"The world of blood and fire, that's a man's world." -------------------------- Said Liu Zhenhan.
*********************************************************************
Standing in front of Liu Zhenhan were a group of Tauren from the Buer Tribe, each holding an old oil lamp and supporting themselves with a crude walking stick.
There were eight Tauren altogether. Their skin was a misty white with a hint of blue. They were dressed in tattered clothes, as ragged as cotton scraps. They were hunched over, their golden fur had turned into an eerie shade of grey that fluttered rhythmically.
What was even stranger was that their bodies appeared transparent under the dim light emitted by the lamps in their hands. After focusing on them for a moment, they would appear faint, as if existing and non-existing things were passing through their eyes and minds.
