Chapter 233 The Next Generation

"Don't be afraid! Gamore will protect everyone!"

Before I could enjoy the refreshing and pleasant, refreshing air that had not been long since Mogaole's long-lost, Lao Tang, who had just stepped out of the portal, was burned with this tender cry of thunder...

After a brief shock, Old Tang quickly turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came.

Outside the fence of the martial arts field with the Dragon Wheeling Corps, a team of adventurers with complex races was sending more than 20 tied centaur captives and a team of guards on duty at the gate of the fortress to complete the handover procedures and receive bounties.

A centaur who was escorted suddenly broke free from the rope and tried to escape. The direction of its escape was the place where the little tauren little loli who were curiously watching this scene...

As for the master who shouted in a tender voice, a tauren who was only twelve or thirteen years old, was now bravely spreading his arms in front of his friends! Only with Lao Tang's eyes, he could clearly see that the little guy's legs might be trembling slightly because of the tension...

The unexpected farce did not last long. Before the centaur trying to escape had run a few steps, he was strangled by a tauren herder not far away with a lasso that captured the Kodo beast and dragged it to the ground, causing no casualties or trouble.

The group of young and immature little guys looked at the herdsman uncle who took action and the centaur warrior who was captured again with admiration and curiosity.

Lao Tang was not worried about the centaur that broke free from the ropes and could do anything. Not to mention that a group of elite legion guards could easily kill this centaur, even the nearby Taurus civilians were not easy to mess with!

The uniquely powerful physical fitness and the martial style of the Taurus clan, coupled with the coming-of-age hunting trial that every Taurus must conduct, make every Taurus have the strength of no less than the fifth level when he becomes an adult. A centaur who is desperate wants to be in Mogao Leisai?

Live impatiently!

After watching this small accident with great interest, Old Tang turned his head and said, "I'm going to be the captain of the guard beside him," and said:

"Black Horn, bring that little guy to me and bring the escaped centaurs with him. Well... I want to live! Also, let's take that team of adventurers to my study... Hey, a few old friends, I didn't expect them to come to Kalimdor."

"Okay, boss!" Heijiao smiled and agreed to Lao Tang's order, walking towards the entrance of the martial arts field. Lao Tang turned his eyes back to the deal between the adventurers and the Tauren guards.

A small storm turned into invisible moments. The on-duty Legion Guards consciously walked out half of the Taurus Warriors and were about to escort the centaur captives to the underground cell of the fortress. The other half of the Taurus Warriors took the magic backpack handed over by an adventurer and carefully counted the... centaur heads contained in the backpack!

Such a scene has been staged countless times in the Legion Fortress in the past year. After the Tauren migrated to Mogaole, Lao Tang, who successfully joined the goblin lord of Ratchet City, issued a reward order in the harbor city where adventurers gathered:

With the head as evidence, the Legion Fortress pays thirty silver coins for the life of each centaur; as long as the centaurs captured alive are fully equipped and not seriously injured, the Legion Fortress will purchase one gold coin per centaur. Elite centaurs such as the centaur priests and the centaur warriors price two gold coins per head; and the chiefs of each centaur clan, as long as the mercenaries and adventurers can provide killing certificates and identity certificates, they can get a huge reward of one thousand gold coins, and thus get rich overnight!

In just one year, more than 20,000 centaurs had been killed by adventurers, a new centaur chief was assaulted, and more than 7,000 centaurs became prisoners and were escorted to Mogaole's legion fortress.

Needless to say, the benefits of killing centaurs are also useful for those acquired centaurs.

These captured scum will become the first graduation test for the Taurus recruits after completing the training of the recruits. Even if the training is strict, the rookie who has never seen blood is still just a new recruit. Old Tang doesn’t mind using the blood of these centaur beasts to help these rookies get meat and increase their basic combat experience and teach them a good lesson!

Based on the huge population of the centaur and the astonishing reproduction speed, the power of the Taurus tribe alone wants to take revenge and killing these barbaric scum is definitely not something that can be completed overnight. This is destined to be a long-term major project. Therefore, uniting every piece of strength that can be won in this major project is an indispensable choice for the Taurus.

Perhaps the arguments such as racial justice and the overall world situation have no market among many greedy adventurers and mercenaries, but as long as the Taurus side can provide sufficient benefits, many adventurers will not care about who is right and who is wrong between the Taurus and the Centaur, and will marry the butcher knife to the Centaur's neck!

What's more, in Kalimdo, the reputation of the Taurus and Centaurs is simply incomparable. Most adventurers don't mind helping the always friendly and hospitable Taurus while getting generous rewards...

Lao Tang's move is equivalent to building a direct interest dispute between adventurers and centaurs.

Money can make the devil push the mill!

A simple sprinkling of tens of thousands of gold coins is equivalent to helping the Tartar win over a group of extremely efficient helpers in dealing with the problem of centaurs!

Although the methods are a bit despicable and insidious, as long as they can attack and weaken the centaur, Lao Tang will not have any psychological pressure to display! As a time traveler, Lao Tang does not have the tolerant and gentleness of a real treacherous character, but is more tough and vengeful!

In Lao Tang's opinion, there is no need to worry about dealing with these centaurs. All those who can think of secret tricks or damage tricks can be used to attack those scum beasts.

And that reward order was one of the strategies proposed by Lao Tang to crack down on centaurs at the Tauren high-level meeting.

Perhaps this kind of tauren boss who seems to be targeting any other race or species with a somewhat despicable means, and a group of benevolent and open-minded, honorable like life will decisively reject it, but when the goal is replaced by a centaur, the proposal will be passed unanimously!

You never have to doubt how deep and rich the deep hatred between the Tauren and the Centaur is. It is the boundless hatred that is truly integrated into the blood mark!

Countless centuries of entanglement and fighting have made every inch of the land of desolation wanderer the heroic spirits of the warriors soaked the blood of the taurens and buried the corpses of the Shuharu martyr! In the face of this deep blood hatred, the hatred and hostility between humans and orcs are not worth mentioning at all...

After a while, Heijiao held the centaur with one hand and pulled Gamore back to Lao Tang with the other, interrupting Lao Tang's thoughts.

Heijiao took the centaur mixed clumps who looked at him with hatred and fear from his eyes. Old Tang used his hand to crush the centaur's shoulders with two force, and then kicked the centaur's front legs with two feet. "Click," and "Click," 20% crisp sound. The centaur with a previous resentful eyes collapsed and knelt on the ground in an instant, wailing in pain. His arms were like rubber tubes that had lost their support, hanging weakly on both sides of his body. The two thick front legs broke from the middle, revealing two pieces of white bones.

No longer paying attention to the scattered centaurs limping on the ground, Old Tang looked at the eyes of the tauren Xiao Zhengtai looking at the centaur with interest, with a hint of fear and revenge in his eyes. After a while, he asked in a kind tone:

"Little guy, what's your name?"

"Gamol, Gamore* thick hoof."

Old Tang raised his eyebrows and surprised the little guy's answer.

There are many versions of the life experience of Gamore in his previous life, but most of them are just unreliable fabrications. Some even say that he is a mixed-race child born of a night elf priest and a tauren warrior after the Battle of Sea and Mountains, and a crystallization of taboo love.

However, Lao Tang thought this remark was nonsense. The end of the Battle of Haishan and the beginning of the World of Warcraft plot only took a few years... Whose child can grow up so old in how many years? Do you think he was born in the Heavenly Dynasty and drink Sanlu and get hormones?

However, the little guy's answer now gave Lao Tang a clear answer. The Thick Hood Clan is also a large tribe in the Taurus clan. Although it is incomparable to the Blood Hood Tribe and the Terrifying Totem Tribe, it is also considered an old tribe of Shuhalu. Unfortunately, before the Taurus migrated, the village of the Thick Hood Clan was raided by a large group of centaur robbers. For the sake of the old and weak clans in the clan, almost all the young and strong clans died in battle, and the Thick Hood Clan declined.

The troops that rescued the Thick Tribe were led by Lao Tang, and he really didn't expect that the "famous" Gamore was among them. However, these are no longer important now. Now that Gamore has been encountered by him, he will definitely not let him be as down and down as in the game in his previous life.

After touching the little guy's head, Old Tang hesitated and asked:

"Where are your parents?"

"Mom and Dad, both were killed by the centaur..." Hearing Old Tang's inquiry, Gamore stared at the centaur who was still lying on the ground and screaming. However, his eyes changed from the confusion just now to the sadness, but that stubborn hatred never changed.

Although he had guessed the truth long ago, when the little guy said it himself, the anger in Lao Tang's heart still couldn't help but boil. He barely suppressed the ** who killed the centaur beside him with his own hands. Lao Tang squatted down and stared at Gamore's eyes, and said:

"I'm Good*Titan Power* Horror Totem, you should have heard of me?"

"Yeah!" The little guy nodded vigorously, looked at Old Tang happily with admiration, "I know uncle, you hugged me back then! I... I still remember Manjiao!"

After saying that, the little guy pointed at Manjiao who was dozing off the side, looking excited.

Old Tang really doesn't remember this one, but after a brief moment of surprise, Old Tang took a metal javelin from behind with a solemn expression, handed it to Gamore, who was at a loss, and asked in a serious tone:

"Do you hate Centaurs? Want to learn from your uncle, become a powerful and brave warrior like your parents, and protect your friends and tribe members?"

Holding the heavy metal javelin in both hands, amid the sound of Old Tang's stern tone, Gamore stared at the centaur not far away in front of him with hatred, and nodded vigorously. His emotions and expression gradually became firm from the initial confusion and tension.

Seeing the little guy's answer, Old Tang nodded slightly with satisfaction and stood up and came to the front of the centaur who had been damaged by himself. He used the death knife to carve a cross mark with blood-stained cross mark at the heart of the centaur captor, and ordered Gamore without any doubt:

"Did you see this mark? Gamore? Hold the javelin I gave you tightly and use all your strength to penetrate it!"

"Kill him and avenge your parents!"

The little guy was just twelve or thirteen years old and was just 1.6 meters tall. The javelin given to him by Lao Tang was also 1.5 meters long. Holding the metal javelin that was about the same height as his, the little guy's body was trembling slightly, but his eyes were gradually changing, from panic in cruising to the final determination of hatred!

"Ah!" A roar that was still young and tender sounded in the martial arts field. The little guy strode forward and used all his strength to stab the heavy javelin at the cross mark on the chest of the centaur! The crazy little guy's strength soared. The metal javelin pierced the body of the centaur who was struggling wildly. The huge and sharp spearhead rushed out of the centaur's back with a string of blood.

The centaurs who were regarded as "sacrificial gifts" were mixed, and they looked at the tauren in front of them in disbelief and spewed a mouthful of blood. They fell to the ground with a "bang" look, their eyes were dissipated, and their vitality disappeared. The little guy with a crazy and ferocious expression still held the javelin tightly and poured his strength to continue stabbing the gun in, as if he had lost his mind, until Old Tang patted his shoulder and signaled him to stop...

Confusion, fear, liberation, joy, loss... Looking at Xiao Jiamore's complicated expression, Old Tang once again squatted in front of him and taught earnestly:

"Remember, you are avenging your parents, protecting your fellow countrymen and partners, and guarding our homeland! Don't feel overwhelmed, a qualified warrior should never feel guilty and panic about killing his enemies!"

"You can respect those respected opponents and give them a glorious and decent death, but there must be no hesitation or mercy in your heart, otherwise you will die!"

"Gamor, from today on, you will be a man and a real warrior! Anyone who intends to hurt the Shuharu clan, any force trying to break our better life, is our enemy, and we need to do our best, even if we sacrifice our lives to fight!"

"Victory or death! That's that simple!"

Looking at the little guy who walked out of the confusion of the first killing, his face seemed to be unimaginable, Old Tang split his mouth and showed a bright smile, without any guilt instigation of a child to kill and fight.

The flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand the destruction of wind and rain.

The blood debt can only be repaid with the enemy's life, and the shame can only be washed away by the enemy's blood!

Azeroth is not a utopia. Every minute and every second in this world, life dies in battle. If you want to live longer than your enemies in this world, you can only learn to be more ruthless than your enemies!

There is no horse that can run out of thousands of miles away in the courtyard, and there is no pine that can grow in the flowerbed!

This is the truth that will last forever!

Pulling out the javelin from the body, Old Tang rubbed Gamore's blood-stained head, and said in a warm tone:

"Now go home and have a good sleep!"

"Start tomorrow, start with me on the practice of the Warrior's Way!"

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