The centaurs did not take a step back, they were well-armed and condescending, and they could take one as ten, but they were still defeated, completely defeated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Each warrior was surrounded by at least five or six of Krytos' men, some of whom hung from the tall centaur warriors, others with blades stuck in the gaps in their armor underneath. Despite this, the Centaur Warrior did not fall, and his weapons inflicted death with astonishing efficiency.

But the bravery of the warriors could not save the defeat.

A sudden natural disaster destroyed the favorable terrain that the centaurs possessed, and when the forest was reduced to ashes and disappeared, their formations were loose and unable to support each other, and after Krytos' charge, each centaur warrior had to face the siege alone.

It was a terrible battle of annihilation, and the centaurs would not only fail, but would be wiped out, leaving no one alive.

The few who could see the battlefield foresaw this, including the captain.

"It's time, here you go. ”

He took Magellan's hand, shook it in his hand, and shook it: "Please!"

Magellan slowly raised his hand and looked at the lines of his palm forming a triangle, his eyes were misty.

"What about you?"

"Don't ask that, let's go!"

The captain whispered, but Magellan did not move.

"You, and your people, will die. ”

"Let's go!"

The captain pushed Magellan out almost violently, surrounded by warriors besieging the centaurs, who turned a blind eye to the humans and focused on their enemies.

Magellan began to run, and in the chaos of the battlefield, no one could see where the statue of Dionysus was, and he had to find it on his own.

When the captain's gaze was reluctantly cut off by the figure, Magellan stopped.

The statue of Dionysus has disappeared, this is Magellan's intuition, and at this time he firmly believes.

He looked around, and the war was finally showing its true face, and the warriors were slaughtering the centaurs who had lost their resistance. They were extremely efficient and decisive, and the deceased did not suffer much.

Gradually, all the centaur warriors left standing were Charon.

The leader of the centaurs was surrounded by a group of warriors, spear wielding, forcing him to stay where he was, like a herd of hunters driving away a disobedient wild horse.

"My name is Cretos, Charon. ”

"I remember," Charon's voice was almost maddened with rage, "you're a great commander. ”

"Hah, I just wanted to hear that from you. The warrior's voice was a little different from before, and he hesitated a little more, making the sentence softer, "I've heard you talk about it, adoptive father, you used to be amazing...... I'm glad to hear your compliments. ”

Charon's expression changed.

Whoever heard these words, only he really understood the meaning of the words.

"So, my future adopted son has destroyed my current subordinates and the ...... of glory," the Centaur Elder finally laid down his weapon, "That's the price, isn't it...... Where the madness of Dionysian will appear, no one knows. ”

"Your glory will not disappear, he is in front of your eyes. Krytos proudly proclaimed, "I have trekked through natural disasters, killed countless powerful enemies, saved helpless refugees, raised armies, and I have rebuilt Sparta!"

"You have a share of all these glories, my adoptive father, and behold, your education has forged a warrior!"

Charon shook his head and said no more.

Cretos nodded, waved his hand, and disappeared with the army as quickly as it appeared.

The world fell silent, leaving only corpses and a sea of blood, and the people standing were silent and silent.

The captain walked silently to Charon's side, opening his mouth but making no sound.

"Look, that's what Bacchus likes. ”

Charon's tone was calm, but his voice was a little hoarse.

"He told me that my adopted son in the future would create such a tragedy, and then let me choose ...... for myself"

"This ...... It couldn't be ......."

"This is the Dionysian forest. ”

Charon turned and looked at the corpses of his men.

"Can you imagine...... I've spent three hundred years selecting gifted foals from among the drunk, grumpy, and stupid people to learn honor and battle, and we've even escaped the Setsa who have swept through Theros, only to reach the end before the eyes of the allies of the god of war. ”

The centaur removed his helmet, revealing a face full of tears.

Right in front of everyone, the dust on the earth cleared, revealing a blue-gray statue of Dionysus, handsome, free and easy, knowing everything.

"Ahh

This simple word, one of only a few words in the Centaur language, means "kill", "rush", "hit". For some time, this shout has been the signal for this army to charge, and that means glory, hell, and victory.

On the battlefield where the army was completely annihilated, the signal to charge sounded again, but this time only a centaur rushed out.

His goal is the statue of Dionysus, a god who stays in his world.

"Are you crazy!"

The captain shouted to catch up with Charon, but could only watch his back go away.

At that moment, everyone thought, "He's crazy." ”

There is compassion, empathy, shock and incredulity.

Except for Magellan, who leaned on the corpse of a centaur warrior, sat on the ground.

So, when the captain and his men disappeared, only Magellan remained in the forest.

He sat there and watched coldly as everything that had happened, including Charon's desperate charge and the comical sight of the captain and his men disappearing and being thrown out of the forest.

When this happened, Magellan just sat there, silent, motionless.

Charon finally approached the statue, his spear held high in his right hand, his shield in his chest with his left, and he lowered his head and slammed it into the marble.

The whole world shook a little.

The sound of a fierce wind gushing out of the abyss resounded between the heavens and the earth, like a sigh, and like a scream.

Charon was unharmed, and he looked back to see a pile of rubble.

The centaur's face was a little dazed, and he seemed to be expecting something.

But time passed, and nothing happened.

The wind blew through the dry earth, kicking up a puff of dust like a silent mockery.

Charon finally gave up, and he lowered his head, looked at the ordinary pile of rubble, and threw down his weapon.

"Don't be sad," Satie's voice broke the silence, and the thinker came out of the pool of blood to the rubble, "You're amazing, really, I saw a child fall out of the statue......"

"Do you want me to adopt him?"

Faced with Charon's sarcasm mixed with a desperate smile, the thinker shook his head: "No, I'll adopt him." ”