"You, you, ......"

The horror distorted Chakar's expression to the extreme, and he looked at the numb and indifferent expressions, like puppet sculptures of the centaur Great Khan and the banner lords, standing in place at a loss.

In the next second, the "panicked" Chakar turned his head and ran without hesitation!

Under the hood, the "apostle" frowned slightly, surprised and at the same time showed a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Seeing him wave his hand, the "Centaur Banner Masters" on both sides swarmed up, stiff as a machine that could not speak, drew their respective weapons, and attacked Chakar who wanted to escape from both sides.

Oops!

"Poof——!

The cold tip of the spear slashed through the back of the front hoof, and the pain of torn tendons endured by the pain of torn tendons, Chakar, who gritted his teeth, still ran desperately outward, and at the same time used the spear in his hand to force back the banner owners who attacked from his side.

You only have one chance.

Chakar had long known that this meeting was not so simple, and that there were already cronies of Chiyanqi who had been arranged outside the tent, and as long as he escaped, he would ......

"There's still room for turnover......"

The cold voice came from behind, and the frightened Chakar's mind went blank in an instant!

He... What the hell is this two-legged man?!

Chakar only had time to think of these... A strong impact suddenly hit him from behind, and the sharp pain seemed to penetrate his back and chest directly, as if he had pulled out his heart directly.

"Ahhh——!!!!hhh

Screaming in such a terrible pain that Chakar could no longer control his body, five spears pierced his elbow and abdomen at the same time, holding his throat.

With a thud, Chakar was pressed to the ground by the bannermen with their spears and axes, unable to move.

"Bang ——!"

Two bloody heads were thrown into the tent, and Chakar raised his gaze in shock, staring at the two bloodstained heads with hideous, fierce expressions... It was the guards he had arranged in advance to blend into the king's tent.

How come?!

"Surprised?"

With an indifferent voice, the "apostle" in a black robe walked over, squatted slightly in front of Chakar, and looked down condescendingly at the Red Flame Banner Banner Lord, whose expression had been terrified to the extreme:

"You should be surprised, crawler. ”

Chakar, who was pressed to the ground, raised his head tremblingly, his eyes in a trance, and he gasped for breath.

"Two-legged man......" Chakal's voice trembled: "You, who are you... What exactly are you going to do?"

The other party didn't answer the question, but looked at him very playfully... Feeling that cold gaze, the creepy Chakar even had the illusion that he was being peeled and cramped and torn apart.

"You're not an ordinary centaur, you're special... This peculiarity gives you a level of intelligence and cunning that ordinary centaurs can't have—and most importantly, changes your 'makeup'. ”

"Your mother is a human woman. ”

A look of horror froze on Chakar's face.

He... Why would he know?!

"There is no one in a million, if not a thousand, of these examples, an impossible thing to transform you from a mutant creature affected by the Void into something like a 'Stranger'. The apostle said in a deep voice:

"You've been hiding it from anyone, but you've been trying to master this 'special power' - otherwise how could a descendant of a slave woman become the owner of the Centaur Red Flame Banner?"

"Otherwise, how did you make your people so desperate for you, and how did you place your own men on the side of the Centaur Great Khan?"

"As I speak, you're controlling my mind with this almost 'suggestive' spell... It's funny. ”

Chakar was stunned, and the last shred of reason in his mind was also eroded by fear.

"You... Who the hell is it?"

The banner master of the Red Flame Banner, the leader of the 50,000 tribes, was as fragile as a frightened young beast.

"Chakar, I can decide your fate. The apostle said indifferently:

"I am your master. ”

Destiny?

The startled Chakar raised his head tremblingly, the dark shadow under the hood made him unable to see the other party's face clearly, but he could still feel the cold eyes, staring at him all the time.

If he still had doubts before, he almost didn't dare to deny any words from the other party now.

A spell that manipulates the weather, and it can also control the Great Khan and all the banner owners without anyone noticing... This two-legged man, as long as he wants, can play with the entire four-hoofed clan at any time.

The power he wields... Not a force that should exist in this world!

In a trance, Chakar's brain, which was stimulated by severe pain, went blank, and suddenly a terrible fact came to mind.

This war... Is it really the Battle of the Rise of the Four Hoofers?

The rising clan of the four-hoofed people, with the aid of the dwarves, the crushing defeat of the two-legged human leader...... Is it all just a "predestined" coincidence?

Or is it all in his plan?!

"Very nice expression, very nice. ”

The apostle bent down again and continued to approach the frightened Chakar: "Reptile, you are even better than I thought. ”

"No... It's better than many human beings, calm, tenacious, persistent, and most importantly... Ambitious, there is some kind of hungry monster in your soul;

No matter how much you hide it, no matter how much you pretend to be humble, that hunger and thirst cannot be concealed, not to mention that you are a monster in the first place;

The only thing that is lacking may be a broad enough vision;

If you are given the opportunity, maybe one day, you may indeed become the Great Khan of the Centaurs, the ruler of the Great Green Sea, right?"

"Tell me, Chakar. ”

The voice said word by word, each word making Chakar shudder and creepy:

"Do you crave power?"

At that moment, the banner owner of the Red Flame Banner widened his eyes with a frightened expression:

"Force, power?"

"That's right, the power to transcend the limitations of this body, and even the limitations of this world—to become the power that controls all life and death, and can tear enemies to pieces at will, to become the Khan of the centaurs, and the king of the Great Green Sea. ”

Looking into his eyes, the apostle said in words full of temptation: "With your qualifications, the power you can gain will far surpass that of all centaurs and humans, and you will become a unique being. ”

"Pledge allegiance to me, swear to surrender to me, I promise you... will fulfill all your ambitions and desires. ”

The cold voice said.

Chakar twitched his throat and took a deep breath.

The other party did not deceive himself, or there was no need to deceive himself at all, as long as he thought that it was not much more difficult to pinch himself to death than to pinch a two-legged man to death;

Even if he has been able to survive until now, it is because the other party feels that he still has value in use.

You have to live... Anyway, as long as you're alive... Even if you survive, it's definitely better than dying.

After a moment's hesitation, Chakar decided to get through the hurdle first.

"Tell me, Chakar ......"

The voice sounded again, so indifferent that I couldn't hear a trace of emotion:

"Do you want to be the Great Khan of the Centaurs and be the master of all the Centaurs?

Do you want to rule the Great Green Sea and slay your enemies to the fullest?

Do you want to gain power beyond the mundane, even like a god?

Or... Do you want to attain a body that will never corrupt, decay, or even grow old, and become a king who has been worshiped and feared by generations of four-hoofed and two-legged men, and who hangs high above the dome?"

The whisper of a prayer pierced Chakar's chest again and again like a sharp blade.

Every time he said a word, his eyes were scarlet, the torn flesh became more painful, and the heart in his chest was beating faster and faster, making the blood roll up and down his body, as if he was going to explode and die in the next second!

The "Apostle", Farness, slowly got up, and looked down with contempt at the ant lying on the ground, gasping sharply.

As long as your thoughts and intentions are known, you must do what they say... This old-fashioned trick will always work for the greedy in all ages.

"Tell me, Chakar ......"

Farnesis spoke again, placing a vial of the Holy Blood Elixir in front of the dying Chakar, the delicate crystal vial reflecting the potion's strange and brilliant colors, leaving him distracted and completely mesmerized.

"Do you crave power?"