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Chapter 158: Cain Bloodhoof

Hamuul Runetotem has been gone for a long time, and now things are even worse for the tauren tribe.

In the evening, a tall tauren stood on the highest rock outside the Bloodhoof Village. He had a pair of beautiful horns and a necklace made of various stones around his neck. He carried a huge totem pole on his back. In his hand, he held a strange weapon with strange runes cast on it. This was the ancestral weapon of the Bloodhoof tribe, the rune spear.

Cairne Bloodhoof is a brave and kind Tauren. Since he became the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, he has been working hard for the future of his people. He treats several clans and some small organizations among the Tauren fairly, while trying to seek help from outside.

Just like Hamuil Runetotem's journey this time, it was carried out with his support. Chief Bloodhoof tolerated the strength of the Terror Totem tribe and allowed the existence of the Sunwalkers who believed in the sun. He had always expected them to help the Tauren become stronger.

But the reality did not match his wish. The Sunwalkers were fine. They believed in the sun, pursued the holy light, and spread the dream of Anser, the descendant of Mother Earth, saving the world. Even he believed it a little and sent his old friend Hamuil Runetotem, who was good at negotiating with foreign races and had a talent for language, to travel far to verify the rumor.

But the Grimtotems were too much. Their ideas went against the Tauren's principle of loving peace and reducing disputes. And they had always coveted his leadership of the clan. Even though the Centaurs were approaching in force, they still didn't know how to restrain themselves. He was no longer prepared to tolerate them.

Before he left, Hamuel Runetotem reminded him that a dangerous magic had appeared among the centaurs. They could actually drive the dead. This was a blasphemy against nature. The Tauren could accept the Holy Light, but it was difficult for them to tolerate the undead magic that blasphemed nature.

Hamuil told him to be careful of the undead and protect the children of the clan.

The Centaurs stopped their attack a few days ago, finally giving the Tauren a break. But a Sunwalker told him that this was the final test. The salvation of Mother Earth is coming, but we must hold on until the Holy Light descends.

Kane was skeptical about this, but it was good to have hope. Could his old friend bring reinforcements in time?
As a legendary warrior, he could already sense that the final battle was approaching.

At this time, there was a commotion in the village. Kane turned around in disbelief. A member of the Bloodhoof Clan suddenly ran out and said, "Chief, it's bad! The Flathoof Clan and the Terror Totem Clan are fighting."

There was sweat on its face and it looked a little panicked.

"Don't panic, kid."

"what happened?"

Before Kane knew what was going on, he could hear the sound of the Centaur army's hooves trampling the ground in the distance.

Kane didn't bother to solve such a small problem.

"Never mind all that now. Quick! Gather our warriors and prepare for battle."

As soon as they reached the entrance of the village, they saw a group of people rushing out. The leader was a scantily clad female who was wielding a whip and beating the strong demon guards. Then several centaurs rushed out from inside.

Cairne Bloodhoof's eyes immediately turned red. They actually kidnapped his son!
The young Baine Bloodhoof was captured by a strong centaur. It provocatively put a knife under Baine's neck. The team escaped from Bloodhoof Village and fled to the centaur army.

"No, these villains are actually mixed up with the devil."

If Taelan Fordring were here, he would never have thought it was the work of the centaurs. Only the Nathrezim would resort to such a despicable method. Their shapeshifting skills are unmatched. Even a demigod would have difficulty in discerning their methods.

The only exception is the star souls of this world, because they are not creatures of this world. The star souls will instinctively reject them.

A tall centaur walked out of the group, the first khan of the centaurs. Its figure had a hint of shadow and sulfur. Obviously, it had accepted the new power.

The grief-stricken Cairne Bloodhoof ordered the gates to be closed and the warriors to prepare for battle.

At this time, three female centaurs came out and drew a strange magic circle on the ground.

The next scene shocked all the minotaurs. They drove a captured minotaur into the magic circle, and then the three began to cast a spell. A dark light rose in the magic circle, and a foul smell spread far away. The land near the magic circle went from desolate to dead silent.

"Ah!" The minotaur screamed continuously. He kept struggling in the magic circle. Everyone couldn't bear to watch. The strong minotaur was entangled and entangled by the black power. The inhumane pain lasted for a long time before it stopped. He finally fell in the magic circle.

But the ceremony was not over yet. The three female centaurs broke out in cold sweat. An unimaginable and unpleasant sound echoed in the wilderness, and the fallen minotaur stood up again. This time, its appearance changed drastically. Its originally honest face became ferocious and ugly, and its originally clear eyes became turbid and lit up with magical light.

It became one of the undead, transformed into a high-level undead creature similar to a death knight.

All his former innocence had turned into hatred for the living, and he stared at his former compatriots, as if blaming them for not helping him.

Cairne Bloodhoof witnessed this brutal scene and almost opened the gate, let out a war cry, and rushed out with his compatriots.

But he knew that they had no chance of winning if they rushed out. Relying on fortifications, they could still resist the attacks of the centaurs, but once they were in the wild, the minotaurs with poor mobility were no match for the centaurs.

There are simply too many of them. Their reproductive capacity is hundreds of times greater than that of the Minotaur. And their base number far exceeds that of the Minotaur. Moreover, the Centaurs do not produce anything, but live on plunder all day long.

Once they have exhausted the resources of an area, they will move to a new area to continue their plunder. They are like the plague of Kalimdor, and the word "future" is not in their dictionary!
Cairne Bloodhoof clenched his fists. He was not only a warrior who charged into battle and took pleasure in revenge, but he was also the chieftain of the Tauren. He had to be responsible for his people. Opening the gate now would be like handing over the old and weak in the village to the Centaurs.

But then another devastating scene occurred.

Cain Bloodhoof vaguely saw a person wearing a black cloak behind the centaur, and it seemed to be wearing a special hat. It looked rather strange, and its whole body was hidden in the shadows.

He felt that the man had not wanted him to see it.

It whispered something to a centaur warlock.

Then Cairne Bloodhoof saw two young tauren being brought over.

Cain Bloodhoof actually knew these two children, one was his son Baine Bloodhoof, and the other was Mero Windsong.
A Centaur War Chief stepped to the front.

"Kane Bloodhoof, it's time to surrender. Your tribe has failed! If you don't surrender, your son will face a choice!"

It saw Cairne Bloodhoof clenching his fists and trying his best to endure. It turned around and said, "What a cold-blooded guy!"

"Your name is Baine Bloodhoof, right, little calf?"

At this time, young Bane was so frightened that he could not speak. He squatted on the ground, tears in his eyes, and dared not respond. He could only look at his father.

"It's time to make a choice," the centaur paused.
"Baine Bloodhoof, Mero Cloudsong, the next Ascendant will be chosen from among the two of you. One of you will die, and the other will live."

"You can choose each other, or choose yourself. Of course...

It pointed at the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe and said:

"If a warrior comes out to duel with us..."

It deliberately stopped and pointed at the nine tall Centaur war chiefs behind it.

"If someone can defeat us, I will let you go, and we will let this place go for once. If your people are all cowards and no one dares to come out, then you will die!"

The surrounding centaurs all shouted. They were bloodthirsty centaurs who loved fighting and killing the most.

"Start now!"

(End of this chapter)