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Boom!

The spear and spear collided again, knocking out a violent spark, Kane's figure retreated slightly, and he gasped for breath, and then he tightened his grip on the spear, and looked at the strong centaur in front of him with a gloomy face.

"You once killed my wife and my son, I will never forget this hatred, don't worry, even if I can't kill you today, sooner or later I will crush your head, and then sacrifice my wife and son with your heart!"

The hatred between the Minotaur and the Centaur has been around for generations, and the people of the two races will never be unforgiving when they see each other!

In a battle ten years ago, Kane's eldest son Ryan died at the hands of the centaur in front of him, and the wound on his chest was also left by Ryan, who was still a young man at the time, and his strength was not yet mature, about Cheng Dù, who had just entered the advanced level, and was naturally not an opponent in the face of Dezhefa, who was already at the peak of the senior at that time, not to mention that there were more than a dozen helpers around Dezhefa at that time, but Kane only received Ryan's head at the end and was thrown into the camp by the centaur with a sling.

Three years ago, in a relatively large conflict, it was Dezhefa who led the Herata (Chief) (Wind Clan's centaurs all the way into the unsuspecting tribe of the Bloodhoof Clan, burning and looting. Kane was out hunting with his hunters, but when he returned, there were only a few people who had escaped in time. The vast majority of the tribe was killed. His wife. A gentle female minotaur shaman, brutally murdered after killing ten centaurs, her body split into several parts, and her head, hands and feet were placed in front of Kane's room.

That night, Kane, an iron man, cried red and shouted hoarsely, and from that night on, Kane vowed to take revenge. You must execute this executioner in front of you with your own hands.

"Haha......"

Hearing Kane's words, the centaur named Dezhefa laughed happily.

"Kane, you have said this more than a dozen times, but you can't do it at all, you minotaurs are about to be wiped out, your fate will be the same as your wife and son, and you will die at my hands. But don't worry, I won't eat you, you're too old, far less delicious than your son and wife. Especially your wife, when spinning on the fire. The oil oozing from the muscles gives off a charming aroma......"

"Enough is enough!!"

Kane's body trembled violently, his whole body was bitten, blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the hand holding the spear was too hard to crack the tiger's mouth, which showed how angry he was at this time. Also, anyone who hears that his wife and son have been killed and have not been put on the barbecue grill to share the food will probably be as angry as him.

"Dezhefa...... I'm going to kill you......"

Kane almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth, the anger in his body has been pouring out of his body, the ground around him has collapsed layer by layer, and the hero-level power has completely burst out, it is no exaggeration to say that if Kane has a piece of iron in his mouth now, I am afraid that he can bite into iron powder raw.

"Hahahaha, this kind of thing, let's save it when you go to hell!"

Centaurs can also speak lingua franca, but ordinary centaurs do not have this level, only the more powerful the centaurs, perhaps because their intelligence is more thorough, they will have this kind of power. Now this Dezhefa in front of Kane is one of the four centaur overseers, with heroic-level strength, and his intelligence is naturally sufficient.

Laughing wildly, Dezhefa strained his hooves and charged at Kane again. And Kane was not to be outdone, and rushed forward with the Elemental Spear, and fought with Dezhefa.

On the other side, with the addition of Orson, the battle line of the centaurs was getting bigger and bigger, more and more centaurs were killed in the chaos, the morale of the minotaurs was high, and even sang ancient war songs, and the desolate and ancient trumpets sounded again in this land, as if to pay tribute to their ancestors, and also seemed to say goodbye to the ancestors of the minotaurs. Sadness, sadness, heartache, helplessness...... All kinds of emotions came to Orson's heart, and he knew that he was influenced by the war song of the Minotaur.

Turning his head and looking at it a few times, the eyes of the surrounding minotaurs were instantly red, one by one the muscles skyrocketed, anger and magic exploded, many minotaurs advanced at this moment, the energy lost before was instantly full, and the lost body was also restored in a certain way, and the most important thing is that they were driven away from their hometown, from the land where their ancestors lived, this feeling of being uprooted from their homeland is definitely more uncomfortable than killing them for the Shuharu who are attached to the land. But for the sake of the continuation of the race, they had to make such a choice, and the pain of contradictions continued to devour their hearts, making them learn from the pain while they were in pain, and burst out with unprecedented combat effectiveness......

"The mourning soldiers will win!"

Orson sighed lightly, flashed to the back of the team, and used his awakening to completely replenish his remaining mana, and once again rushed to the front line, and began to attack the screen. And this time, he didn't use small magic anymore, but directly used the large magic he had transformed, such as the meteor shower with multiple attacks, and the attack of creating four ice dragons at the same time, although the magic consumption increased as rapidly as the flowing water of the Yangtze River, but the damage was extremely considerable, the centaurs were killed in the battle like cutting wheat without resistance, and a few powerful centaurs wanted to rush up to solve Orson, but they were either killed by magic halfway, or blocked by the minotaurs.

In order to protect him, the Minotaurs also fended off a counterattack by the Centaur Formation, losing more than twenty warriors and three shamans before they could push them back.

But the whole situation of the battle has changed, the minotaurs have taken the initiative, and more and more centaurs are being harvested, causing a greater panic.

But what does the saying come about?

Any authoritarianism will sink in the ocean of people's war.

I don't know if it's right or not, but the general meaning is that any strong person is not afraid. What is really scary is the crowd tactics. In the process of seeing Huaxia in the previous life. This advantage is fully reflected. The equipment, training, and weapons are not as good as Mi Di, but they rely on their strong will and terrifying numbers to defeat Mi Di alive. Although the loss is several times or even more than ten times that of the other party, it is a victory after all, isn't it? And the Scourge Legion in Azeroth's own country, look forward to it!

The centaurs' will is not firm, but there are too many of them, and when the second echelon also rushes over, Orson knows it. The Minotaur failed after all.

Eventually, in Kane's "retreat" with red eyes and gritted teeth, the Minotaurs fought and retreated, and finally all of them withdrew from the Bleak Lands and entered the Stonetalon Mountains.

The terrain of the Stonetalon Mountains is very complicated, but it is not a problem for Orson, the minotaurs are the best warriors and the best builders, they are infinitely powerful, a defensive line was built yesterday, and tens of thousands of minotaurs were pulled into the fortifications in turn. The centaurs knew they couldn't please and stopped attacking for the time being.

Blockade of fortifications. Kane began to count the losses in this battle.

As a result, everyone was silent, 3,000 killed and 5,000 seriously wounded, and the air above the camp was so heavy that it was overwhelming. Three thousand people died in battle, which is equivalent to a small clan. And 5,000 people were seriously injured, which is equivalent to a medium-sized clan, and most importantly, I am afraid that there are more than 1,000 people who will die among these 5,000 people, so the loss of this battle is 4,000 people.

This kind of number is not a small number for any major race on the Big 6, even the races that can give birth to trolls and orcs will be distressed, not to mention the Minotaurs, a race whose fertility is not good. Many female minotaurs bowed their heads and wept, while male minotaurs had red eyes, clenched fists, trembling all over, and biting blood from their teeth.

The atmosphere above the camp became even more oppressive, and Orson felt that he was having trouble breathing.

"Well, put away all the grief, their death is for the continuation of our race, they are all heroes. Shamans, help them return to Mother Earth! ”

Kane couldn't bear to look at the expressions of his people, let alone the corpses of his people, turned his head sideways, said in a deep voice, and then walked towards the distance.

The crying in the camp was louder, and in a short time a bonfire rose into the sky, and the dead minotaur warriors were wrapped in special straw clothes and sent into the bonfire, and in the raging flames, their souls returned to the earth.

Half an hour later, Orson found Kane on a hillside not far away.

"Patriarch Kane ......"

"Centaurs died fifty thousand."

Before Orson could speak, Kane said suddenly.

"It's a very good record, facing a hundred times more enemies, but it can do ten times the damage, can other races do it?"

"Very little."

Orson was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Even the magic legion of the High Elves would have a hard time doing this."

"yes."

Kane sighed.

"They are all good lads from Shuharu, with thick arms, strong waists, a solid foundation of combat skills, and a lot of experience...... Every year Shuharu lost more than 20,000 warriors, and the centaurs were like a flood, and when they came, one after another the ancestors disappeared. Do you know? When Shuharu was at its strongest, there were more than 300 ancestors and millions of people. But now? There are only more than a million people in the clan, and there are only about thirty ancestors left......"

Kane's voice grew deeper and deeper, and by the end, his voice was even a little choked.

Orson was silent, he didn't know what to say.

Console? Ridiculous, does Kane need comfort? He was the great chief of the Minotaurs, he was responsible for the whole race, and he was so strong in mind that he needed the comfort of others?

Help? The Minotaurs do need help, but what the Minotaurs need more is revenge with their own power rather than relying on other races.

So Orson was speechless, so he could only stand quietly behind Kane, looking at the strong back in front of him, stunned.

If you don't enter this world, if you don't join this world, you will never be able to appreciate the tragedy of these people. Kane dedicated his life to the Minotaur and blocked his life for the tribe, but what did he get in the end? A funeral that is not perfect, and an infamy that will never be recognized. But even if he is not recognized, infamy is infamy after all, which is the only and biggest stain on his life, it is ridiculous that he has been a hero all his life, but he died in the hands of his companions when he was old.

Look at Kael'thas again, can you say he's not a leader in charge? Can you say he's a traitor? Can you say he's a villain who goes with demons? No, you can't say that at all. He worked hard for his people, not only to solve the problem of demon addiction, to solve the problem of the source of magic power, but also to find a way to stabilize the position of the High Elves in the alliance, when the natural disaster undead invaded, in the face of the broken country and the destroyed home, he reluctantly changed the name of his race to "Blood Elf", which means "the elf who avenges with blood", he paid a lot for his country and people, and even took the risk of seeking skin with the tiger. But the result? He was eroded by the power of the devil, and he walked farther and farther, until in the end even his own people left him, and he could only die a sad death in the Sunwell Heights of Queldanus, at the hands of his own people. He was also labeled as a "demon henchman", a stigma that could not be washed away.

Was he wrong? Or is Kane wrong? No one is wrong, it is indeed this cruel world that is wrong.

This world has given them their own sorrows, but they are powerless to solve them, they can only watch their relatives and enemies be happy, suffering in hatred and pain all day long, and let their hearts be cut out of wounds one by one, wounds that cannot be healed at all.

The reason why Orson is here is to help the High Elves get such a powerful ally as the Minotaur, and at the same time, he hopes to change the future of the Minotaur as much as he can. The Minotaurs have given so much for their homeland, and when the Minotaurs migrated to Mogaure in the original book, the population was less than half a million. That is, in the next three or four years, they will lose half of their current population. What kind of harm is this? Those who have not experienced it themselves will never be able to understand it.

Hundreds of years of hatred before, Orson was powerless to rewrite, but he couldn't let the grief continue along the established route, he had to do something.

"The vanguard has made a cobweb trail and is heading east, and it won't be long before they reach the barrens. You have to prepare in advance, the barren land is the territory of the boar people, they are stronger in number and intelligence than centaurs, and their fertility is far greater than centaurs, if you don't prepare in advance, I'm afraid ......"

Orson didn't say the rest of the words, but his meaning was already clear, the danger of the wild boar people was far from that of the centaurs, except that the mobility was slightly inferior, almost better than the centaurs. The centaurs ravaged the desolate and barren lands, but the territory of the boar people was rarely entered, and it was clear that the centaurs knew that the boar people were not easy to mess with.

"I know."

Kane nodded.

"The descendants of Agamagan, I believe it will be easier to speak, Shuharu only needs the land of survival, not war."

Kane looked at the sky in the distance and said in a deep voice. (To be continued......)

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