Chapter 1,239 The Centaurs' Secret Weapon

"The Troubles of a Young Wizard ()"

"I'm sorry, father, I failed to live up to your expectations of me. I was unable to bring the warriors back safely." Malas lay weakly on the bumpy cart, and his elderly father personally pulled him forward.

The old chief shook his head gently, his face full of kindness: "Don't blame yourself, my dear child, you bought crucial time for the tribe's retreat. You and those children who didn't come back alive are all heroes of the tribe."

"I have learned about the battle. I can only say, child, you are not wrong. Even if I were in this situation, I couldn't do better than you. You are great." The old chief said softly: "It's not that you didn't do well enough, but the enemy is too strong and too strange."

"Weakness is the original sin. This world is the law of the jungle. We can only dominate our own destiny if we are strong. We are not afraid of powerful enemies, but cunning enemies are more difficult to deal with. This time, the enemies are powerful and cunning. They are more difficult to deal with than ogres."

"This world is a closed small world. The ancestors and ogres fell here and started a thousand-year-long struggle. In the end, the powerful ogres were defeated by us and almost died. We, the Centaurs, became the masters of this world. In In the time of our ancestors, we lived in a precarious situation. The ogres were no less powerful than the current enemies. They were even more powerful and just as ferocious. "

"With their strong will and clever wisdom, our ancestors gradually recovered from their disadvantages and finally turned the tide of the war and defeated the ogres."

"Child, powerful enemies are not scary. What is scary is that we are really scared and lose our fighting spirit. The enemy is not invincible. You and those brave children have proved this. You killed a large number of enemy warriors and protected the tribe to complete the transfer, preserving the hope of the tribe. One day, the children of the tribe will grow up, we will become stronger and stronger, and the enemy will only become weaker and weaker under our hunting. "

"Child, you are my son, the next chief of our tribe, you must learn to be strong!" The old chief patted his son on the shoulder and turned back to continue pulling the cart. However, the old chief, who was originally full of confidence, now looked gloomy and had no excitement just now. He gave the excitement to his son and carried the burden on his shoulders.

The Centaurs are excellent herbalists. After eating a pile of grass, Maras was able to walk on his own. However, the other injured Centaurs did not recover so quickly and could only lie on the car temporarily and be pulled forward by their comrades.

As night fell, the Kashi River flowed quietly. The warmth brought by the bonfire in the forest dispelled the cold at night. The old chief listened to his son's advice and chose to move forward along the river.

Although it was just a battle, Maras saw a lot of things. After his father's enlightenment, he regained his fighting spirit and gave his father some advice. The old chief was very satisfied with his son's condition and decided to change the direction of advance on the spot. He gave up the mountains and jungles and chose to move forward along the Kashi River.

Water is the source of life. The Kashi River is the river of life for the Centaurs, the mother river. Because they were dragging their families, their speed of advancement was a little slow, but they still left the enemy behind.

"We have entered the hunting area of ​​the Qiulin tribe. We will see their tribe ten miles away tomorrow morning. The Qiulin tribe has a close relationship with our Youhe tribe and often has intermarriages. I originally planned to let you marry the youngest daughter of the Qiulin family next year, but I never thought..." The old chief couldn't help shaking his head when he said this. It's really not the time to talk about this. Survival is indeed the most important thing.

"Father, the hell demons are cruel, cunning, and fearless. I am not afraid of these, but their numbers..." Maras got rid of the love affair and shifted the topic to the most serious but unavoidable problem.

"The appearance of the hell demon is a major event related to the life and death of the entire Centaur tribe. Father will gather all the tribal chiefs to discuss countermeasures.

I believe that with the combined strength of all the tribes of the Centaur tribe, the hell demons will definitely be driven out. If it doesn't work, we can also use the secret weapons left by our ancestors." The old chief's voice gradually became low at the end.

Maras was slightly stunned when he heard this, "Secret weapon? Left by the ancestors?"

As a future chieftain who worships the legacy of his ancestors, Maras would not miss any rumors about his ancestors, and even collected a lot of them. However, he had never heard of the so-called secret weapon of his ancestors.

The old chief looked at his son deeply, sighed deeply and said: "This is a secret that only the chief has the right to know. I originally planned to tell you after passing the position of chief to you, but now is a critical moment. I don’t know when we will face the war with the demons of hell, so it’s time to tell you."

"In the beginning, our ancestors were at a disadvantage in the battle with the ogres. Our wisdom was superior to that of the ogres, but the ogres’ bodies, numbers and powerful reproductive ability made our ancestors fall behind for a time. The ogres only need to defend to make us return empty-handed, and we cannot gain an advantage in the battle for territory."

"The great lands in this world are occupied by ogres, and the ancestors can only settle down in remote places. But even so, as long as the ancestors’ camps are discovered by the ogres, they will be attacked by the ogres. The ancestors can’t even protect their own homes, even if there is only one."

"The ancestors lived a precarious life. They became accustomed to wandering and continued to hone their mobile combat capabilities during their wanderings in order to escape the pursuit of the ogres."

Malas couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this. Among the stories he had heard in the past, they were all about the ancestors using guerrilla tactics and powerful mobility to play with stupid ogres. He never expected that the truth was actually like this. .

After all, Maras is not an ordinary person, but the future chief of the Youhe tribe. He quickly realized that with a stable home, who would want to live a wandering life? This forced migration made him mature and grow a lot. .

"Until one day, the ancestor found a treasure and used it to defeat the ogre in one fell swoop. In just a few years, he was able to escape the precarious situation and became the master of this world."

"The ancestors did not use this treasure to completely eliminate the ogres, but killed their high-end combat power, expelled the rest and scattered them, leaving them as targets for us descendants to hone and hunt."

"This secret weapon is said to be extremely powerful, but the price paid for using it is also heavy. The ancestor only owned it for twenty years before he died suddenly. Before his death, he passed the treasure to another ancestor, and this second ancestor Even though I used the treasure once, I haven't lived for more than thirty years."

"Then this secret weapon was sealed in the ancestral altar. It would only be used when the Centaurs faced an unsolvable disaster, and it has only been used once in history."

Malas couldn't help but blush on his face. The lifespan of the centaurs is not too long. The final lifespan of a second-level master is only two hundred years old. Even because of long-term fighting and other reasons, one hundred thirty or fifty years old is already considered a long life. .

"If you can expel the demons from hell and keep my people safe, no matter what, it will cost you all your life. I should be a man!" Malas's words made the old chief couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"Secret weapons are not that easy to use. Not to mention that to get the recognition of this secret weapon requires strength and a mind as high as the sky. It also requires a long period of training. We have not reached that step yet. If someone really needs to make a sacrifice, it won't be you, father." The old chief patted Malas on the shoulder and laughed and said, "After all, I am the one who can attend the meeting to decide the candidate. Not you."

Malas was stunned for a moment, his eyes couldn't help but get a little moist, he clenched his fists and whispered: "I will not give my father this chance. I will defeat the hell demons and protect our homeland and people. Let the secret weapon be used Keep sleeping in the altar of your ancestors."

"Hahahaha, okay, this is the spirit that my son, the No. 1 warrior of the Youhe Tribe, should have!"