The continent of Kalimdor is vast, this wild land is full of various terrains, the south of the continent has the two largest deserts in Azeroth, in the northernmost part there is the world's most prosperous forest, in the center of the continent is the barren land such as the Thousand Needle Stone Forest, and the barren land is rich in biological resources of the savannah, it is this diverse ecological environment that makes this continent support a diversity of life ten times more prosperous than the eastern continent.

There are so many species of origin in Kalimdor that it's a paradise for biologists and hunters.

And when it comes to the most beautiful scenery in the whole of Kalimdor, in addition to the icy and snowy Winter Spring Valley, the quiet moonlight of the Ash Valley and the solitary smoke of the desert of Silisus, it is the dawn and morning light of the Mogaure steppe in the most central part of the Kalimdor continent.

It was the first ray of light that pierced the night, and the golden sunlight cut down from the mountains on both sides, like a golden waterfall, splashing on the endless green grassland, and the dew of each weed reflected a gentle light, and the golden and colorful halo seemed to cover this grassland with the most gorgeous coat.

Anyone who is lucky enough to see this scene will feel a tremor in their hearts at the miracle of the Creator, and it is also a scenery that people will never get tired of seeing.

And under the light of the early morning sun, in the northern part of the Mogaolei grassland, the city of Thunder Cliff of the Bloodhoof Minotaur built on the tall stone pillars on the edge of the mountain range also ushered in a revival after the night, accompanied by a low and quaint and vicissitudes of trumpets, the whole city woke up at this moment.

Bain. Bloodhoof rolled over, and the sunlight that gradually became dazzling shone on his face, making the young minotaur subconsciously open his eyes, he stretched out his slightly strange three-fingered palm, covering his eyes, he grunted, turned over and tried to continue sleeping for a while, but before Bane could close his eyes, a sharp knock on the door woke the young man.

Bane rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed, he moved his body, his tail flicking in an attempt to make himself more conscious, he opened the door, and standing outside the door was a heavily armed minotaur warrior, carrying a sharp and heavy spear and shield, and an iron helmet, as could be seen from the badge on his chest, this sturdy warrior, a guard dedicated to guarding the chief.

"Bane, the chief told you to meet him."

The minotaur warrior said to the young man in front of him:

"Go now!"

"Okay."

Bane replied in the voice of an urn peculiar to a minotaur, then turned back to his room, and after a brief wash, the young warrior dressed in a set of half-worn leather armor, carried a heavy battle axe and a black shotgun, and tied a leather bag full of bullets around his waist, and then hurried to the center of Thunder Bluff in the golden sunlight, where his father, the chief of the Bloodhoof Minotaur, Kane. Bloodhoof, waiting for him there.

Along the way, the Minotaurs greeted Bane, and Bane returned the salute, stopping occasionally to chat with his fellow citizens, and the early morning Thunder Bluff was always full of energy, with vendors selling their wares along the streets, hunters shouting and preparing to hunt in the plains, messengers from several other Minotaur settlements in the Mogaure Grasslands, and the quaint singing of noble shamans in the westernmost Soul Heights in praise of the elemental spirits.

Two-thirds of the 370,000 civilians of the Bloodhoof Minotaur tribe live in the city, and the other third are scattered throughout the Mogaure steppe, which is a staggering number, and the once thriving Bloodhoof Clan had more than 1 million people at its peak, but now only a few remain, partly because they had been driven out of the desolate land of their ancestral land, and the Bloodhoof Clan suffered heavy losses in the war with the centaurs.

On the other hand, it is because many clansmen were tricked into joining the terror totem in the war... The terrorist organization dominated by minotaur racists, and Bane also knew that the leader of the terror totem, the war shaman Magasa known as the "Old Woman", was still hiding in the Soul Heights, and continued to secretly bewitch his people.

On more than one occasion, young Bane wanted to take out the source of the Bloodhoof Clan's woe with his weapon, but his father kept preventing him from doing so... Young people only pursue pleasure in doing things, but there are too many things for the older generation to consider, and there are inextricable links between the terror totem and the bloodhoof tribe, and now is not the time to turn their faces.

In short, young Bane walks the highland city of tents, shacks, and colorful totems, and his prestige here is high, but not simply because of Bane's prominence... The young man is Chief Kane's only son, and if nothing else, Bane will become the new Chief in the future. Bane's fame came more from the several wars in which the young man had participated.

From supporting the centaur and ogre resistance of the human kingdom of Stormgard, to traveling to Northrend to save the alien king, and then participating in the world-shocking Silysus Desert War, although Bane is still only an adult "calf", his war experience is already richer than many "old cows", and Bane's story has also been sung by those troubadours throughout the continent, this immature calf is still a guest of honor in the human kingdom and the orcs, just from this high prestige, Bane will take over his father's chieftain in the future, It's already a sure thing.

Just as the people of the human kingdom are proud of their kings and princes, the simple bloodhoof minotaurs are also proud of their "princes".

By the way, according to the aesthetics of the Minotaurs, Bane. Bloody Hoof, this immature calf, is still an out-and-out beautiful man.

Bane's perfectly curved horns, strong shoulders, muscular chest and beautiful tail, as well as his blue eyes like the ocean and his magnetic voice like a war drum, all made countless minotaur girls fascinated.

"Father, I'm here."

Bane handed his tomahawk and shotgun to the guards outside the Chieftain's Hall, then wagged his tail and strode into the center of power in Thunder Bluff, a chieftain's hut made of hollow trees, carved into the shape of an eagle with wings outstretched, and painted in oil paint, symbolizing the Minotaur's desire for free will.

And Bane's father, the Minotaur chief Kane in the prime of life. Bloodhoof, on the other hand, was sitting cross-legged in the center of the shack, his face almost carved out of the same mold as Bane, but he was stronger than Bane, and just by the aura he exuded, it could be seen that this was a true top fighter... War Overseer Blox, on the orc's side. Sarufar would often come to Kane to compete in martial arts.

But even the powerful Blocks, when facing Kane who was armed with a war spear, was at most a five-to-five victory, if it weren't for the gentle nature of the Minotaur, if Kane's character had more fighting desire like an orc, then it would be difficult for Bloxes to win.

The Minotaurs' natural strength and terrifying stamina and strength have made this sparsely numbered race rich in powerful warriors, and if it weren't for the difficulty of breeding the Minotaurs, they would have become the land overlords of Kalimdor.

"Uh"

Hearing his son's voice, Chief Kane, who wore a white eagle feather crown symbolizing his chieftaincy, put down his pipe, and he exhaled two wisps of rich smoke from his nostrils, and then beckoned to his son:

"Come, Bane, and meet your Uncle Hamuel."

Bain obediently walked into the center of the hut and sat down beside his father, and in front of him was a brazier hanging from the hearth, in which some incense was placed, and in the flames burned, the whole shed took on a strange smell because of this special incense, and a sniff could calm the mind.

Opposite Bane, sat the new Blightcaller Grand Druid Hamuel. Rune Totem, the Minotaur Elder who had a good conversation with the Blightcaller Prime Minister joined the Blightburner 1 year ago, as Moyana said, Hamuel has a terrifyingly powerful talent for natural spells, and in just over a year, he has been blessed and recognized by the Seed of Nature, becoming the sixth Grand Druid in the Blightcaller group and the first Grand Druid in the Minotaur group.

Today, Hamuel is here on behalf of the Blightcaster, hoping to recruit some of his compatriots in the Bloodhoof tribe who are interested in natural magic to bolster the power of the Bloodhoof tribe, but in addition to this, Hamuel has brought another piece of news.

"Uncle Hamuel, you look much younger."

Bane complimented Hamuel, which caused Hamuel to laugh, and the simple minotaur Great Druid clapped his hands and said to Kane, who was sitting on the side:

"Look at our little Bane, this cunning calf has also learned to flatter others, and sure enough, in the constant grinding of war, our Bane has also grown up."

"Of course."

The sturdy Chief Kane was also pleased with his son, and he put his pipe to his mouth and patted him on the shoulder:

"Bane will be an excellent chief in the future, and he will lead the Bloodhoof Clan to a bright future... But, Hamuel, do you really think that would be a good idea? ”

The Minotaur Chief turned his head to look at his good brother who had grown up together, and in the face of Kane's gaze, Hamuel held the tea and nodded slightly:

"Of course, Kane, you have just listened to my narrative, what I want to say is that the Kaolin clan of the Supreme Ridge and our Bloodhoof Minotaur are compatriots of the same origin, although the two sides were no longer in contact with each other ten thousand years ago, but the bonds in the bloodline are not so easy to eliminate, we should take the initiative to help them... What's more, the Bloodhoof Clan suffered heavy losses in the war with the centaurs, Kane, you and I are both the ones who survived the hell of that war..."

At this, the Great Druid's tone became a little lower, and he took a sip of tea and whispered:

"Relying on the natural reproduction of the Bloodhoof Tribe, we may need 50 years to recover, but if... If the two great clans can merge into one, the Bloodhoof Tribe will surpass our former peak in an instant... We don't even need to start a war, we help the Supreme Kaolin Minotaurs now, and after their war is over, we will also get help from the Kaolin clan to reclaim the ancestral land of the Desolate Lands... It's easy! ”

"What's more..."

The Great Druid's eyes narrowed, and in Hamuel's eyes, a cold light flashed away:

"What's more, Kane, "Old Woman" Magassa is determined that you don't dare to break with her completely, just because of the current bad situation of the clan, but if we get the friendship of the Kamine Clan, the two big clans stand together, we don't need that guy with evil intentions, her existence is the source of turmoil in the Bloodhoof Clan, we should have banished her a long time ago, or..."

Bane didn't understand a word of what the two elders said, until Hamuel and Kane stopped talking, Bane flicked his tail, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Father, uncle, what the hell are you talking about? Who is the Takamine clan? Where is the highest ridge? Are they our compatriots? Why have I never seen them? ”

"Huh"

Kane glanced back at his son, a strange smile on the Minotaur Chieftain's lips, and he patted Bane on the back and said loudly:

"You don't need to know so much, my son, go now, put on your best clothes, dress up in spirit, and your Uncle Hamuel will soon take you to meet some "friends". ”

"Maybe, that's your future... Wife. ”

"Uh-huh???"

——————————————

"It's terrible!"

Hours later, at the entrance to the Mogaure Meadows, Grand Druid Hamuel, representing the Druids of the Blightcaster, and Bane, representing the Bloodhoof Clan, were waiting for emissaries from the High Ridge.

Bane had been forced to change into the costume of the young chieftain, a gorgeous crown of white eagle feathers, a simple and elaborate wooden armor with shamanic spells, a ceremonial battle axe behind him, and a huge totem crisscrossed behind him, painted with drawings representing the history of the Bloodhoof Minotaur, Bane was forced to paint a blue battle mask on his face, and hung the horn of the Bloodhoof Clan for generations on his belt.

This outfit makes Bane look like a legendary Minotaur warrior out of history, more like an Indian chieftain from another world.

And in the past, this suit was only worn by Bane during the Minotaur Festival on the summer solstice, this thing was not used for war at all, this thing was completely a set of ritual armor, Bane didn't like these things, but he had to wear it.

And what makes Bane even more bored is that his father has actually started to think about his marriage, which is ridiculous! Bane had just come of age, and like all young people, he wished he had a few more years of freedom, he didn't want to think about marriage at all, and Bane hadn't found his sweetheart.

He complained to Uncle Hamuel, who was beside him:

"Are you and my father crazy? Uncle, the daughter of the chief of the Supreme Ridge, I have never seen her at all! There's no way I'm going to like her, so don't worry about it! I'll make my own decisions about my life! I want to go to the battlefield, I want to challenge those legendary creatures, I still have a long life, I don't need to think about that now..."

"Don't worry, Bane."

Hamuel looked up with a smile, and at the end of his sight, the group of people on the giant moose was slowly approaching, Hamuel straightened his clothes, and he winked at his nephew Bane:

"Get ready, they're coming... And, take your chance, Bane, that Mera. Takamine is said to be a truly beautiful woman, and I can responsibly say that you will never find a more suitable partner than her. ”

"Humph!"

Bane was a little angry, and a little disdainful, picked up the horn on his waist, according to the tradition of the Bloodhoof Minotaur, he will blow the horn himself, to show that the Bloodhoof Clan welcomes the compatriots who have come from afar, this calf wagged his tail, looked at the figures in the distance, he stubbornly said:

"I won't like that Mera! It doesn't matter how beautiful she is! I'll be alone for the rest of my life! Even if you jump off Thunder Bluff! I won't fall for you! I swear! ”

https:

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Nine Heavenly God Emperor mobile version reading website: