After a big hug, Bane?
Bloodhoof turned and introduced the minotaur youth to his friends.
His name is Tuga?
Rune Totem, is it Bane?
Bloodhoof's old friend from childhood to adulthood.
It had been a long time since the two had seen each other since he was dispatched to the crossroads.
Is this young minotaur the Grand Druid Samuel?
The nephew of the rune totem.
The Rune Totem family is known for its abundance of druids, and it's no surprise that he has inherited this talent and become a druid who maintains the balance of nature.
Tuga was a little surprised by the humans and Night Elves in the team, but among the tribes, the Minotaurs had always been notoriously gentle towards the Alliance races, and they didn't make too much of a fuss.
After a warm greeting, Tuga led them to the camp.
Compared to the quiet and peaceful village of Bloodhoof and the Taurazu camp next to Mogaolei, the atmosphere of war at the crossroads is much stronger, with a forest of guard towers, tight ballista carts, and heavily armed guards, all telling the tension and anxiety of the residents here.
It's not that the inhabitants are overly nervous, as almost every month, some boar people or centaur robbers come here to try their luck, but most of the time they don't find anything other than a few corpses.
Sometimes, however, robbers occasionally broke down the barriers outside the camp and snatched worthless goods—most of which were heavily guarded and safe—and the merchants who had been robbed of their goods had no choice but to consider themselves unlucky.
But these risks did not stop the merchants from making money, and hundreds of caravans came from all over the country like carp crossing the river, resting here, replenishing supplies, and then setting off for where they wanted to go.
Some merchants simply open their trucks here and trade with their peers.
Communicate with each other and then turn around and return – for them, as long as there is profit.
Where to trade is not a transaction.
Say it's a small camp, but to be honest.
Crossroads is no less prosperous than some of the smaller towns.
If it weren't for the limited water resources that limited its population, it would have expanded into a bustling town.
The camp was very lively, under the minotaur-style tents and orc-style sheds, merchants and customers could be seen haggling loudly everywhere, and most of the residents here were orcs, minotaurs and trolls.
An alliance of the Windrangers, some of the Forgotten who stink in corpses also began to appear in this place.
There are many shops on both sides of the street, and almost all Kalimdor specialties can be found here.
From the herbs of the Minotaurs, animal skins.
Orc ore, livestock, troll voodoo potions, tobacco, Diego also saw a Forsaken man selling bone fragments, undead rot, and demonic shrouds, quite terrifying, his eyelids jumped when he saw it.
However, the Forsaken's business was not unattended, and in the short time that Diego passed by his stall, two men wrapped in robes crouched down one after the other to look at the goods, and Diego guessed that these mysterious creatures were some warlocks.
Walking down the street, Diego and Masrae attract almost all eyes.
Even Bain?
Bloodhoof is not as conspicuous as them, but the attitude of the inhabitants is very different.
The orc's eyes were full of hatred and hostility.
The minotaurs' gazes were much gentler, while the Forsaken glanced at them indifferently, bowed their heads, and went on with their work, and as for the trolls, they looked at them like two pieces of moving fresh meat, as if they were pondering which part of the meat was the fattest and tenderest.
Diego got goosebumps from the sight, and it took him almost all his strength to control himself from drawing a gun at them.
As everyone knows.
After the collapse of the Gulabash Empire, the jungle troll kingdom a thousand years ago, the trolls were divided into dozens of tribes, large and small.
However, to the puzzle of historians, the civilization of the trolls collapsed seemingly overnight.
Completely regressed into a primitive society of barbarism and ignorance.
It is said that the conspiracy of the blood god Haka played a big role in this, because only by completely destroying the minds and thinking abilities of the trolls can they be tempted to sacrifice their blood and soul to this evil god in a frenzy.
To this day, the vast majority of trolls still seem to practice cannibalism, and a few specific tribes of trolls have been identified as cannibals, including frost trolls and sand trolls, who even eat trolls from other tribes when food is so scarce.
A well-known branch of the forest trolls, the Darkspear Clan, also maintained cannibalism before joining Thrall's tribe, but it is said that the Darkspear Clan has abandoned this tradition.
Of course, it's just said, but as for whether that's the case, who knows?
For a long time, among the various races of Azeroth, there has always been another name for trolls, trolls.
The horror reputation of this race can be imagined.
Almost every adventurer who stepped out of the house was told not to eat any food they handed him when he saw a troll, even if it was just a boiled potato - who knows what kind of soup it was made in!
And who can guarantee that after eating, you will not be turned into food by him?
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It was impressive, but because of the sheer number of people—there were more than fifty of them—no one dared to come up and ask for trouble.
They walked short of the camp when they came to the door of a three-story orc-style inn.
The innkeeper Bland?
Grass Wind is a minotaur in a green vest who, according to Tuga, is a veteran of the Battle of Mount Hyjal – as evidenced by his limping legs, who opened an inn here after the war ended.
Seeing the arrival of this large group of compatriots, Cao Feng opened up enthusiastically.
The only orc guy in the inn was being whisked around by his command, and he himself was busy.
His efficiency was so fast that almost as soon as the group had set up the Kodomon and washed the dust off their bodies, they sat down in their chairs, and the table was filled with sumptuous food and fine wine.
On the table are steaks, bacon and wild boar ham, as well as a few freshly baked mogaure spice bread and cherry pies, half a round of cheese.
This is a home-cooked dish that the minotaur loves to eat, and the taste is also very authentic.
What's more, there is also a jug of Mogaule spirits on each table.
This is simply no longer the appetite of the guests, you know, after more than half a month of travel, they are in great need of a good wine to relax their tired body and mind.
The group almost couldn't wait to start feasting and drinking.
All of a sudden, the lobby of the inn was filled with the sound of chewing food.
The meal lasted more than half an hour, and although it was not yet to the point of going out against the wall, almost everyone secretly loosened the belt a few inches out.
"Bogard, arrange a room to rest, we need to rest early, and we have to leave early tomorrow."
After eating and drinking, Dezko beckoned to the innkeeper and said loudly.
At this moment, a gruff voice rang out at the door of the hotel: "Bane?
Where's Lord Bloodhoof?
I need to talk to him. ” The people followed the prestige and saw a green-skinned orc standing in the doorway.
(To be continued.) )