The Great Thief

"Bundle... tied up?" The little eight sauce was dumbfounded.

A few minutes later, a tall, black-horned Tauren approached the horror totem camp. He wore goatskin armor, a purple-colored trench in his waist, and his prey on his shoulders.

"Stand up!" The two sentinels at the gate of the camp raised their weapons in the distance.

"The Mother Earth is fooling you," the Tauren snorted and said: "I am a special character of the Shijiao clan. I was injured when I chased a half-man. I have to go in and eat something."

"Treg? You are not yet an adult?" The Sentinel is of course also a Tauren. He looks at the uninvited guest with his round eyes.

"It’s still three months, three months later, I’m Tegu. Shijiao, I will be a powerful warrior like Wag. Shijiao.” The black-horned Tauren lifted his chest and showed a very high pride. .

Wag. Shijiao is the most powerful warrior in the history of the Tauren. He is said to have eighty-seven long and thick scorpions.

This heroic figure was born a thousand years ago, and his clan is gradually sinking into the long river of time. Except for the Tauren, and must be a little insightful, I am afraid that no one knows it.

The Tauren looks at adulthood at the age of 15 and lives roughly the same length as humans. They will have many names in their lives, a childhood name, a very earthy kind, similar to a human dog's egg black. When you are a teenager, you can have a formal name, but you can't name it, because the dueling will make the ancestors Shame, you can add the surname to the back after adulthood, this time you have to fight for your own clan.

The two sentinels looked at each other. The suspicious color in the eyes faded. But it is a minor calf.

"If you are hurt, I can take you to see the shaman," the sentinel turned and walked to the depths of the camp, indicating that Lu was keeping up with him.

"Wait a minute, why do the prey on your shoulders look like an elf, and it's a druid," the self-proclaimed Terry's Tauren outsider turned, and the prey on his shoulder was right at the Sentinel B.

The sentinel is also well-informed, and can actually see its race from the leopard after the transformation.

Ok. This is actually a land, he became a Tauren, squatting on the bag of small eight sauce, a hunting back.

"Oh, don't mention it, I almost killed the centaur today," said the incarnation of the incarnation of the traitor. "They all blame this druid, actually stopped me..."

"You'd better kill her," Sentinel B immediately enemies with the enemy, and there is a tendency for you to move the knife for you if you don't.

The heart of the land is tight. He is not afraid that the Tauren will cut the small eight sauce, which is 10% of the experience. The key is that the dragon detector can't be used.

"Okay, Kasho, we have no right to decide the fate of others' prey. It is really cheap to be a nosy guy. I should hate them and torture them." Sentinel A interrupted Sentinel B.

Lu Li knew that he was right.

Change to the general Tauren clan, although they and the night elves belong to a different camp, in fact, they will not do too much. After all, the Tauren Druid and the Night Elf Druid exchanged the natural way in the moonlight forest.

But the horror totem is the exception of the Tauren clan.

They are convinced that this land has become ill and needs a thorough cleaning. For example, these two biscuits will not only have any dissatisfaction with the departure of the night elf druid as a prey, but will even increase their sense of goodness.

"When you meet the shaman, you'd better be honest," Lu said privately to the little leopard who was tied to his shoulder.

"Oh... it’s so horrible, will they kill me," the paws of Xiaoba Sauce are tied, or she must close her eyes.

The camp is really terrifying. Apart from the tents and the simple houses, there are more pillars. The other Tauren camps also have many similar pillars, but those are totems. The powerful Tauren warriors may still Will be pulled up as a weapon.

The pillars in the horror totem camp are all penalties.

Many of the pillars are hung with corpses, and some of the corpses have even dried up. They can still see their race, there are goblins, centuries, and orcs...

This kind of top is also called horror, and there are more pillars that must be described with disgust.

They put the dwarf goblin on the column from the abdomen, the viscera squatting down the wound, and applying a dark red pigment to the column.

What is even more disgusting is a half-human being hoisted. It can be seen from the still undulating abdomen that it has not yet died, but half of his skin has been smashed down.

No wonder this camp will become a large-scale mission in the future. The tribes and the players of the Alliance will work together to cooperate with some night elves and Thunder Bluff Tauren NP, not only encircling the camp, but also executing all the horror totem Tauren who have not had time to escape.

"Close your eyes, we are the players," Lu said that the past comforted words, things can only be stolen from the scalp.

He has cursed game designers numerous times in his heart. This place should have a sign at the door. Under 18 years old and heart disease patients are not allowed to enter.

The calm performance of Lu’s performance made the Sentinel A completely unimpressed.

This little cow head is completely racially heterogeneous, and maybe you can develop it and let him join the horror totem camp.

In the living community of small tribes, because of the doctrine, even the druids in the horror totem are weak chickens, and the shamans are generally important roles.

The leader of the horror totem, Magatha. The horror totem is a powerful shaman. It is said that she can “hear the cry of the Mother Earth in her dreams”, “The souls of the ancestors told her about the catastrophe brought by the outsiders” So she was extreme.

The shaman of the Terror Totem Village is an older female Tauren.

Many female tauren choose to become shamans, and they are more likely to feel their connection with the mother of the earth.

Lu was thrown at the foot of the small eight sauce, bending over to the old female Tauren in front of him, no matter what position, the Tauren tribe's respect for the shaman will not change.

"Kid, I heard that you are a descendant of Wagga. I didn't expect the Shijiao tribe to be extinct," the shaman asked, raising his head.

She is not as embarrassed and crazy as the imagination, but rather because of the kindness of being close to nature, it is simply a kind old grandmother, which is in sharp contrast with the **** blood on the outside. (To be continued...)

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