Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 151 Tauren Players and Tauren Tribes

the other side.

Somewhere in the central part of the continent, on the edge of the ruins of a minotaur tribe.

The night was thick and dark, the moonlight was obscured by heavy clouds, and only a few stars twinkled faintly overhead. An indescribable sense of anxiety permeated the air, like the oppressive atmosphere before an impending storm.

In this darkness, space suddenly distorted.

A figure appeared out of thin air.

It was a minotaur, a strong body over two meters tall, covered with short, thick brown hair, and a pair of curved bull horns on its head that gleamed eerily in the night.

He was wearing simple leather armor and holding a rusty battle axe; he looked like a newbie who had just come out of the beginner village.

Minos Crete.

This is the ID he gave himself.

At this moment, the Tauren player was standing still, looking completely bewildered.

He clearly remembered that just a few seconds ago, he was still in the game world of YGGDRASIL, standing on an open field in the wilderness, waiting for the server to shut down.

As a veteran player who has played for over a decade and poured countless hours of effort into the game, he specially equipped himself with his strongest gear at the last moment, preparing to say a final goodbye to the game.

Then, a huge fist shadow appeared in the sky.

The fist was ridiculously large, obscuring the sky; in just a blink, everything went black before his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was here.

Minos was puzzled for a moment, then realized that he had probably traveled through time.

But if I've transmigrated, why didn't I bring my level 100 max-level game account with me? Instead, I brought a level 1 starting account?

The Tauren player looked at his beginner gear and was full of question marks.

"What's going on?" Minos looked down at his equipment and checked his backpack, completely dumbfounded.

Beginner leather armor, beginner battle axe, three bottles of basic healing potions, and a piece of dry rations.

Gone.

His hard work of more than ten years, countless rare materials, and meticulously crafted [divine] and [legendary] equipment were all gone.

More importantly, his level 100 attributes have been completely reduced to level 1, making him extremely weak at this moment.

"Damn it—" Minos couldn't help but curse, "I've already transmigrated, why did they have to wipe out my account too?"

He tried to bring up the system interface to "Exit Game", but there was no such button.

The only consolation was that he had a ball of thread in his hand that was so thin it was almost invisible; this was his world-class artifact.

With this world-class item, he can escape safely even in the most dangerous situations.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness." Minos breathed a sigh of relief. "If even this were gone, I would truly be a lamb to the slaughter."

He looked around.

This is a desolate wilderness, with mountains in the distance and forests nearby.

A strange scent filled the air, not the kind of carefully designed but ultimately meaningless scent found in games, but a real, complex smell, a blend of grass, trees, and earth.

He could even feel the touch of the wind blowing through his hair.

That's so true.

He has probably really traveled through time now.

Minos took a deep breath and decided to figure out the situation first.

He carried the broken axe and cautiously walked towards the firelight not far away. There seemed to be a tribe there.

It was indeed a tribe, but it was so dilapidated it was heartbreaking.

A few crooked wooden huts, several bonfires about to go out, and some figures lying on the ground groaning. The air was filled with the stench of blood and decay, a mixture that made one want to vomit.

As Minos approached, he heard a wary growl.

Several minotaurs rushed out of the shadows, clutching various crude weapons: wooden clubs, stone axes, and even a sharpened stick. Their eyes were fierce, their muscles taut, and they looked ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Then they saw who it was.

He is also a minotaur.

The fierce looks softened slightly, but the guard was still not completely down.

One of the slightly older minotaurs stepped forward and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Where do you come from? What do you want?"

Minos was stunned; he could actually understand what the other person was saying.

He quickly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm: "My name is Minos Crete, and I am a traveler from afar. I have just arrived in this place and am not very familiar with the situation. I just wanted to ask for directions—"

"A traveler?" The older minotaur looked him up and down, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Still daring to wander around outside at a time like this?"

Several minotaurs nearby began to whisper among themselves.

"He said he was a traveler? Where did he come from?"

"I don't know, but he certainly doesn't look like one of those guys."

"How could those guys possibly let minotaurs be spies? They'd eat us alive!"

"That makes sense."

Amidst the whispers, the older minotaur waved his hand, signaling the others to remain calm.

He looked at Minos and sighed, "Guest, no matter where you come from, take my advice and leave this place immediately. This is not a place for you."

Minos was about to ask something else when suddenly a sharp scream pierced the night sky.

"Oh no! The human demon army is catching up!"

The tribe was instantly thrown into chaos.

Those wounded soldiers who were lying on the ground groaning suddenly found strength from somewhere, and struggled to their feet and ran away.

Some people fell and were trampled over by those behind them; some knocked over the campfire, sending sparks flying; and some simply threw down their weapons and disappeared into the night without looking back.

"Damn it! How did they find this place?"

"It must be that traveler! He's a spy!"

"Run! Run!"

The older minotaur quickly stepped forward and said, "Scattering and running away like this will only lead to us being caught like turtles in a jar by the humans. Everyone, listen to my command."

However, no tauren obeyed the old tauren's commands at all.

All the minotaurs who weren't seriously injured fled, leaving only some seriously injured minotaurs who couldn't move.

At that moment, it seemed as if a flock of crows flew across the sky, cawing loudly.

In less than a minute, only a few seriously wounded men who could no longer run and the old minotaur, who was injured in the leg and could not run, remained in the tribe.

Minos stood there, completely stunned.

What's going on?

Humans? Demon Army?

Can these two words be combined?

The older minotaur, seeing his state, was both anxious and angry: "What are you standing there for! Run!"

Minos stood still, not moving, but instead asked the older minotaur, "Why are you running away? What's so scary about humans?"

Seeing Minos's clueless expression, as if he truly knew nothing, the older minotaur said, "I'm beginning to believe you really are a traveler from afar. Carry me away from here; this is not a place to linger."

Minos snapped out of his daze and pointed at the seriously wounded: "Where are they?"

The older tauren glanced at the group, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but it quickly turned cold: "They can't leave. If they stay, they can be used as bait to buy some time."

Minos was stunned.

bait?

He looked at the seriously wounded, who lay on the ground with empty eyes and expressionless faces. It wasn't the kind of emptiness that comes from fearlessness, but rather—the emptiness of having completely lost hope.

It's as if being alive and being dead makes no difference to them anymore.

Minos felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

He grabbed the older minotaur's arm: "What on earth happened? What are those human demon armies?"

The older minotaur stumbled as he was pulled, stamping his feet in frustration: "No time to explain! Carry me and run! I'll tell you on the way!"

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Minos hesitated for a moment.

Then he bent down and carried the old man on his back.

Just as he turned to run, he couldn't help but glance back in that direction, the direction from which the "human demon army" had come.

Then he saw it.

In the pitch-black night, countless eyes lit up on the distant horizon.

Those eyes shone with a golden light, like burning embers, like molten gold, densely packed and overwhelming.

They didn't blink or flicker; they just stared straight at us, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their prey.

Minos's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Those are not human eyes.

Human eyes do not emit light in the dark.

He no longer had time to think, and carrying the older minotaur on his back, he ran frantically in the opposite direction.

Behind them, those golden eyes drew ever closer.

The wind howled, and the night grew deeper.

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