Chapter 275 Three Suggestions

Dorn then asked some detailed questions based on the information that Old Chitz had voluntarily spoken out.

Later, he learned that the time when this tauren labyrinth was forcibly closed was the fifteenth day after entering it.

Unlike the two ruins I encountered earlier, [Venomous Relic] and [Devil’s Lair] are all seven days old.

I don’t know if this is the special single-player dungeon that is special, or whether the forced kick-out time of each relic is inherently different.



Before he landed on the island, Dorn told Captain Sparrow that he would come to pick him up on the sinking island in ten days.

It now appears that he has made the mistake of empiricism.

Laugh to death.

After entering the Tauren Maze, it took ten days to get out.

However, compared with the strategy [Minotaur Labyrinth], this is only a trivial matter.

Anyway, there is an old Qizi now, and when Sparrow and others return to this sea area in ten days, they can entrust him to communicate.

In addition, Dorn also learned that on the fourteenth day after the outside world entered the ruins teleportation array opened, the teleportation array leading to the temple in the ruins would be opened.

The talent selection contest [Blood and Horn] held by the tauren people started the day after the outside world entered the ruins teleportation array opened.

That is Houtian.

“It seems that the operating rules behind this special single-player copy are somewhat different from those of ordinary copies, but they are basically the same.”

After collecting and sorting out the information from the old Chitz, Dorn came to this conclusion in his heart.

“Then, Mr. Chitz, can you elaborate on the rules of [Blood and Horn] fighting?”

After clearing up the question of time, Donne started a new topic.

“Yeah. [Blood and Horn] The competition is divided into two big rounds. The first round is a melee. All participants in the competition will have a fierce battle in the arena for unlimited time. In the fierce battle, you can finally The eight people who remain standing will enter the second round of competition.” Old Qizi answered all the questions.

“Melee? It sounds a bit messy.” Donne touched his chin.

“It’s very messy, but it is indeed the style of the Minotaurs.” Old Qizi nodded, “The eight people who won the first round will start the second round after a five-day break. This time. It is one-on-one, the winner advances, the loser is eliminated, until the Minotaur warrior who will finally challenge the Cretan Bulls is selected.”

“I see. The [Blood and Horns] competition of the Minotaurs allows foreign human adventurers to participate? I mean, have you participated before?” Dorn asked again.

He is naturally interested in this [Blood and Horn] competition.

After all, the purpose of Dorn’s trip is to navigate the [Minotaur Labyrinth], obtain special rewards, and try to further understand the information related to the relics of the gods and get closer to the truth.



The prerequisite for this purpose is that he has the qualification to enter the temple alone to challenge the Boss Cretan Bull.

“[Blood and Horn] Competition allows foreign adventurers to participate.” In this regard, Old Qizi first gave a positive answer, and then his eyes were a little trance, as if he was lost in memory:

“When I entered this ruin for the first time, I participated in a competition. At that time, I was relatively young, and luckily passed the first round of melee. However, in the second round of one-on-one competitions, Lost to Nagrand.”

“Uh… Nagrand?” Dorn raised his eyebrows slightly.

After talking about it, why have you unlocked new characters?

Moreover, the name sounds like a woman.

Oh, that’s not right. If you analyze it in context, it should be said that it looks like a female tauren.

“Nagrand is Benissa’s mother.” Old Qizi said calmly.

“Oh, that’s how it is, that’s how it is.”

Dorn nodded, not commenting on this, and did not take the initiative to go to the love story between Mr. Eight Trigrams and his tauren spouse that crossed the racial divide.

On the contrary, the old Qizi added a few more words spontaneously: “Mr. Don, if you are interested in the [Blood and Horn] competition of the Minotaurs, as a person who comes by, I can give you three suggestions.”

“Listen thoroughly.”

“First.” Old Kizby drew a finger:

“Whether it is the first round of melee or the second round of one-on-one competitions, if you encounter a situation that you can’t beat, you must surrender in time. As long as you surrender fast enough, you will be less injured and you will not worry about your life. .”

“Second.” Old Qizi stretched out another finger:

“In the second round of the one-on-one competition, the Minotaurs had an unwritten rule. If you really want to participate in [Blood and Horn], you should know it in advance. I…I didn’t know this at the time. ——”

“On the day after the end of the one-on-one competition, the loser must unconditionally obey the winner until the next morning.”

“Huh?” Dorn, who was patiently listening to the advice, frowned, “Unconditionally obey, until the morning? Uh, it sounds…whatever you do?”

I always feel that this unwritten rule is weird.

“Well, anything is fine.” Old Qizi nodded.

After being stunned by Donne’s “friendly conversation” and voluntarily giving up the right to enter the ruins of the gods, the old adventurer always talked about the things in the ruins with great interest.

From the current conversation, Dorn already knows that Old Chitz first came into contact with the [Minotaur Labyrinth] when he was in his thirties and was in his prime.

Then, until now, about 20 years have passed, and he has kept the secret of the existence of this ruin.

Maybe he needed to talk to people about the experiences and experiences in the ruins long ago.

After all, it is not a very pleasant thing for a person to keep secrets and rich experiences without being able to speak out.

Probably because of this emotional psychology and the alcohol that just ingested into the body, Old Qizi took the initiative to speak slowly with a kind of trance:

“Let’s put it this way, after the night I lost to Nagrand, there was Benissa.”

Don:? ? ?

Under the stimulus of such a shocking topic, Don pretended to reach out to take the thick-walled glass wine glass in front of him, and then realized that the iced draft beer in the glass had been drunk long ago, so he took it back angrily.

What did you hear?

Sure enough, at the full table, there is always a chance to hear some hot news and topics…

And the old Qizi still continued to speak in that trance and faint tone:

“Of course, I didn’t know this at the time. I only learned about it when I entered the ruins for the second time seven years later. Only then, Benissa was seven years old.”

“I remember when Benissa was seven years old, she was a healthy and lively little girl, able to run, jump and fight very well. Nagrand said that she can hold many male Minotaurs of the same age who are stronger than her. In the mud.”

“Oh, it’s amazing, isn’t it, Mr. Don? I can actually give birth to such a daughter, just like her mother, a tough fighter.”

When talking about her daughter, the expression on Old Qizi’s face was a bit more vivid, but it seemed to have a little guilt and self-blame: “It’s a pity that I can’t watch her grow up.”

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