v3 Chapter 119： Benissa

To the old chief's reply, Dorn was very indifferent.

Even, he felt that the Tauren leadership would make him reasonable.

Imagine that the Minotaurs have lived in this ruin for thousands of years and have been trapped for thousands of years. They have been fighting against the Cretan bulls in the temple for generations, and the tribesmen have made countless sacrifices.

And at this time, suddenly a stranger broke into their group, and it came up with a sentence-wdnmd!

I will take you to fight!

Give me fifty of the strongest tauren, and I will use my special ability to lead them to push away the Cretan bulls that your generations have been unable to deal with!

As long as it is a normal-minded leader, it is impossible to make a decision immediately with gratitude and tears.

Even though Don’s suggestion is really tempting.

What if his ability is effective for the teleportation array that enters the ruins from the outside world, but it is not effective for the teleportation array that enters the temple?

Take a step back, even if Don's ability has an effect on the Temple Teleportation Array.

What if, under his leadership, all the young and young Tauren in the 50s have added meals to the Cretan bulls?

The results of failure are not necessarily affordable for the Minotaurs.

More than fifty young and strong tauren are downsizing, can the ethnic group resist the invasion of the monsters in the maze? Can you still hold the three gathering places normally?

In addition, competition is a tradition left over for thousands of years.

Let this airborne Mr. Donne go directly over this traditional process of talent selection and lead the tauren to crusade against the Cretan bull.

It's better to say that if you lose, it will inevitably cause the tauren people to be dissatisfied with the upper-level decision-making.

In the worst case scenario, when riots occur, the young and strong are not strong enough, and the entire ethnic group will be swept by an unprecedented huge human disaster.

As the leader of the tauren, Kane must consider all the possible consequences before he can make a decision.

After Dorn and Old Qizi both left the chief’s long house, the discussion between the two tauren elders had not stopped.

"Tamara, we are going to gather other elders in the race to discuss this matter." Chief Kane said.

"Discussion? What is there to discuss? If you want me to say it, you should directly let the young guy challenge the bull. The teleportation array outside is only opened once in seven years. In the materials and books left by the ancestors, there is never any record of having with him. Outsiders with similar abilities appear. This is the opportunity the mother **** gives us, the only opportunity that is unique!"

The old shaman was emotional.

"I know, I know. But we can't ignore the consequences. We have to discuss this matter with other elders." Kane shook his bull nose.

"Discussion, you old things and those conservative old stubbornly get together, what results can you discuss?"

"Tamara, what do you mean? When we disagree, we should discuss the matter instead of attacking each other with words, let alone how much younger you are than me?"

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Before the other elders in the tribe came, the chief and the shaman had already been arguing over the problems caused by Donne.

Finally, after clamoring, the old chief showed his pair of old horns to the old shaman to demonstrate.

The old shaman was not to be outdone, and used his witch to smash the old chief’s head.

Two elders, who were one hundred and fifty years old, trembling and shaking each other's hands, the scene was thrilling.

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Dorn and Old Chitz, after leaving the chief’s long room, returned to the passage.

The old adventurer has already greeted the chief, and then he is going to see his daughter.

And Don, who was a little curious about Benissa, who was half bull head and half human, naturally followed Old Qizi.

In the passage, the light emitted by the light feather net can illuminate all the spaces.

The two only humans in the ruins, one old and one young, walked in the bright passage, not walking fast, and seemed to be thinking about the shaman.

"Mr. Donne, are you really going to crusade the Cretan bull?" After a few more steps, Old Chitz asked suddenly.

"Of course, I am here for this." Dorn answered naturally.

"Do you really think the bull can be defeated?"

Perhaps because his tauren spouse died in the temple, Old Chizi has always been pessimistic about the crusade against the Cretan bull.

"How can you know if you don't try it?" Don just shrugged.

In contrast, he is more optimistic about the single-player boss of Raiders.

First of all, in the eyes of Donne, the bull in the temple is certainly not invincible.

Anyway, as long as he fights with the Cretan Bull, he will definitely see the opponent's health bar. And as long as you see the blood bar, you will feel a little more confident psychologically.

That is the self-confidence that has been cultivated as a game player for a long time-as long as you dare to show the health bar, the gods will kill it for you.

Not to mention a cow.

In addition, according to the prompts given by the system, the difficulty of single-player books is lower than that of ordinary books.

In other words, the combat effectiveness of the Cretan Bull should be weaker than the BOSS Bullfrog and the Demon Baphomet.

And Donne's current strength has been greatly improved compared to the time when he attacked the previous two BOSS.

Even, he still got a bug in this single-player book. In theory, he could bring a book of tauren to the temple to charge fearlessly.

Think about it this way, UU reading feels that the winning side is still not small.

Old Qizi didn't reply, and the two of them walked through the passage one after another and returned to the corridor of the original large tauren habitat.

This time there is no need for the tauren guards to lead the way.

Old Qizi climbed down the wooden rope ladder, passed a few wooden platforms, and came to the ground.

Along the way, many tauren looked up and down curiously, some of them even recognized Old Qizi and greeted him kindly.

The old adventurer nodded hello to the tauren who greeted him, and then walked all the way to a large dome with red and green totem poles and red and green totem poles painted with colorful war patterns.

Dorn followed him as usual.

"Benisa, my...cough, are you there?" Old Chitz cleared his throat outside the tent.

It seems that this should be his daughter’s residence.

"Yes, please come in." A calm, slightly thick girl voice came from inside.

Old Qizi didn't push the door for the first time, but now the door was anxious for a while.

Until, the door of the tent opened by itself.

Standing behind the door is a young woman with white hair and red eyes. Judging from the human perception, she is probably in her early twenties.

She should be the daughter of old Chitz, Benissa.

Benissa's appearance is completely different from the tauren that Dorn saw along the way, more like a human being.

She doesn't have a cow's head. The Minotaur's characteristics are only the crimson horns on the top of her head, the ox tail that keeps flapping behind her hips, and the hooves under her feet.

Except for these places, the other parts visible to the naked eye are no different from human girls.