Old Tang secretly swore to himself in his heart that he would definitely protect this peaceful haven and this beautiful homeland with his life.

Gently tugging at the reins of the horn, Old Tang tightened his arms around the harpy Xiao Nizi, and said softly; "Let's go, let's go home!"

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Regarding the title of this chapter, do I ~ will tell you sù that I am a fan of funny Japanese and ~~hey~~~ The first volume has been delayed for too long, so press fast forward ~~~ and set off for the Eastern Kingdom ~~~ The dragon set of the brothers is about to appear~~~

The two old men who are now playing in the dragon suit, Gunderu, are cameos by the dry bone brothers in the night, and Xiao Zhengtai Cole is the role of my buddy~~~ Everyone's role will not be less than these two scenes~~~

Today I want to eat ~~6000 words of reminder~~~4000 words to serve