On the fourth day, Dia's body recovered, Nefarem's blood returned to normal, and after these four days, in addition to eating and sleeping and watching the scenery, he now feels extremely energetic.

The four of them came to the old shaman's residence and explained the reason, and things went smoothly, and the old shaman happily agreed on the spot to help them defeat the evil mage, and it seemed that he had a long-standing grudge against the evil mage.

Old Shaman: "How is Bethorne's health now?"

Horn: "I'm still a little weak, and if I want to fight, I'll need to rest for three or four days." “

The old shaman nodded slightly, and turned to look at Dia: "Guests of the tribe, if I am not mistaken, you should have been blessed by nature. ”

Dia nodded, "That's right. “

Horn was slightly stunned, and immediately understood why the shaman was so polite to these adventurers, it turned out that he had been blessed by nature.

The old shaman pleaded, "Nature's bodilic, I have a reluctant request, if you have the power to purify that strange pollution, if you can purify the oasis and water of this steppe." “

"No problem, it's the druid's job, we've already cleaned up an oasis before. ”

"The Bloodhoof Tribe will always remember your kindness. The old shaman leaned over slightly.

The old shaman instructed Horn, "In three days, you will select twenty strong warriors from the tribe and go with me to the canyon where the harpy is located. “

"The rest of the clansmen, let Bethorn lead them to the cave on the cliff to the south and hide in it. ”

"During this time, you take Dia to the two remaining oases and water sources that have not yet been purified in the Kodomon, and when they are all purified, they are ready for battle, and the Bloodhoof Tribe will make that evil mage pay for his stupidity. “

"Yes, Shaman. ”

......

In the remaining three days, Dia followed Horn to purify all the pollution sources in this grassland non-stop, and after doing this, Horn breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he killed the evil mage again, the grassland would return to peace.

As the expedition approached, the atmosphere in the tribe was a little heavy, and the Minotaur knew that in the face of many harpies and an evil mage, this line of life and death was really uncertain, and no one was sure that they would be able to come back alive.

But no one flinched, all calmly staring at Horn, quietly waiting for his choice. There are always people who have to sacrifice, and this is the cruelty that must be experienced to survive in this world.

For the sake of the clan, for the sake of the family, or for the glory of the warriors and ancestors.

Horn picks out twenty strong minotaurs, all of whom are the best warriors in the tribe.

One by one, all the minotaurs of the tribe hugged the chosen warriors, wishing them a safe return.

"Dahl, smash that mage's head and let him know that our Bloodhoof Tribe isn't that easy to mess with!"

"I'll take care of Tori for you during this time, but I'll have my kids beat him every day until you come back. ”

Dahl's eyes widened, "You dare!"

"With your child's small physique, my tori can knock him down with one hand. ”

"If my child can't beat it, then I'll go up and beat it myself!"

Dahl smiled and said, "I think I still beat you too lightly that night, and based on your words, I will try to come back alive and beat you again." “

"I'll wait!"

When the parting blessing was over, the old shaman clenched the totem crutch in his hand, looked at all the minotaurs and said heavily: "Clansmen, this is a difficult battle, and there may be very few clansmen who can come back alive, and even the destruction of the whole army is not an exaggeration. ”

"But there are always people who have to sacrifice, these twenty warriors are sacrificing for the safety of their clansmen, for the future of the tribe, and for the glory of our Minotaur inherited from our ancestors!"

"I will use my life to ensure that as many people as possible can return to the tribe, and if I am unfortunately killed in battle, Horn will continue to lead the Bloodhoof tribe. “

The old shaman took a deep breath and said, "If Horn doesn't come back either, then Bethorn will be in charge of the Bloodhoof Tribe." “

"If anyone dares to disobey me. As he spoke, the old shaman's bent waist slowly straightened up, majestic and awe-inspiring, the totem crutch in his hand slammed heavily on the ground, and his eyes glanced sharply at all the minotaurs.

"Everyone killed him together. The old shaman said slowly in a cold tone, at this moment, there was no longer a sense of twilight in him, but instead of Sensen's murderous intent and ruthlessness.

"Every Minotaur warrior who dies, their families must be treated well, Bethaune, and you are responsible for this. ”

“......”

The old shaman arranged one by one, concise and straightforward, methodical, and Dia smacked her tongue for a while, as a chief who leads a tribe, it is really not simple.

After the arrangement, the old shaman was in a slight trance, which made him seem to regain the feeling of his youth, and he laughed heroically.

"Now, let's go!"

The desolate trumpets and heavy war drums sounded suddenly

Hubbert silently turned on his horse, his gray coat whirring in the wind

Claire looked solemn, clenched her longbow, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

The old shaman's steps were steady, and his old face showed iron blood.

Seeing this scene, Dia suddenly remembered a sentence: don't shout when you get on the horse, and hunt for the three times.

What's next a sentence?......

The serpentine procession marched mightily, and Dia would send the minotaurs of the tribe to the caves of the South Cliff before heading to the Harpy Canyon.

As for why the rest of the clan wanted to hide in the cave, it was because the absence of Horn and the old shaman would make the tribe's internal defenses empty, and if it was discovered by the wandering demonized centaur army, it was easy to have an accident, and after killing the evil mage and slowly cleaning up the demonized centaur on the grassland, the tribe would move back again.

......

A medium-sized team of demonized centaurs had the misfortune of encountering the migrating Bloodhoof tribe, and the minotaur and the undemonized centaur would do it without saying a word, let alone see the demonized centaur.

As for why the Minotaurs and Centaurs in almost all of the planes are mortal enemies, there are many theories that are difficult to verify.

When the enemy saw him, his eyes were extremely red, and before the demonized centaur could react, a group of minotaur warriors rushed forward with a roar.

Dia, who had been idle for a long time, naturally did not lag behind, activated the bearman transformation, and followed a large group of minotaur warriors to kill it.

The chubby body spun and jumped in the siege of the centaurs, and in the face of attacks from all sides, Dia dodged back and forth handily, until the end of the battle, and was not hit once!

Why am I so skilled?

Dia furrowed her brows and pondered: What is going on, do I have mastered the specialty? How can the learning speed be so fast, isn't it two months at the earliest.

He instinctively thought of the Nefarem bloodline, "Maybe it has something to do with the excitement of the Nefarem bloodline when Bethhorn was fighting." “