After more than four hours of blood fighting, the sun had moved from the sky to the west, and was sowing the last bit of light and heat before nightfall. The afterglow of the sunset seemed to be dyed red by the blood all over the ground, dyeing all things in the desolate land a layer of blood, making this land struggling in plunder and destruction appear more and more desolate. The small plain in front of the valley was full of the broken arms and broken flesh of centaurs. The breeze that should have been refreshing was thick.

The smell of blood, smelly and pungent, disgusting. The pursuit battle initiated by centaurs ended at the cost of more than 6,000 broken corpses left by the centaur army. More than 8,000 were mainly centaur pioneers, and the centaur army of centaur wizards, centaur archers, and centaur warriors were slaughtered after the centaur general and centaur prophet were killed. There were only more than 1,000 people who fled in the chaos and left in a hurry.

The victorious Taurus's troops were habitually cleaning the battlefield without any hesitation. The druids and shamans were casting spells and healing for the injured warriors and bandage the wounds; the hunters led their pet partners to patrol the battlefield, picking up and sorting out the spoils left by the centaur on the battlefield. When they met the centaur who had not yet died completely, they pulled out their daggers and slashed their heads, or let the pet bite off his neck. The blood feuds of generations have made these taurus who originally loved peace and were generous by nature completely let go of their pity and sympathy. There was no word captive in the war between the two tribes. You should know that all the tribesmen and ancestors captured by the centaur were sacrificed by these barbaric centaurs to their bullshit gods as sacrifices. Not only did they lose their lives, but their souls were tortured and could not return to the arms of Mother Earth.

The soldiers cut off the heads of centaurs and piled them together at the intersection of the valley. With the accumulation of the previous six days, a terrifying Jingguan composed of more than 30,000 centaurs had been built in front of the stone wall on the right side of the intersection of the valley. This was the order given by the tribe's hero, Good, Titan, and the terrifying totem after the first battle. Although it was terrifying, under the blood feud of generations and the prestige of Commander Good, this order was not opposed. Needless to say, Ana

Ke*Add-angle* Terrifying Totem, Commander Good's younger brother, the violent non-mainstream Taurus warrior clapping his hands quickly; not to mention the cruel and refreshing sneer of Grudiger Anyun, the cold Taurus hunter, the seemingly paralyzed ice face; even the shaman elder, Master Gulda Mane, just asked with a faint expression of concern about whether it would cause an epidemic, and then inserted a clear poison totem nearby and turned around to treat the wounded.

After today's battle, the first Jingguan in the world of Azeroth finally became a scale. At first glance, all the Taurus warriors in the rear-breaking troops showed a refreshing expression on their faces, and a pleasure called revenge flowed freely in their hearts. Only the Taurus can understand this deep blood-feud with the centaur! The Taurus, a race that loves peace and passion, will throw away all kindness and forgiveness when facing the centaur, leaving only a full of hatred and anger, manipulates them to hold the weapons in their hands, fight with the centaur to the end, and never stop.

At this time, Goode was sitting on the ground with the back of the red rocks at the entrance of the valley. His body, which was nearly three meters tall, stretched safely, and was carefully wiping the hideous shield with a large piece of linen. The dried blood and minced flesh on the shield were carefully wiped away little by little. On the ground beside him were two giant swords that drank blood in the battle just now, and they had been carefully cleaned up. After the battle, the blood flowing all over his body seemed to become lazy, making Goode very lazy and unable to breathe.—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Goode is not a pure tauren. Or it is more appropriate for him to be a time traveler. In the original world, all acquaintances call him Lao Tang. Lao Tang is an obsessed wower, and his favorite character is the Tauren warrior who almost accompanied him in the entire World of Warcraft journey. Time travel has to start with this Tauren warrior. Lao Tang was originally just an ordinary senior student, and was facing the problems of graduation, career choice and employment. In order not to be sad, he graduated.

He was unemployed, so he had to cheer up and start attending interviews and preparing for civil service exams. He was busy and dark. This was the first time he got up early and went to bed late in four years of degenerate university. For this reason, he had to give up the World of Warcraft, which was already less and less. Before leaving, Lao Tang decided to go online to wear those classic styles for the Warrior account and take screenshots as a souvenir. As soon as he went online, Lao Tang caught the last bus through the tide and lost consciousness in a flash of lightning.

After waking up again, Old Tang found that he had become a tauren warrior. He was lying in a tent made of animal skin, and on the bed around him, several taurens who were also injured were lying on the bed. Under the linen bandages on his body, there were bright red blood. When Old Tang's somewhat confused head was completely awake, he found the fact that he had traveled through time, and this guy didn't know whether to cry or laugh. When he found the obvious "nostalgic version of giant backpack" magic space bag between his belt and his many years of treasures inside, this guy was immediately excited and wanted to take it out and try his hand immediately. But when he confirmed that his name in this world was Good* Horror Totem, the Tauren tribe of the villain of World of Warcraft, he was completely messed up in the wind...

From the confusion about future goals at the beginning to the firmness of the present; from the nervous and awkward battle in the first battle to the ease of fighting now; from the "outsider" who still had compassion for the centaur at the beginning to the cruel and ruthless Taurus warriors on the battlefield now; from the delusion of the dispute between the two tribes at the beginning to the personal order to behead the capital to build Jingguan; from the careless lack of existence at the beginning, feeling that I now actively integrate into this world and grow into a taurus hero... During the five years that Lao Tang traveled to Azeroth, he was slowly changed and integrated by this world.

I have seen the centaur robbers and plundered the village of the unguarded Taurus; I have seen the tent next door, and always helped him to sew clothes. I have to rescue several taurus children in the chaos and were beaten to charcoal by the lightning arrow of the centaur prophet; I have seen the child who is still full of childishness, in order to avenge his parents, picked up the hammer of the fallen soldiers, rushed towards the enemy, and died with the enemy with his tender body; I have seen many elderly people

The elder raised his long-awaited back and picked up the sealed weapon, hoping to use his life to fight for the women and children of the tribe to retreat. He had seen the little calves who had lost his parents and lost his home, and his eyes were filled with tears and helplessness. He had also seen countless tyrant warriors who were killed in order to burn their homes, and rushed to the centaur army that was several times more than his own, and died in the battlefield...

After seeing too much and experiencing too much, Lao Tang found that his originally confused heart was slowly firm, and he recognized little by little about everything that he had originally doubted. Firmness, recognition, and sense of responsibility allowed Lao Tang to be completely integrated into this real Azeroth world as the identity of the Good* terrifying totem. He began to actively run to reduce the sacrifice of the Taurus in this racial war that caused the Taurus to suffer heavy losses.

He actively connected all the Taurus tribes to advance and retreat together; began to fight with the power of a Taurus warrior for the future of the Taurus; used the powerful force provided by time travel to achieve strong results, became one of the heroes of the Taurus, and won the praise of "Titan Power". He equipped the whole equipment, gathered most of the Taurus blacksmiths, and used the various equipment he carried through time as a sample to forge weapons and equipment for the Taurus warriors to improve the combat effectiveness and survival ability of the warriors; assembled elites of various tribes to form elite troops, raid the centaur tribe everywhere, maximize the killing and killing of the centaurs, and prevented the fighter's combat effectiveness and survival ability;

Injuring their pace of war; using the advantages of various channels in previous lives to explore combat methods and tactical modes suitable for the Taurus in battles, gradually growing into a battlefield commander who can stand alone... But under the suppression of the huge number of centaurs, even if the Shuharu warriors have excellent combat power, they still have two fists to defeat four hands. All Taurus tribes finally decided to leave their generations' homes, migrate outward, find a new and stable home, and elect the wise Blood Hoof tribe leader Kane* Blood Hoof as the chief of the Taurus chief, leading all Taurus to find the home and future of the race.

After the migration operation began, Lao Tang volunteered to take over the arduous task of cutting off the rear for the migrant tribe. After 5 years of time travel and 5 years of combat career, the Tauren troops led by Lao Tang experienced hundreds of battles of all sizes and all grew into elites. Under the reasonable tactical guidance of suitable tactics, they could exert combat effectiveness of one to ten. The Shuharu Warriors with an average strength of more than two thousand level 6 are not afraid of any challenges. But even so, as the chasing army, facing the rushing army that has been flooding like a crazi enemy for several days, more than 200 firm and brave Taurens fell down.

Scholar. Now, the last day of the mission is about to end, and fatigue from the soul quickly spread throughout Lao Tang's body. He has grown into a terrifying divine power, ignorant and terrifying totem, who is at the peak of level 7 of the combat power, but now he just wants to enjoy this rare moment of tranquility lazily. The phased battle has ended. The Taurus, who had suffered heavy losses in the history of Warcraft and his number has dropped sharply. This time, under the flaming of the wings of Lao Tang, the little butterfly wing, safely evacuated the desolate land full of blood and battle at a slight cost. This land shrouded by the unforgettable blood feud between the two races.

Wrapped by a sense of accomplishment, at this moment, Goode no longer tightens his nerves for the possible battles at any time; he no longer has to worry about the future of the Taurus race. Goode *Titan Power * Terrifying Totem who had fought in a desolate place for 5 years, and Old Tang, who had planned for the future of the race for 5 years, just wanted to relax and sleep and have a good dream.
Chapter completed!