"You're saying you're getting out of here?"

Jabal asked Bloodhoof in wonder, half a month ago this was still the home of the Minotaur tribe, why after a skirmish, the dignified Minotaur chief actually ordered all the Minotaur to move to the inland area.

"Yes. ”

Bloodhoof replied very seriously.

"Why?"

Jabbar's eyes widened, and he looked at the Minotaur Bloodhoof with a questioning expression.

"Because the last time you defeated the ogre's army, for thousands of years, no individual has been able to defeat an entire barbarian army single-handedly, let alone an ogre officer inside. I reckon that the Ogre Leader has already taken a keen interest in you at this time, and he will definitely send a large army here next, we don't have enough men to deal with a real battle. ”

Bloodhoof said slowly with a heavy breath. Abdul-Jabbar, on the other hand, felt an unspeakable sense of self-reproach. Is it your own recklessness that has caused today's situation? Caused the Minotaur tribe to have to leave their homeland? Flee from the ogre?

"I'm sorry, Chief. ”

Seeing the busy minotaurs carrying their luggage throughout the camp, Jabbar suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"It's not your fault, orcs, we're friends, you helped us fight off the barbarians, we should thank you, it's just that the ogre's army is bigger than you think, friend, what we encountered that day was only a small poke, if a regular ogre army came here, even if you had a doppelganger, you wouldn't be able to defeat them. ”

"But in any case, thank you, my friend, come with us, and perhaps the Grand Chief of Bainbaatar of the steppe can find refuge for us. ”

Minotaur Chief Bloodhoof continued. His eyes were still full of kindness and peace, war was not what he wanted to see, Jabbar sometimes felt strange, why did a race with such a strong body and appearance be like a docile sheep, not wanting to fight for hegemony, but only wanting to live a peaceful and peaceful life, maybe the appearance of the race had nothing to do with their nature and heart? maybe......

"Do you have any other organizations, like the Great Chief of Bane?"

Abdul-Jabbar continued to ask, although it has been five months since he came to this world, Uncle Orc still has a lot to know about the general situation of this world.

"Yes, we are only the smallest and most ordinary of all the Minotaur tribes, many clans are larger than us, there are more people than us, they live on the other side of the mountain, or in the savannah, some Minotaurs live by the sea, but not much, you know our people are not good swimmers. ”

Bloodhoof asked Abdul-Jabbar as he packed his belongings. Compared to the busyness of Bloodhoof, packing luggage or something, Abdul-Jabbar is relaxed, the orc uncle didn't bring anything, empty-handed, eating and drinking for nothing, and the only two pieces of luggage on his body, one is a big hammer and the other is the lion king's cloak, which can be carried around. So no matter where you go, it's always a chic walk.

"And that Bane, does their clan live in the prairie?"

"Yes, he is our Great Chief, to be exact, not only his clan lives in the prairie, many clans are gathered there, but due to the tight pressure of the ogre army, our base camp does not have a fixed residence, and often changes its location, so as soon as the seasons change, the whole grassland begins a great migration of races. ”

Bloodhoof continued, and Abdul-Jabbar couldn't wait to imagine the scene of thousands of minotaurs carrying heavy luggage and equipment, migrating en masse, like bison searching for the warm pastures of the south, a spectacular but somewhat tragic scene. Alas, everywhere you go, there are conquests and wars, Jabbar can't help but sigh.

"Let's go, don't be in a daze, I'm sure the Great Chief will like it when he sees it. ”

Bloodhoof was afraid to beat the troubled orc companion next to him at the end, and although it was only a short month of getting along, it made the minotaur develop a strong friendship with Jabbar, especially after fighting side by side.

Iron Peak Mountain, the ogre station.

"You're saying you met a beast in that jungle that unleashes lightning?"

Molk, the commander of the ogre legion, stood at the top of the hill and asked the fleeing ogre generals with suspicion, their commander had been killed by the beast (orc), and these ogres had seen it with their own eyes, so they would never dare to deceive their commander.

Molk is an alternative among ogres, generally speaking, ogres are tall, cruel and irritable by nature, lack of intelligence, and don't like to do things with their heads, but Molk is an exception, it is a rare general among ogres, not only physical strength and strength surpass other ogres, physical fitness is also first-class, the key is the mind, in its small mind, it seems that there is always infinite schemes, and he himself relies on this to become the role of a commander, and even enslave the local weak barbarians, it is also this cunning ogre leader who came up with it。

All the ogre warriors of the Crusade are afraid of it, not of its force, but of its conspiracy, and as long as this commander wants you to die, I don't know how you died......

"A beast that unleashes lightning, and a beast that beats you like this?The ogre has never been defeated by a beast, and it looks like I'm going to have a good meeting with this amazing beast. ”

Molk said, clenching his fists. And this posture also made the other ogre warriors present quickly understand what their leader meant.

Catching the beast was the only thing the ogre leader was interested in right now.

"You're so interested in that beast?"

Brie, the second most important man in the Ogre Legion after Mork, enslaved the barbarians himself, and now, Brie was clearly a little incomprehensible to his leader's desire to capture an "insignificant" beast.

"Hehe, don't you want to meet him?

Outside the tent, where Molk smiled and walked down, there were dozens of ogres busy, and those barbarians were doing heavy manual labor under the drive of the ogre overseers.

"But shouldn't we go to the prairie now, looking for traces of those minotaurs?"

Brie made the opposite view. In fact, in the entire ogre army, he was the only one who dared to question Mork to his face, and Brie was Mork's cousin. Well, maybe in the ogre family, blood relations are not so important, brothers can kill each other, spouses are only temporary, and even fathers and sons sometimes fight each other, but Molk and Brie are an accident, their relationship is indeed like brothers, although there is still a layer in between, but it is better than the relationship between brothers.

"Those minotaurs are not easy to find, the steppe is too large, the Singat savannah is like a leaf on the sea of the abyss to this group of nomadic minotaurs, without exact information, it is difficult for us to find them, and this beast that can generate electricity, for us, is a new discovery, a beast can defeat our entire army, if this is a characteristic of a species, then is his companion also so capable? If this is just a special case, then we should make an extra trip, but if we have discovered a new species since then, it matters whether that species is an enemy or an ally. ”

Molk walked ahead and spoke slowly. His tone wasn't as hard as he had just spoken to the other ogres, but it made Brie accept his point of view.

Indeed, this may not be as simple as a beast, if there are countless beasts like him lurking behind this beast, then this force is simply more threatening to the ogre than the minotaur. This unknown creature is friend or foe, and it has become the most important thing to understand and solve at the moment. (To be continued.) )