In the evening, the inhabitants of the village gathered around the altar. They dressed up in "costumes" (not fancy clothes, but ornaments such as head rings, pendants, arm rings, hoof chains, and belts with tassels) that were rarely seen during the day, and stretched out from the central square, each with a solemn and silent expression, as if waiting for something.

Barrett and the others, as outsiders in the clan, stood in the outermost circle of the crowd. Due to the fact that the Centaurs are generally tall, except for the barbarian, who has a slight advantage in height and the little mage can fly in mid-air, the other three have no idea what is happening in the central area.

"What are they doing?" the bodyguard Red Crab put his hand on his forehead and looked towards the altar with his feet on his feet, "Is there a ball?" but this is too dull, at least a few songs should be sung to help the fun. If they're embarrassed, I can go up and sing "Joyful Youth" first, and make sure the atmosphere is warm. ”

"Leave your singing to the drunks in the tavern, no one here wants to enjoy it. "The centaurs were performing a funeral for the warriors who had died in the battle with the Blight. ”

"The funeral?'s silence?" Red Crab wondered, "and I don't see how sad they are." ”

"It's supposed to be waiting time. "As far as I know, Centaur funerals are held at night. And many wilderness races, including Centaurs, have different attitudes towards death than we humans. They do not see death as a tragic end to life, but as a normal natural cycle, like the changing of the seasons. ”

"If they want to bring back the corpses of their people, we can provide a place to bury them. Barrett said, "Although Grosslov the bear is gone, I still remember that place." ”

"I've mentioned it to the centaur patriarch and the priest before, but they don't have such plans. The little mage's voice came from the air, "These centaurs believe that no matter where their people die from, their souls will be guided back to the altar of the clan by the spirits of the wilderness. ”

"What the hell is a spirit of the wilderness? a god?" asked the red crab with his head tilted, "or is it some kind of mere spiritual sustenance?"

"Some so-called 'spirits' are nothing more than ordinary spiritual sustenance, while others are an extremely powerful being, a special kind of demigod. The little mage replied, "True gods cannot exist in their entirety within our main physical plane, but demigods can. Most of the demigods naturally conceived in this world are the embodiment of the origin of life, so they generally appear in forests, swamps, grasslands, and other places. They will be a powerful and transcendent being who protects a land, and the many lives that live on it. ”

"Why haven't I heard of such a thing in human territory?" asked Red Crab again. "Aren't we human beings life?"

"No, it's that we don't respect life. The little mage said lightly.

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When the last rays of sunlight faded on the horizon, and the entire Hanhai grassland and the village were completely plunged into darkness, it was also the moment when the funeral really began.

First, a melodious female voice chanted something in Elven language in the dark, and then the strange symbols on the three stone tablets began to slowly light up with an extremely deep pale blue light.

The light shone through the moss and vines, revealing them as they were. With Barrett's excellent eyesight, he could see the symbols on the stele as bear claws, wolf fangs, antlers, horseshoe, eagle eyes, and other shapes and patterns that he could not distinguish.

When all the symbols were lit up, many pale blue rays detached from the stele. They surround the huge ash tree like fireflies, adding a touch of dreamlike to the strange funeral in front of them.

This method is not much different from the magic runes on the mage activating the magic circle, Barrett thought to himself.

"Like the elves, many of the races in the Hanhai Grasslands believe in the Druidic teachings, and the Centaurs are no exception. Guide Jean's voice whispered beside him, "If there is a giant tree growing in the center of a gathering place, then there will be at least one druid in that gathering place. Because only a druid could have cultivated a tree of this size. ”

"And the mother tree that gave birth to the wilt?" said the Red Crab Interface.

"Shhh

The light reflected a female centaur with a cane and a feather cloak over her shoulders, chanting ethereal in Elven language. The female centaur placed several objects side by side on the stone ring of the altar, which Barrett couldn't see exactly because they were too far away.

However, the guide Jean explained this. He said that those things were the relics of each deceased person, and that placing them on the altar meant that the soul of the deceased would remain in the main physical world. After three days, the souls of the deceased will return under the guidance of the spirits of the wilderness, and the relics will be distributed to others in the village as a fond memory of the deceased.

Immediately afterwards, the other centaurs around him joined in the chanting. The pale blue light rose to the canopy of the ash tree in the chanting and slowly flew into the air.

The light swirled twice in the sky before finally flying into the distance like a band of light, plunging the village into darkness again. It wasn't long before many torches were lit and light came again, and the gathered Centaur inhabitants began to slowly disperse from the vicinity of the altar.

However, Barrett was curious that many of the horses were walking in pairs towards the woods outside the village, not knowing what they were doing at night.

"What are they doing here, isn't the funeral over yet?" the little mage slowly descended from the sky and asked Barritt the question.

"The funeral is over, and the next thing is the celebration of life. Guide Jean had an inexplicable smile on his lips, "In the values of the Centaur clan, letting life come to this world is the best remembrance and tribute to the deceased."

"Let life come?" the little mage asked again, "How?" his question stopped as soon as he asked, "No need to explain, I see, hehe." ”

At this time, a centaur girl slowly walked towards everyone, it was Ivita, the person they had saved. She walked straight up to Barrett and looked at our brute adventurer with clear, bright eyes.

"I want to talk to you. ”

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