Monster Minotaur

The rain hit the land outside the cave, making a crackling sound. The tree stumps that had been cut down not long ago were covered with green moss. The rain awakened many plants that had been sleeping for a long time.

Mo Yan sat at the entrance of the cave with a piece of foxtail in his mouth, watching the goblins building a wooden wall in the rain. The fire rising due to the humidity reflected Mo Yan's brown skin. The wind that occasionally blew into the cave made the flames brighter. There is some swaying. If Mo Yan held a totem at this time, stared at the flames and said: Mother Earth is fooling you. It would be a perfect world.

This is the first time Mo Yan has seen rain in the three months since he came to this world. Although he roughly knows from the forest where he is, there should be no rain here, but Mo Yan has not seen a drop of rain in three months, which makes him a little nervous. I was a little panicked, but fortunately the rain finally came down.

Three months is not a long time, but it is not short either. At least in these three months, Mo Yan allowed the goblins who were attached to him to learn some caves that Mo Yan considered common sense in life, and to understand the surrounding environment. Mo Yan is now in a cave on the edge of a huge forest. With the cave as the center, directly opposite the cave is a mountain peak with an altitude of more than a thousand meters to the south, a not very wide river to the east, and to the northeast , there is also a human village downstream of the river.

Judging from the uniforms, armor, and peculiar architecture of the guards on the low walls of the village, it was certain that there was no ethnic group Mo Yan knew about here. After all, it is unlikely that any race on Earth would be in this strange place with three moons of different colors in the sky at night. These villagers are all extremely strong, and even women who don't look very strong kill people without blinking an eye. They are completely standard fighting people. This was the conclusion he came to after Mo Yan ordered two hundred goblins to attack the village, and then watched these fighting nations chop all the invading goblins into pieces in less than twenty minutes.

You can't imagine at all that an aunt who was plowing the fields just now (when it's about to rain, the Salt people will plow the ground in advance), suddenly wields a big sword and slashes everywhere, while the delicate girl who was just planting cauliflowers on the grass, He took out a small crossbow from under his skirt and started shooting around. A man with a white beard wielded a sledgehammer, turning the intact goblins into minced meat.

That assault gave Mo Yan a preliminary understanding of the human combat power in this strange place. If those two hundred goblins weren't running around causing chaos to provide cover for other thieving goblins, the battle would have ended much earlier.

That village is probably the closest to the forest. Mo Yan continued to bite the grass roots in his mouth, feeling the sweetness in his mouth. Except for the high mountain in the south, which Mo Yan did not climb because he thought it would be too troublesome, and the villages in the northeast, the other directions were covered with forests within two days' journey. Hey! Move the fire away! It's too close!

After hearing Mo Yan's order, the fire goblin quickly moved the burning wood slightly away with his hands. Because these fire goblins were allergic to water, they were lucky enough to hide in Mo Yan's special cave. When Mo Yan was exploring the forest, Mo Yan was shocked by the variety of goblins everywhere. Mo Yan had never thought that a race could develop to the point where it could fully adapt to the different characteristics of various climates on land, sea, and air. The brown tree goblins were good at climbing trees, the red-skinned fire goblins were not afraid of fire but were afraid of water, and the green cave goblins.

Although Mo Yan has never seen a desert, Mo Yan thinks that even in the desert where life is forbidden, these goblins will be everywhere like cockroaches! However, this also solved Mo Yan's labor problem. The goblins who were large in number and liked to attach themselves to powerful monsters were the best coolies.

For example, the wall Mo Yan is building now. To encircle the area within 200 meters of the cave, if there were not more than a thousand goblins that Mo Yan had conquered in the past three months to build it, it would probably take Mo Yan and a tauren to complete it even next year. Sigh... It would be nice if I were stronger. Mo Yan sighed as he watched another goblin being smashed into a pulp by the logs used as the wall material in the rain.

In the past three months, Mo Yan also saw many strange monsters, many of which were much stronger than goblins. At first, Mo Yan wanted to communicate with these guys, but after killing the fifth idiot who shouted: Beef! and then pounced on him, Mo Yan gave up this naive idea. Maybe the relationship between monsters is eating and being eaten. Anyway, Mo Yan doesn't want to communicate with those monsters that have weird looks and IQs.

As a tauren, Mo Yan doesn't want to NTR anyone now. From the fact that after he got the tools, the first thing he thought of was to build a wall to surround himself, it can be seen that Mo Yan is very insecure now. Now that he has come to a strange world, there are probably many creatures stronger than him, such as dragons and so on.

Human beings' attitude towards monsters is: Dead monsters are good monsters! And monsters' attitude towards monsters is: There is a lone minotaur in front. His protein is five times that of beef. Without the head, It’s edible!” The former wanted to kill Mo Yan when he saw him, while the latter wanted to eat it.

I don't want to die! Mo Yan looked up to the sky and screamed: I don't want to be killed by weird monsters or people in such a weird place!

Head...head? This shout frightened the fire goblin who had crowded the originally large cave.

Wait until the rain stops! Give me a new hole next to it immediately! I couldn't help but feel angry. When I thought about how the originally spacious place was crowded with these goblins who couldn't touch water, I felt angry. Mo Yan's heart rose, and two streams of hot air spurted out from Mo Yan's nostrils. His scarlet eyes looked fierce and said: I've had enough!

Did you hear that? Aruba. A Salt warrior asked his companions in a camp in the forest.

Yeah. The warrior named Aruba said with a strange tremor on his scarred face: It's unmistakable. This is the cry of a minotaur. It shouldn't be very far from here.

Haha... The warrior looked at the strange twitching on Aruba's face, laughed and drank the mead in the horn of his hand, and said: Do you still remember the tauren who knocked you off the cliff? Maybe this is Maybe that guy is resurrected.”

Then kill him once! Aruba took the horns from the warriors, scooped up the mead from the barrel in the middle of the tent, took a sip and said, The scars on my face will always remind me not to let go. Better than any tauren!

By the way, hasn't Emily found her warrior yet? The warrior looked at the heavy rain outside the tent and started chatting about home affairs: She's not too young either.

Alas... Aruba was also a little troubled when his sister's marriage was mentioned: Yes, she is already twenty years old. The children of girls of the same age as her are already running around the village. I also said I’ve beaten her many times, but she just doesn’t like the boys in the village.”

Perhaps we should take her to the city to have a look? the soldier suggested: There are many good boys aged fifteen or sixteen in the city, and there should be someone suitable. Emily's waist and breasts are so good, they can definitely be raised. Come up with a strong warrior.

In the city? Aruba touched his chin and considered: Maybe it's a good suggestion. I heard that the Mad Bear Warriors have recruited a lot of good guys. Maybe we can look for them from there...

Quake quack~~~ At this moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded not far from the tent, stopping Aruba's words.

Another group of little lemures. Aruba picked up the battle ax at hand, tested the edge, and said to the warrior who had already taken out the giant sword: Listen to this cry, there are estimated to be more than two hundred of them.

So little, it doesn't even count as exercise after meals. The soldier twisted his slightly stiff neck and made a sound like exploding beans.

Yes. Aruba opened the curtain of the tent and looked at the surrounding grass. He looked at the blue eyes in the grass and said with a smile: Then let's compete, Kuru. One hundred for each person. , whoever finishes the killing last will have no wine to drink!

Haha! Kuru put the sword on his shoulder and laughed and said, It seems like you won't be able to drink tonight.

Hmph... Aruba split a little lemure that jumped out of the grass next to it into two pieces with an ax and said, I'm one head ahead now.

Kuru shrugged, smashed the two little lemures that jumped at him into pieces and said, I'm in the lead now.

The rain... has been falling, and the sound of rain hitting the leaves in the forest completely covered the shouts of the little lemures in the rain. The Satyr people once again began to clean up during the rainy season. ———————————————————————— Post more comments and vote more for recommendations! The God of Suzumiya is watching you!