"Minotaur?"
Hottel and the others were all startled when they saw the newcomer. Their subordinates had clearly reported that this was human territory, which was why they had chosen a secluded cave to rest in temporarily. They had feared alerting the local humans; if they attracted an army, their current situation would become extremely unfavorable.
Especially with Lady Jessica seriously injured.
"Grandpa Savon, Billier, do you have any healing potions? Help check Lady Jessica's condition..." Hottel first instructed the priests, then turned toward the suddenly appeared Minotaur and demanded sternly, "Who are you?"
The cave was pitch-black. By relying on the faint Fire Element, Hottel could barely make out the Minotaur ten meters away. He was tall, with sturdy bones and thick fur. He was a full size larger than ordinary Minotaurs and seemed to be an elite Minotaur, or perhaps even royalty.
Minotaurs had royalty as well. The Hollin Clan of the Northern Grassland and the Bloodhoof Clan were both great Minotaur clans. The question was, why had a Minotaur with such a pure bloodline appeared here?
"Why have you appeared here?" The Minotaur casually found a place to sit and asked, tilting his head, "This isn't orc territory, is it?"
As he spoke, the Minotaur glanced toward Jessica in the distance and thought to himself, A blue spirit? Did that group outside bring her in? Perfect. I can ask around...
Seeing the Minotaur sit down beside them without any defenses, the group of orcs relaxed slightly. In such an unfamiliar environment, encountering one of their own always eased their nerves somewhat...
"We're orcs from the Gale Tribe..." Hottel stepped forward and gave a tribal salute. "I'm Hottel, chief of the Gale Tribe. Mighty Minotaur warrior, could you tell me your name?"
The Minotaur frowned slightly at this. The