Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

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

Even he thought it was reasonable for the Tauren leadership to let him [go back and wait for notification].

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 ethnic group, and came up with a sentence-wdnmd!

I will take you to fight!

Give me fifty of the strongest tauren, and I will use my own special abilities to lead them to push away the Cretan bulls that you have not been able to deal with for generations!

Anyone who is a normal-minded leader cannot immediately make a decision with gratitude and tears.

Even though Don's suggestion is really tempting.

But 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?

Taking a step back, even Don's ability is effective on the Temple Teleportation Array.

But what if, under his leadership, all the young and young Tauren No. 50 have added meals to the Cretan bulls?

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

With more than fifty young tauren 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, the [Blood and Horn] competition is also a tradition left over for thousands of years.

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

Fortunately, if you win, as long as you lose, it will inevitably cause the tauren people to be dissatisfied with the upper-level decision-making.

In the worst case, when riots occur, and the young and strong are not strong enough, the entire ethnic group will be swept by an unprecedented huge man-made 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 clan to discuss this matter." Chief Kane said.

"Discussion? What is there to discuss? If I want to tell you, you should directly let the young guy challenge the Bulls. The teleportation array outside is only opened every seven years. In the materials and books left by the ancestors, there is never any record of having a relationship with him. Outsiders with similar abilities appear. This is the opportunity the mother god gives us, the only opportunity that is unique!"

The old shaman was emotional.

"I know, I know. But we can't ignore the consequences. This matter must be discussed with other Elders." Kane shook his own bull nose.

"Discussion, you old things and those conservative old stubbornly get together, what can be the result of the discussion?"

"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?"

"..."

"..."

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

In the end, arguing, the old chief showed his own pair of old horns to the old shaman to demonstrate.

The old shaman was not to be outdone, and used his own wand to smash the old chief's head.

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

...

Don and Old Chitz returned to the passage after leaving the chief's long room.

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

In the ruins, the two only human beings, one old and one young, walked in the bright passage, and their steps were not fast. They all seemed to be thinking about shaman matters.

"Mr. Donne, are you really going to attack the Cretan Bull?" Old Chitz asked suddenly after a few more steps.

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

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

Perhaps because the own 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 other's health bars. 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 your health bar, God will kill it for you.

Not to mention a cow.

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

In other words, the overall combat effectiveness of the Cretan Bull should be weaker than the BOSS Bullfrog and Devil Bafeng.

And Don's current strength, compared to the previous two BOSS Raiders, already has a very large Ascension.

Even, he still stuck a bug in this single-player book, and theoretically he could bring a book of tauren to the temple to charge fearlessly.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the winning side is still not small.

Old Qizi didn't reply, and the two went through the passage one after another and returned to the original cloister of the 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, and some of them 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 domed tent with colorful war patterns painted with red and green totem poles outside the door.

Donne 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 was anxious at the door 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 human perception, she is probably in her early twenties.

She should be the daughter of old Chitz, Benissa.

Benissa's appearance was completely different from the tauren Dorn had seen along the way, more like a human being.

She doesn't have a cow's head, and 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.

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