The vast Cenarion Wilderness is the heart and essence of the Bleak Lands. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoDue to the constant infestation of the centaurs, most of the minotaurs have evacuated the Desolate Lands, leaving only a few clans still holding on to the Cenarion Fields.

In this war between the Minotaurs and the Centaurs, the command center of the Minotaurs was set up in the Cenarion Field.

The big battle was approaching, and the whole camp looked a little dull. Tall minotaur warriors patrol the camp with huge totem poles or halberds on their backs, their jointed legs and huge hooves trampling up clouds of dust, making the camp look even more slaughtered.

Suddenly, the minotaur hunter at the lookout whistle blew the bullhorn, and the minotaur warriors began to assemble. There was no centaur figure on the horizon in the distance, or the centaur stepped over the splashed smoke, but in the calm sky, a strange dark blue creature flew in the distance, and there seemed to be a few people on its back.

"Uncle Bloodhoof! I'm Cam! Cam of the Barbarian Mane Clan! I'm not an enemy! ”

I have to admit that Cam did have a very good voice, and the minotaur hunters below seemed to hear him and put down their bows and arrows.

Drunken Wind made the cans stop a hundred meters away from the camp, and walked to the camp gate with Cam and Gazruvi.

"Hey! And voila! I've brought back the alien warriors who have crossed the oceans! Cam was still young, and when he saw his people, he couldn't help but start showing off loudly.

It seems that this prophecy is widely circulated among the Minotaurs, many of whom look at the drunken wind with curiosity, and of course, the dwarf goblins are magnificently ignored.

The curtain of the largest tent was lifted, and a group of minotaurs came out, each of which gave Zuifeng a feeling that it was difficult to deal with, especially the guy who was headed by a pair of huge totem poles on his back and a halberd in his hand.

"This must be Kane Bloodhoof, right? Now against him, my chances of winning are very low......" Drunken Wind secretly looked at the big chief, "This is not the old and weak Kane Bloodhoof when he was singled out with the brainless Roar, and now the Bloodhoof is in the prime of life, even if the Howling Daddy comes, it will not be easy to deal with." ”

At the same time, Kane Bloodhoof was also looking at the drunken wind, the race he had never seen, the aura on his body was not annoying, he looked chubby, but in terms of walking habits, he should be very agile and interesting.

Drunken Wind spoke first: "Honorable Kalimdor Minotaur Great Chief Kane Bloodhoof, I, Drunken Wind Iron Palm, am here to bring greetings from Ulan Kaolin, the Great Chief of the Supreme Minotaur. ”

Suddenly, he heard that there was a tribe of minotaurs that he didn't know anything about, and most of the warriors present began to talk in low voices. A handful of shamans, such as Hamuel Rune Totem, guessed something from the surname "Kaolin".

"Honored guest, Kane Bloodhoof accepts your greetings and is willing to listen to you. This is not the place to talk, please come with me to the tent. ”

Drunken Wind nodded, turned around and told Cam to watch Gazruvi, and then walked into the big tent with a group of bigwigs.

Once in the tent, everyone sat in a circle, and Kane Bloodhoof was the first to speak, "I should have introduced us to you on the way like Cam's kid." Seeing Drunken Wind nodding, Kane continued, "Then can you please introduce yourself first?" ”

"As you wish, Grand Chief. I am a panda man, a panda man warrior monk. Unlike warriors, who manipulate anger, we are adept at using our dexterous bodies and martial arts, which is a complex matter of knowledge. I'm from Pandaria, about the size of Kalimdor, where many pandamen like me live, and I left my hometown to explore Azeroth, but unfortunately I encountered a maelstrom, and I had no choice but to take my flying mount, the can, which is the cloud dragon you saw. ”

"By chance, I came to a broken archipelago with a long stretch of mountains and plateaus called Zhigaoling, and I was received by the hospitable chieftain Ulan Gaoling, and I did a few small favors to win the friendship of the clans of Gaoling, Tianjiao, Rivermane, and Blood Totem."

"By the way, I think the shamans here should know about the Kaolin clan."

"Not bad." This time it was an old female minotaur who spoke, and there was obvious pride in her tone, "That's our hero who participated in the Battle of the Ancients. ”

"This is Magatha?"

"Yes, I'm Magassa Terror Totem."

Sure enough, Drunken Wind nodded secretly, her tone was exactly the same as that of the guys in the Blood Totem, and it looked like she would be the biggest obstacle in the plan.

In fact, the drunken wind is a bit extreme, not more than ten years later, the drunken wind is also different from the thousands of orcs who have crossed the ocean. Magatha insisted that Kalimdor was the territory of the Minotaurs, so the conflict with Kane Bloodhoof became more acute after joining the tribe and accepting the orcs. Not to mention that the situation of the Minotaur is not so bad at this time, just one point - there is only one person in Drunken Wind, and he will not fight for the land of Kalimdor, which has basically made Magassa give up the target, of course, that arrogance will not give up easily.

After sorting out his words a bit, Drunken Wind continued, "After leaving the Broken Isles, I went to the Eastern Kingdoms, and then came to Kalimdor on a goblin ship, and met the lost Cam in Ratchet City. ”

"I'm sorry that kid Cam caused you trouble."

"You're Master Gulda Mane, aren't you? Needless to say, Cam was a great good boy, he was attacked by the centaurs, and even when he was in Ratchet City, he hadn't forgotten about asking for help, in fact, he was talking about buying food when I first arrived. ”

"Then I hope he didn't make it. I know that the kid who did business with the goblins would lose all the totem poles of his ancestors. ”

Drunken Wind suddenly felt a little cold inside the tent, but he didn't expect the Minotaur's cold joke to be very lethal......

"In fact, the negotiations were not successful, and the asking price of the goblins was too high, so I proposed a way to pay for the goods with labor. It was done by a tripartite agreement between the minotaurs, the goblins, and me, with me as the intermediary. ”

After that, Zuifeng explained the basic idea of the plan to the chiefs present.

After listening to this, most people seemed a little worried, but Kane Bloodhoof took the initiative to speak: "I have two questions, first, how to ensure that the battle will end within a month, and the centaurs will not look for trouble again; Second, how do you, as an intermediary, ensure that the contract is fair—you know how greedy the goblins are. ”

Although Kane Bloodhoof is a modest and well-loved chieftain who does not like to show off his strength, he does not hide his strength when it comes to negotiations involving the interests of his race.

"Is it the pinnacle of epic warriors, or is it already a legend?"

In Azeroth, the most ordinary people have no profession, and after having a profession, they go from the first order to the ninth order, and then there are heroes, heroes are divided into epics and legends, and then demigods and gods. There is no doubt that Kane Bloodhoof at this time is also the best among all the fighters.

"Well, all these problems will be solved by a fight."