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128 The drunkard's intention is not the wine

Just as the kobold finished speaking, three strong figures of different heights came in carrying a bloody wolf corpse that had been hammered.

"What happened?" The tauren Baal's height of 3.6 meters was very oppressive in front of the 1.5-meter kobold. Baal threw the wolf corpse on his shoulder to the ground quite savagely.

The tauren and wild boars behind Barr also threw the wolf carcasses on their shoulders to the ground.

Suddenly, the dry ground and soil were eroded by blood.

"Fire wolf?" Zhiqian didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the three wolf corpses on the ground and said in surprise.

"These three are all third-level flame wolves. I was hunting a fourth-level shadow leopard and accidentally encountered a group of flame wolves. Unfortunately, there were too many wolves. The fourth-level wolf king Shuai with his cubs escaped first!" Niutou!

Ren Baer wiped the blood from the leather armor on his shoulders and said.

Zhikou was a little surprised. These three guys were really fearless. The Flame Wolf was a fire-type monster, and the number of wolves in a pack was usually around twenty.

Since there is a fourth-level wolf king, it means that there should be a few flaming wolves in the wolf pack that have stepped into the realm of Warcraft.

A fourth-level wolf king plus several third-level flame wolves, a group of ordinary flame wolves, is very difficult to deal with. Even the common fifth-level monsters are not willing to conflict with such a pack of wolves.

Although he was amazed at the courage of the three people, there was still business after all, so he immediately told the three people about the Minotaur Barefoot Tribe.

"This Barbarian Foot tribe is just a tauren tribe with more than a thousand people. How dare they be so arrogant?" Baal asked strangely after hearing what Zhinou said with his round eyes.

The mine has been operating for nearly half a month, so they naturally know the situation of the surrounding Tauren tribes very well. The Barbarian Foot tribe is probably only seven or eight miles away from here, and is the closest Tauren tribe to the mine.

However, this Barbarian Foot tribe is just a tauren tribe with a population of just over a thousand.

In addition, Baofeng's reputation has exploded during this period, and real-time information is inconvenient, so the Baofeng tribe should also be aware of it.

Just like this, a small tribe with a population of only a thousand and two to three hundred warriors dared to be so arrogant.

"I guess the opponent's target is not the so-called Tauren traitor!" At this time, the wild boar man behind Barr shook his head and said.

Guerra is a fourth-level extraordinary warrior who is over forty years old. If he were an ordinary wild boar, forty years old would already be the end of his life.

However, at the fourth level, although he is no longer at his peak, he is still very strong.

He is a mercenary who has been on the road for decades. When he heard the kobold's words, he immediately understood that there is a saying that a drunkard does not care about drinking.

Zhinkou and Baal were stunned when they heard the words of the wild boar man Gra, and then looked at him.

"Perhaps, the other party is eyeing our mine!" Guerra said.

"Are you targeting our mine?" Zhikou's face became serious. When he thought about it, this was really the case. After all, mineral veins are attractive to any tribe.

Just like in the past, the reason why his kobold tribe could feed more than 10,000 kobolds was not only through plundering, but also by selling ore to nearby camps in exchange for food.

"They are definitely looking for death!" Tauren Baal spurted out a thick white breath from his nose, obviously he was angry.

After all, how could he not know the importance of the mineral vein? Besides, when he sent him here, Cardin had warned that there must be no problem with the safety of the mineral vein.

At this moment, a kobold wearing leather armor hurriedly ran in. He was stunned when he saw Baal, and then he was overjoyed. However, thinking of the purpose of his coming, he hurriedly said: "Master Baal, you are back. Thousands of tauren came down the mountain.

Our No. 1 level is surrounded!"

After hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned. They did not expect that the Barbarian Foot tribe was so fast, but where did the Barbarian Foot tribe get the thousands of tauren?

"Thousands of tauren? You're not talking nonsense?" Barr was stunned, and then looked down at the kobold soldiers.

"There are really thousands of tauren, and the two captains have already informed Level 2 and 3!" The kobold soldier shrank his neck in fear of Barr's huge body, but he still affirmed.

"So many warriors from the Barbarian Foot tribe?" Zhikou said with a solemn expression. Thousands of tauren warriors are no joke.

"Let's go to Level 1. If they dare to attack, our Storm Tribe won't be afraid!" Barr said coldly, and then Shuai walked out of the house first.

The tauren Drew, the wild boar Gera, and the kobold soldiers quickly followed.

Zhikuan thought for a moment and followed suit!



Level one!

When Baal and the others arrived, they built a simple wooden village gate at three places that could go up the mountain to prevent other orcs from going up the mountain.

Level 1 is located due east of the mine, on a deep forest road just one mile away from the mine.

Soon, Barr led everyone to level one.

On the wooden stronghold, there was already a half-elf archer and more than thirty archers, holding bows and preparing for battle.

As for the woods above the wooden village, there are fully armed orc warriors everywhere.

Storm sent a total of five brigades to the mine, two tauren brigades, two quilboar brigades, and one kobold brigade.

There was also a squadron of archers drawn from Foley's command.

Seeing Barr and the others coming, two tauren, two wild boars, one kobold, and five captains quickly gave a military salute to Barr and the others.

Baal nodded, went up to the wooden village, and looked towards the deep forest about a mile below the wooden village.

There are tauren everywhere, literally thousands in number.

"Strange, how could the Barbarian Foot tribe have so many warriors?" Zhikou said in surprise.

"It shouldn't be the same tribe. You see, the armored ones and the tauren without or with half armor are two completely different groups." The wild boar man Gra shook his head and said.

Baer, ​​Zhiguan and others took a closer look and found that there was indeed a sense of distinction.

"So, the Barbarian Foot tribe should have united with other Tauren tribes, and although the armored Tauren are all cloth armor, each Tauren warrior is equipped with standard weapons. It seems that they are different from the Barbarian Foot tribe.

The Tauren tribe united together is very powerful!" Zhikou nodded.

"It doesn't matter if he is strong or not, if he dares to challenge the Stormwind Tribe, they will be impatient!"

Immediately, Barr signaled a tauren captain to shout.

Immediately, the Tauren captain shouted, and the following Minotaurs, who looked like generals, quickly looked towards Level 1.

Not long after, a tauren general from the other side came over with a giant axe, stopped 200 meters away from the village, looked at Baal and the others and said: "If you think about it clearly, please hand over the traitors from our tribe.

Otherwise, open the gate of the village and let us go in and search."

"Search?" Zhikuan glanced coldly at the tauren general in front and asked.

"What qualifications do you Barbarian Foot Tribe have to search our Stormwind Tribe's territory? Hurry up and get these chickens and dogs out of the Little Black Stone Forest."
Chapter completed!
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