Chapter 86 Battle of the Horsemen

Centaurs are a strange tribe, stranger than merfolk.

The upper part of their body is humanoid, and the lower part is the same as that of a horse. However, they are not half-human, half-beast hybrids, they are born that way.

Centaurs have the same intelligence as humans, but they don't like magic and prefer to be close to nature.

Therefore, they never wore clothes, and the tools they used were still bows, swords, and spears.

When they have nothing to do, the centaurs will gather in groups of threes and fives, focusing all their attention on interpreting natural phenomena.

Like...look at the stars.

But centaurs like to round the corners and get no straightforward answer from them. The way they speak is always very OO tonight.

The moon is really bright tonight. At this time, there are only a few stars in the sky.

William and the others could guess with their toes, which one Firenze wanted to say.

"Since you have seen it, you shouldn't be in the forbidden forest."

Firenze had a good temper. He was not angry, but looked at the pool of blood on the ground worriedly.

"Hagrid brought you here?"

"No, we're just here to pick psychedelic mushrooms," William explained.

"Without Hagrid's protection, you young wizards shouldn't come to the Forbidden Forest at night." Firenze said angrily, "Now, hurry back to the castle!"

"We'll go back right away," Fred said perfunctorily. "By the way, a unicorn was injured. Did you see anything?"

Firenze didn't answer right away. He stared up unblinkingly, then sighed again, "It's always the innocent who suffer first."

"It's been like this for hundreds of years, and it's still like this now."

"That's right," Cedric said, "so we want to help that unicorn."

"However, Mars is very bright tonight." Firenze finally said this nonsense.

That's what good fortune-tellers are like, always saying ambiguous things that leave you scratching your head.

William shrugged and sighed: "Yeah, due to its small size and large orbital eccentricity, Mars' apparent magnitude varies greatly, so its brightness is uncertain, but overall, it still exhibits periodic changes."

"Seriously, Firenze, if you want, I could spend a semester teaching you basic physics, and gravity.

By the way, teach you the world through Muggle eyes. "

William did not believe in so-called astrology.

The prophecy of Nico is understandable, after all, magic does not belong to the four basic forces, it can show some specialities.

But how can your astrology predict the future?

Co-authoring Mars brighter, not because it is close to the earth, but the guidance of fate?

If William believed in astrology, he felt it was an insult to his previous education.

Firenze shook his head and retorted: "Muggle observations are indeed unique.

But can they reveal why the universe exists?

Can they answer why your so-called 'gravity' came into being?

Can they explain why all things come from? "

"Can you answer that?" William raised his eyebrows.

"Neither can I," Firenze said calmly: "Humans observe various phenomena and obtain various knowledge, but we centaurs observe the world and then acquire various knowledge.

Essentially, there is no difference. "

"Well, we won't argue with you about these academic issues." William said seriously: "Firenze, have you seen that unicorn?

We take it back now,

Let Madam Pomfrey heal her, she's not a veterinarian, but her medical conditions are better than your tribe's. "

"My clan is still looking, and tonight a strange thing broke into the forbidden forest." Firenze finally said something useful.

William and the others quietly listened to Firenze explaining what was strange, but he didn't say anything in the end, just shook his head gently:

"Leave quickly, I think your psychedelic mushrooms have been picked by Snape."

"I saw him sneaking up at the end of this path before."

"..."

Fred's angry nose was crooked, and he said angrily: "We stole so much dragon dung from Professor Sprout to fertilize the psychedelic mushrooms, and Snape taught him how shameless!"

Picking peaches at a critical moment, Professor Snape's evaluation in the hearts of several people dropped a few points.

What else does William want to say?

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of fire in the distance.

"It's my clan!" Firenze stretched out his four legs and rushed over.

William and the others also ran towards the place where the fire was lit.

When they arrived, the surroundings were in a mess, and countless trees were broken.

There were hundreds of centaurs, all with short spears in their hands and huge bows on their backs.

Not far from the centaurs, there was a wizard, standing in front of a huge lake, wearing a thick hood, his face could not be seen clearly.

The clothes were soaked with silver blood, in contrast to the original black robe, layered upon layers, like an ink landscape painting.

The wizard held a unicorn in his hand, bit it on the unicorn's neck, and sucked blood recklessly.

The unicorn struggled twice before dying.

After the wizard had eaten his fill, he threw the unicorn on the ground, wiped the blood all over his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ah, comfortable, this magical blood makes me feel comfortable."

Then he pointed to the dead body on the ground, "I killed it, whoever wants to kill me, come!

You've been following me for so long, I guess I'm getting impatient, right? "

No one spoke.

The blood-robed wizard seemed to grin, and then said, "Don't worry, I don't have the ability to kill all the centaurs for the time being, and my strength has only recovered a little.

However, I think it's time to teach you stragglers a lesson so that you won't stop me from eating.

How about killing half of it? "

"What did you call us?!" shouted a wild-looking black centaur.

The surrounding centaurs let out a low roar, and the wizard's words angered them.

The black centaur standing at the front suddenly drew his bow like a full moon, the bowstring collapsed with a loud bang, and shot an arrow at the wizard.

The other two burly men and horses with big bows also followed suit. They didn't need to deliberately prepare their heads.

Three sharp and sharp arrows pierced the air one after another, and the arrows pierced the wizard's face with precision.

The level of people and horses making weapons may not be as good as that of fairies, but they also have their own uniqueness.

Ancient incantations are engraved on each arrow feather, enough to easily defeat magic like armor.

But the wizard didn't move, and the three feather arrows hovered in the air so quietly, maintaining a slanting stab.

The wizard raised his head slightly, and the three arrow feathers ignited hot black fire, and in an instant, they shot backhand at a faster speed.

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