The Sarsanid Empire's War Beast Cavalry withdrew from the Barreto Valley, and after joining up with the main cavalry, they slowly retreated to the west.

When the Khan of the Whitetail tribe saw the head of the man who had been picked up on the spear by the human, he immediately divided his troops into two ways, one to "gift" the human army out of the country, and the other to "retain" the black-hoofed centaur who had crossed the border.

The Blackhoof tribe is known for its large number of females and the sturdy cubs of the wilderness. Now that they've lost their leader, the Whitetail Clan can't let them go. The young males of the white-tailed centaurs all went out to intercept the black-hoofed centaurs, mobilized by the clan leader.

The White-Tailed Khan even began to imagine riding Orogar's beautiful wife and concubine under him. But it didn't expect that not long after he left, the tribal camp was in turmoil.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh"

Arrows were fired like locusts into a tent of animal skins, around which hundreds of centaurs ran and shot non-stop. They are agile, slender in size, and have relatively soft facial lines, and are all adult females of the Whitetail tribe.

Even female centaurs, with an average weight of over 900 pounds, far surpass small and medium-sized intelligent creatures such as gnolls in strength and physical strength. Under their continuous blows, the battered animal skin tent finally collapsed, kicking up a puff of smoke and dust. The centaurs stopped firing, and a group of stocky, bear-headed goblins immediately broke their short legs, screamed, and rushed towards the collapsed tent.

With a bang, the hides were torn, the logs flew sideways, and a tall and deformed figure appeared in the ruins of the tent. It is 2.6 meters tall and hairless, with a burly body with a gnoll's head on top of it, which looks extremely incongruous, as if it were a monster cobbled together from the corpses of a gnoll and an ogre, and has a terrifying and terrifying unreality. The knotted muscles squeezed through the shriveled skin, revealing a lifeless white, and the two dark red spots in the eye sockets were the only color of its body, like a demon crawling out of hell.

It tore through strong, brainless bear goblins with its massive claws, like slaughtering a pack of weak herbivores. Swept by its gaze, the female centaur and the gnoll slave who had fallen behind her scalped and flinched. The difference is that the female centaur is frightened, while the gnolls have a fearful gaze with imperceptible scrutiny and excitement, and secretly makes eye contact, clearly with a vicious mind.

Under a rain of arrows, the monster tore the last bear-headed goblin who dared to attack it in half, and the female finally gave up her attack and prepared to flee. At this moment, the monster picked up the remains of a centaur cub from the ruins and tore it hard.

The female's eyes turned red instantly, and they drew their heavy throwing spears, screaming, and charging at the monsters in a swarm. The spear that pierced through the red-haired bison shot at the monster's body like a shot into the skin of an ogre Overseer, and was directly bounced off by the pale knotted flesh, leaving no wound on it. The herd of females immediately dispersed, forming a circular firing formation, shooting heavy arrows around the monster.

Charging spears don't work against monsters, and Centaurs' heavy arrows don't work. However, this circular staggered shot is able to cover each other, limiting the monster's range of movement so that it does not continue to hunt the cubs and weaker members of the clan.

The female made up her mind to wait until the warriors of the tribe returned before cleaning up the terrible monster.

However, the monster was not prepared to entangle with the female, the muscles of its legs bulged high, the ground cracked into a spider web under its feet, and its strong, twisted body was like a cannonball, breaking through the ring of the centaur.

Several females were caught off guard, broken tendons by the monster, and fell to the ground neighing. The rest of the females tried to catch up with the monster, but were suddenly attacked by the gnolls slaves.

These cunning, bloodthirsty and cruel orcs took the opportunity to launch a rebellion and violently attacked the other races in the camp. The female was furious and frantically called out to the rebellious slaves with spears and heavy arrows.

The indiscriminate killings and repression sparked chaos that spread throughout the camp, and whoever it wanted to do or not was forced to revolt. Centaurs, goblins, gnolls, and kobolds bite each other and kill each other.

The "monster" captured and killed several gnolls who flattered him, and the shadow speaker who possessed them became more and more anxious. This shell carries too much of the power of the Centaur bloodline, and it won't be long before it collapses, but he has not yet found a suitable centaur to inherit the power of the Orogar bloodline and complete the blessing ceremony of the Mother Earth.

Research by the Council of the Chosen shows that in any moment of calamity for any race, there will always be many "heroes" in the group. They have grown up in the face of adversity and have taken on the mission of saving their people from danger. Behind this phenomenon, in fact, it is closely related to the will of the ancestral gods of the race, and tracing its essence can be regarded as a self-correction of fate.

Human forces change the direction of fate, and fate will always rebound in many forms. The Church's use of Great Prophecy to deal with the threat of the Blackhoof Centaur did not touch the safety of the entire Centaur population, and naturally did not cause unpredictable effects.

According to the normal correction of the forces of fate, the decline of Blackhoof will lead to the prosperity of several other centaur tribes.

However, the divided centaur tribes pose no threat to the Sassan Empire, or to the entire human realm.

What the Shadow Speaker has to do is to point the natural correction of the power of fate to a specific "hero" and make a new Great Khan appear in the Centaur tribe. Only in this way will he be able to achieve his goal.

The Council of Shadows is sheltered in the Inquisition, obscurity like a rat in the gutter, unknown to the world. Seeing that the human kingdom is about to turn into an offensive, if the Shadow Council does nothing on the stage of the magnificent new era, it will not be favored by fate, and will only die in the end.

Fate is ethereal and intricate, with many forms of expression. In addition to rebounding from adversity, the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weak, the richer the richer, and the poorer the poorer is also one of them. It is manifested in the gathering and attraction characteristics of fame, power, resources and power.

The Council of Shadows has acquired the legacy of the Council of the Chosen through ancient texts collected by the Monastery of the Holy Mountain. Speaker Shadow has been passed down to this day, and he has accumulated considerable knowledge. Throughout history and current affairs, the Speaker of the Contemporary House of Representatives is keenly aware that the human kingdom is in a stage of rebounding from adversity.

The orc tribe occupies the rich northern wilderness, loses the motivation to forge ahead, and the whole is mired in infighting. In the barren south, where humanity was squeezed and barren, the knight lords and clergy overthrew the pope and completed the reintegration of the church, and the god knights came into being, and outstanding figures emerged one after another; the scholars of the church spent hundreds of years cultivating dogtail grass into wheat, and Viscount Randall found a way to cultivate it intensively to solve the food crisis of mankind; the forest people migrated, the barbarians descended the mountains to seek an alliance with the humans, and all foreign countries united with the outside world, and the Sassan Empire was ready to attack.

All signs are showing that the scales of fate are finally tilting in favor of mankind!

Under the impact of the torrent of fate, whoever can intercept the power of fate will be able to go further, gain prestige, power, resources, and even break through their own limitations and reach a higher realm.

The Council of the Chosen One refers to such people as the Ones of Fate, and the counterpart of them is the Forsakens of Fate.

10,000 years ago, the first Pope Enoch belonged to the Favored of Fate, and various knight families also intercepted part of the power of fate, and the Chosen One became a tragic outcast of fate.

Now, the Knights of Radiance, the Pope, the Patriarchs of Friedus and Tamor, as well as the major royal families, are all fighting for the power of fate, and those who do nothing will only lose the favor of fate and be forgotten by history.

Of course, the Shadow Speaker also has to fight. He instructed the wizards of the Shadow Council to make bloodthirsty potions, and at the risk of exposure, he helped the nobles cultivate blood guards and shadow warriors, hoping to gain the support of the secular lords and turn the council from darkness to light, so as to intercept the power of fate in the tide of fate!

Although the Shadow Council's plans had a twist and turn, they were generally going well, and the Shadow Wizards made contact with both the Duoduo and the Barcelius family. However, Viscount Randall's sudden introduction of a tenant system made the Shadow Speaker despair.

The tenant system transformed the homeless people into tenant households, under the direct jurisdiction of the great aristocracy. This means that the great nobles control the vast majority of the wizards.

Will the nobles hand over the captured wizards to the Council of Shadows?

The Speaker would rather shadow the Parliament only semi-publicly, but also maintain the independence of the organization, only in this way can he intercept more of the power of fate and reach a higher realm.

According to the current situation, the Shadow Council will not be semi-public, and the entire organization will collapse. The power, beauty, and wealth of the knightly nobility were extremely attractive to shadow wizards. They all took refuge in the great nobles with the results of the Shadow Council, and the Speaker's centuries-old plot was just a joke.

Therefore, the Speaker of Shadows used the mysterious rituals of ancient wizards to artificially interfere with the fate of the centaur race, created two powerful legendary centaurs, dealt a heavy blow to the Radiant Knight and the Sassan Empire, and then coerced the church and lords to recognize the legitimate status of the Shadow Archbishop as a savior, so that the Shadow Wizard could break away from the control of the Trigovar family and become an independent branch of the Church, specializing in managing the wizards in the human kingdom, helping the kingdoms expand their territory, so as to win the favor of fate.

The Shadow Wizard will henceforth be called the Shadow Shepherd of the Most High Lord.

He had even thought of the future name and organizational structure of the Shadow Wizard, but he didn't expect that there wasn't even a single violent adult male in the Whitetail Clan's camp...... All the running to intercept the Blackhoof Centaurs!

While ordinary centaur cubs can also carry the power of the Orogar bloodline, it will take at least twenty years for them to go from ferocious to deeply ferocious, and finally master the Legendary bloodline talent. If the carrier grows for too long, it will not be able to pose an imminent threat to the Sassan Empire.

The current size of the Isaacan Empire, with the implementation of a ten-year tenant system, can at least double the strength of the empire. Twenty years from now, what will be the overall strength of the human kingdom?

Speaker Shadow can't wait twenty years, and he can't even wait twenty minutes now.

The gnoll's undead body's shell was crumbling, and a faint mist of blood lingered around its body. In 15 minutes at most, it will turn into a pile of rotten meat!

Is that the end of it? damn brute...... Damn the brute, die!

The wizard's desperation caused the red glow in the monster's eye sockets to become ferocious, and he went on a rampage to slaughter the centaur females and cubs in the camp. Wherever the monster passed, a bloody storm was set off. The females and young of the Whitetail clan hissed in despair under its claws.

A heavy spear flew from afar, and the monster did not dodge, and was about to tear the centaur female beneath him apart with its sharp claws. With a "poof", the spear pierced through the monster's tough body, and the strong force pushed it backwards several meters away.

The Speaker looked up in delight, and saw three sturdy centaurs hurrying towards him, the one at the head of the group, who was taller and more burly than the other, raised its arms, and another spear roared, striking the monster in the chest and nailing it to the ground.

There is only one Centaur Warrior! Time is running out, so I can only divide the power of the Orogar bloodline with the other two ordinary centaurs...... That's fine, the three of them seem to be brothers...... A Centaur Legend, supported by two Golden-tier brothers, should soon be able to master Whitetail and Blackhoof.

The Gnoll Undead pulled out the two spears on his chest, rose from the ground, and let out a defiant roar at the ferocious centaur warrior. But the three white-tailed warriors felt danger when they saw the terrifying monster pull its spear out of its chest as if nothing had happened. They spread out to the sides, shooting monsters with heavy arrows with their giant bows as they ran.

Wandering shooting is a traditional tactic for centaurs to face strong enemies, especially against powerful ogres or behemoths. The heavy arrows they shoot are indeed more powerful than the female centaurs, and the swollen muscles of the gnolls are difficult to resist, and it soon has a dozen heavy arrows hanging from its chest and thighs.

The Speaker is secretly anxious, the mysterious ritual needs to test the courage and sacrifice of the centaur carrier, and only true heroes can bear the fate of the race and be favored by fate. The three centaur warriors must confront the murderer of the tribe and kill it head-on for the ritual to be considered successful.

The Speaker manipulated the undead to chase the ferocious centaur, but it spread its hooves and ran out of the camp, apparently trying to lure the monster away from its home.

A beast is a beast, and there is no sense of honor at all!

The Speaker was going insane, he had never been in such a situation, with an undead body and no way to cast other types of spells.

The ferocious centaur ran forward, his upper body twisting all the way to release the arrow, and his anxious eyes looked at the injured female who fell to the ground. The Speaker's heart moved, and he turned around to drive away the other centaur warrior who was trying to rescue the female, returned to the same place, stepped on the female's back, and reached out his hideous claws to cut deep wounds on her body.

Blood gushed and stained the ground, and the female twitched her hooves in pain, and her hands clutched the dirt, digging out two holes in the ground, which were soon filled with blood. But it gritted its teeth and never screamed.

The three centaur warriors fired heavy arrows faster than the other, and the monster stretched out its thick arms to shield its eyes, allowing its own body to be shot into a hedgehog. When the centaur warrior fired the last heavy arrow, its wriggling white muscles squeezed out all the arrows on its body, and then dug a large chunk of bloody flesh from the female centaur's leg, stuffed it into its mouth, chewed it, and spat it on the ground with contempt.

"Leave me alone, cover the tribal sisters and take the children first!" the female shouted at the centaur warrior with tears in her eyes.

"Cowardly white-tailed centaurs, you are not worthy to hang up your bow and arrows and throw spears. Watch me cut off its head......"

The monster made an Orogal sound from its mouth, and its paws trampled the female into a pool of blood, crouching down and raising her crooked horns so that the centaur warriors could see her bloodless face.

"Alita!

The fierce centaur warrior's eyes were red, white mist erupted from his nose, his powerful heart thrashed vigorously, and his whole body was bruised, and he launched a final charge against the monster. The earth trembled under its hooves, and the spear was like lightning, piercing through the monster's chest, and two heavy maces were struck, and the distance of more than four hundred meters was instantaneous, and the two behemoths collided together.

The monster flew two maces, pinning the centaur warrior to the ground with furious force, swinging its claws and slicing three bloody wounds. The ferocious centaur warrior resisted desperately, clasping the monster's two claws with both hands, and forming a fist in front of the four toes, slamming the monster's abdomen with a loud thunderous sound.

"Cowardly white-tailed centaurs, do you think you can defeat me in this way?

The monster sneered and pressed its claws against the centaur warrior's neck, allowing it to hammer its chest and abdomen. With each blow, the blood mist around the monster became thicker and drifted towards the wounds of the centaur warriors. The centaur warrior felt that his strength was increasing, but he couldn't shake the monster in the slightest.

Seeing that the ferocious centaur warrior was about to lose its bearing, two other white-tailed centaurs rushed forward, stabbing the monster in the chest and skull with their short spears. The monster broke free and raised its claws to knock them to the ground.

With the help of his brothers, the Centaur finally stood up and writhed with the monster. Its brothers got up one after another and joined the warband. The four monsters fight each other, causing wounds on each other. However, the centaurs were bleeding blood, and the monsters were pouring out puffs of blood.

The blood mist grew thicker and thicker, and soon obscured the figures of centaurs and monsters. The three centaurs only felt that they were now full of strength, but the monsters were getting weaker and smaller. But they didn't notice that the blood mist was seeping through the wounds and into their bodies.

"This monster can't be killed!"

"Gotta find a way to screw its head!"

An obsidian dagger pierced the monster's neck from behind, slicing its head off with force...... It was the female centaur who had stood behind the monster at some point, and the wounds on her body had scabbed over, with only a small amount of blood oozing out.

The Speaker looked at the female holding the monster's head in amazement through the vision of the undead, and uttered the last prayer of the ritual in the grand voice of Orogal:

"Queglo!"

The gnoll's head spoke, and the female was so frightened that she quickly threw it out, and the monster's neck was broken like a spring, spewing out a mist of blood from the sky. The blood mist seemed to have life, constantly melting into the wounds of the four centaurs, and the female centaurs absorbed the most. Their wounds heal quickly, their bodies become plump and well-proportioned, and their fur shines brightly. When the blood mist cleared, the Whitetail tribe saw four exceptionally fit centaurs.

The females, cubs, and old horses in the camp came out of the ruins and gathered around the four centaurs, and a thin old man suddenly neighed:

"Queglo!"

In Centaur language, Queglo refers to a horse carried by the earth.

One of the Ferocious Centaur brothers suddenly came to his senses, grabbed the female and the Ferocious Centaur's arms, and shouted, "Alita, Queglo!

"Alita, Porta, Queglo!"

"Queglo!

The rebellious gnolls began to flee, but the white-tailed centaurs had no intention of pursuing them, and they gathered together, holding spears and bows and arrows, and shouted loudly, proclaiming the heroes of the tribe to the world, to all souls, and to Mother Earth.

"Alita, Quiglo! Porta, Quiglo!"

Thousands of miles away, Tournans grabbed the reins of the horned wolf and looked back. Testil turned the Horned Wolf mount, paced to his side, and asked with concern, "Brother, how are you feeling?"

The legendary paladin shook his head and said suspiciously, "The feeling of danger has suddenly disappeared......"

Testir breathed a sigh of relief, it had been almost three days since he left the Barreto Valley, and Tournans had always felt some kind of threat, which made everyone fearful, for fear that the Whitetail and Blackhoof would catch up and attack the coalition forces.

"It's finally over...... Grand Master smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Isn't it very good?" brother, no matter how wrinkled you are, you don't have eyebrows. ”

Tournans moved his mouth and muttered, "I don't know what's going on, the feeling of danger suddenly disappears, it's like being cut by a sharp blade...... I've never been in this situation before...... It's all slowly weakening. ”

"Perhaps, the Khan of the Whitetail tribe died suddenly, or the two tribes suddenly fought. Testier shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Are you okay now?"

Turnans hesitated, nodded and said, "Now...... It's all right!"