The vast city of London is still empty.

Although the army of living corpses has long since left here, and Helmo does not seem to have returned, to this day, no one dares to set foot here easily.

On the streets, there are still traces of the aftermath of the fierce battles - collapsed buildings, cracked pavement, shops with shattered doors and windows, large patches of blood that have long since dried up and turned black...... As far as the eye can see, it is full of wretchedness that makes people frown.

Maca didn't stay here for long, he just extended his perception with all his might, sweeping the entire city. After failing to find Helbo's existence, he quickly left.

Because, this place is too familiar, and if you see too much, the already not very good mood will definitely be made worse by the dilapidated and dead silence here.

As for where he will go next...... Naturally, it was a tribe of the Centaurs.

Ever since the centaurs had foreseen the danger and moved out of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest early, it was a very accurate foresight.

And after that, perhaps because the centaurs had long since become accustomed to settling in the dense woods, the place they moved to was still a deep mountain forest.

From the city to the green mountains, the steel jungle turned into a real forest in one step, but Maca didn't feel that much comfort.

The feeling of depression always surrounds him, as if the ghost is lingering.

"Didn't anyone come out?"

Maca paused at the edge of the woods on the hillside, looked left and right, and sure enough, no one appeared. If it had been in the past, the Centaur patriarch's excellent talent for foreknowledge would have sent his people out to wait for him.

It's a pity that Ferenze also said at Hogwarts that now this huge disaster has disturbed the starlight, and the centaurs' astrological prophecy ability is greatly limited.

I don't know if he can get the help he expects this time.

With this in mind, Maca pushed aside a half-man's tall bush and plunged headlong into the forest, which was a little dark even during the day.

To be honest, since this forest is really dense, if you find someone to throw it in, you may not even be able to figure out the direction without taking two steps. Luckily, Maca can easily find the exact location of the centaur tribe even without the help of magical perception, as he has already been there at the beginning of the centaur migration.

It wasn't long before Maca pulled away a bush that stood in her way and bypassed a thick trunk, and the primitive wooden fence with obvious signs of man-made construction fell into his eyes.

The Centaur tribe is still like that, and all the buildings are built on the trunks of living trees in accordance with the principle of "where you can do it simply, you must never make more effort".

Although, in the words of the horses themselves, it is called "caring for trees and nature". But Maca estimates that I am afraid that the word "lazy" will also be one of the big influencing factors.

“…… Mclean? ”

The first to spot Maca was a centaur guard with a bow and arrow standing guard at the entrance to the tribe. When he turned his head and saw Maca standing on the outside of the fence not far away, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Oh! May the stars still watch over you...... Please come in, I'll go and inform Davros—Brother Bane, you take Mr. McLean over slowly. ”

Seeing that the other party said that, he immediately threw off his hooves and turned around and ran back, kicking and stomping to the rear of the tribe. One of the other three centaur guards next to him took two steps forward in response, and stretched out his hand to the tribe at Maca:

"Mr. McLean, please—my clan, Davross, has been waiting for you for a long time."

Compared to the centaur who ran back just now, the "Bane" in front of him was obviously older, and he was much calmer.

Seeing this, Maca naturally did not shirk, nodded and followed the other party into this new tribe of the centaurs.

As soon as you enter it, as you go deeper, the surrounding shacks and dwellings finally become a little more regular because of the use of stone.

As far as Maca knew, differences in dwellings like this could also be used to distinguish the status of their owners in the Centaur tribe. The closer you get to it and the more stone you use, the higher the status of the centaurs who live in it.

All the way to Davros in one tribe...... That is, the tribal patriarch of the Centaur tribe basically lives next to the Centaur Ancestral Temple, which is purely made of large blocks of masonry or simply uses natural caves and grottoes.

However, this time, because they had not been here for a long time, the forbidden land of the ancestral temple was still under construction, but their current Davros still lived in a shack made of mostly wood.

It's just that compared to the residences of other clansmen, it is obviously much larger.

When Maca walked all the way to the big hut in the deepest part of the tribe under the watchful eyes of the many centaurs, the young centaur who had been babbling a little earlier had already come out of the house and spoke to Maca:

"Please come in! Davros is waiting for you inside. ”

Seeing that the other party said something to Maca, he and Bane, who led Maca over, directly guarded the door as a guard for the patriarch's residence, Maca couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, and then passed between the two and walked straight in.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt that the light behind him was slightly dimmed, and the two centaurs had blocked the view of all the clansmen in front of the door.

Maca didn't look back, for he had already spotted the "Davros" sitting inside...... It doesn't seem like it's going to be a good thing.

"Mr. McLean...... Feel free to sit down! ”

I remember that it has been a few years since the previous generation of Davross left office and died, and now this term should be in the prime of life. And that's exactly what happened.

Judging from the other party's tendon and flesh alone, it is enough to call him young and strong.

However, at this moment, the young Davross with a strong surface in front of Maca was "sitting" on the soft bunk with his four legs bent, and his body was still leaning against the middle wall pillar, no matter how he looked at it, he looked sick.

"Davros, look here...... What's wrong? Did the prophecy fail and there was a backlash? ”

can make the patriarch of the centaur look like this, Maca thinks about it, there is only this possibility, and in connection with Ferenze's words at the time, this matter is not far from ten.

Sure enough, soon, he saw the other party nodding slowly.

"But...... In fact, it cannot be regarded as a complete failure. At least until I pay the price I deserve, the awesome power of the stars...... It still solved some of my doubts. ”

Young Davros said softly:

"And this time I asked Ferenze to invite you here for the revelation given by this part of the stars."