Monster Minotaur

The dark sky was filled with dark clouds, and electric snakes flashed from time to time. Raindrops fell to the earth, starting a new cycle of reincarnation. Elan ushered in another rainy season. The Sartes liked this weather, for it was the only time of the year when Elam had rain, and anyone who saw it only once a year would be happy. Two months of heavy rain will hydrate the thirsty land, and crops will be sown after the rainy season ends.

Perhaps it is because of their love for the rainy season that many gods in the Sart people’s mythology were born during the rainy season, bringing hope and wealth to the Sart people. For example, the electric snakes that are spreading in the sky are believed by the Salt people to be roared from the mouth of a giant named Naxi. This giant was born in the land of Elam, which had been dry for three years. He fought with the giant demon Zasura in Elam for five years, and finally defeated him, bringing rain and life to Elam. And Naxi also became a god from a giant. Whenever the rainy season comes, he roars to prevent Sasula from resurrecting.

Yes, monsters are immortal throughout the Hill Continent. The intelligent species in the mainland knew a long time ago that all monsters can never be completely killed. No matter how clean the monsters in an area are, after a period of time, all kinds of monsters will re-establish themselves in the area just like they grew out of the soil. original place.

The monsters in Elam, located south of Hill, are famous for their complexity. You can find almost any monster you can imagine in Elam. This also makes Elam the most difficult place for humans to survive on the mainland. Few people can endure the destruction of their villages by monsters again and again. Perhaps only the Salt people who have lived here for generations can endure the monsters that are almost everywhere.

However, bad things often have their good side. Because of the monsters, almost no creature with normal intelligence will peek into the land here. While the human empire in the Central Plains was slapping bricks around for land or resources, the Salt people were sharpening their swords, singing songs, and laughing at the stupidity of humans. What is ironic is that in the Central Plains, more people are often killed by human cannibalism than at the hands of monsters. The long-term battle with monsters has also made the Salt people born strong, and their fighting power is unrivaled.

Because of their strong physique and height, the Salt people call themselves Highlanders, another race different from humans. Although the humans in the Central Plains all think that these stupid big guys just have some technical problems in their brains after fighting monsters for too long. This kind of failure is generally called brain damage.

It's the rainy season again. A big, thick hand stretched out from under the eaves, feeling the cold rain that fell earlier this year. The muscular arms belong to a Salter warrior. At 1.9 meters tall, he can only be considered a medium-sized person among the Saltans. The warrior wore a dark brown linen blouse with many hooks for hanging armor plates. A necklace made of animal teeth hung around his thick neck, and a strange beard was shaved on his scarred face.

Yes. I wonder if there will be more monsters on the mountain this year than in previous years. There was also a girl in the room. She was sewing a leather boot with a large bone needle and thread, and was sewing it with the one in front of the window. The soldiers chatted. In order to sow seeds after the rainy season, the Salt people take advantage of the rainy season every year, a less busy time, to eliminate monsters to ensure that the sowing will not be disturbed.

Probably there will be more thanks than in previous years. The soldier judged: Yesterday, a group of goblins rushed into the village. This is not a good phenomenon.

Maybe, but Ares will be very happy. The girl made a finishing move and bit off the thread in her hand, handed the boots to the warrior and said: There will be a wonderful battle this year, right? Brother.

Yes! That's right. The soldier's eyes were firm and confident, and the Salt people were never afraid.

Unfamiliar ceiling. Mo Yan opened his eyes and murmured silently. After a moment of silence, Mo Yan jumped up from where he was sleeping and complained: The ceiling is your sister! It's obviously the roof of a cave! Although Mo Yan wanted to call it this way, what came to his ears was a strange feeling. The voice is not a human language at all.

Um?? What's going on? Mo Yan tried to say a few more words, but the strange cry was still there.

Head, are you awake? Are you awake? A group of green-skinned monsters rushed in from outside the cave, chirping around Mo Yan. The strange and somewhat different sounds were just like what Mo Yan said just now, but the strange thing was that Mo Yan completely understood these sounds, and he was completely incapable of being afraid of these monsters, and even had some inexplicable contempt in his heart. Maybe it's because the green-skinned monsters are very short, they only just reached Mo Yan's waist. These green-skinned monsters have pointed ears and sparse hair, long and pointed noses filled with sticky snot, and their bodies are stooped. Many of them have no clothes on, and the ones who wear the most are just around their lower bodies. The image is somewhat like a gnome in the game.

Snapped! Mo Yan slapped away a monster that wanted to touch his dirty hands. The huge force caused the unlucky guy to hit the cave wall and turned into a ball of minced meat. The loud noise caused by the impact made the green monsters fall silent and lay on the ground waiting for Mo Yan's next move. No monster had any sympathy for the unlucky guy.

My... my... hand? Although Mo Yan didn't know when he gained the great strength, he now saw that his arm was indeed a big problem! Mo Yan looked at his arm and his eyes widened. This strong and thick arm covered with thick short brown hair could never be his own.

Where is the mirror! I want a mirror. Mo Yan shouted in a panic, hurriedly touching his head and examining his body. Then Mo Yan stopped moving. He touched a pair of strong horns, which grew on his head. He could feel the horn connected to his skull. He saw a strong body covered with hair, a human foot growing out of a cow leg, and a huge discord hanging from his waist, swaying with his movements.

Now Mo Yan is a tauren.

Time travel? Is this time travel? Mo Yan, who had a red cloth wrapped around his waist, sat blankly on the stone bed of the cave, his eyes dull: Just wear it, why is it a tauren? Although some things have changed very much. Big, but... why is it a tauren? Mo Yan understood somewhat. No wonder he didn't take pictures of goblins at all. It turned out that he was also a monster. No wonder I finally felt like this hole was so short. Haha...it turns out that he turned into a minotaur.

Head? A goblin closest to Mo Yan asked timidly: Mirror? What?

Is there no mirror here? Mo Yan looked at the goblin and asked.

Mirror, there is no one. The goblin was silent for a long time, winked and seemed to have exhausted his wisdom before saying, Mirror, I don't know.

Really? Mo Yan waved his hand and said, Then there's no need to look for it. Just clean up that um... that pile of meat. Mo Yan pointed at the unlucky guy who had just been beaten into pieces by him.

Okay, head. The only goblin who spoke happily stood up, pointed at a few goblins standing very close to him, ran towards the pile of minced meat, and then actually started to eat it.

You...you...get out and eat! Mo Yan felt disgusted when he saw the goblin eating blood, and a surge of anger surged into his heart, as if he was about to be touched by the goblin's dirty hands. But Mo Yan didn't realize that he had no objection to the goblin eating the corpse of his companion. The monster's body had already changed Mo Yan a little.

The roar of the tauren echoed in the cave. One of the group of goblins hurriedly grabbed a piece of minced meat and ran out. The goblin who dared to speak got the biggest piece. No goblin fought with him on the way out.

It seems that this body is too easily angered. Mo Yan shook his head in annoyance after yelling. This is totally not his usual style, he is not the kind of angry person. After taking a few deep breaths and calming down, Mo Yan began to think.

Then he came to a few conclusions. First of all, it is very unlikely that this is the earth, and even the earth itself has turned into a minotaur. If it appears, it will probably be killed. He has a group of goblins as his subordinates, which is pretty good. However, the physical effects are severe and I often cannot control my temper. Anyway, I want to practice the cultivation techniques passed down by my ancestors. Mo Yan sighed, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and began to practice the cultivation techniques passed down by his ancestors...

I'm an ordinary person, but I have Mao's skills! It's not a second-rate novel! Mo Yan, who had been silent for a moment, jumped up, grabbed the leather of the pillow on the bed and threw it to the ground and said angrily.

Haha... Mo Yan burst into laughter after finishing his self-complaint again. Although he had just closed his eyes and meditated, although it did not completely relieve his heart, it also made Mo Yan think about some things. I am still my original self. Although I have become angry easily and my body has turned into a monster, I am still the same Mo Yan who likes to complain and make fun of things. As for the body, it can be thrown away just like moral integrity. And he has become a monster, so there is no need to put on makeup for Halloween ~ if there is a Halloween here. ——————————————————Come and read a book, the fresh Unscrupulous Minotaur. I write books from the bottom of my heart!