Bran Wharton, the chief of the centaurs, immediately gathered the remaining thirty warriors, took up arms and ran in the direction of the valley. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There used to be a small river that washed away the soil on the surface, hollowing out the roots of the trees to form a deep valley that cut deep into the ground, and then slowly expanded to the sides until the river dug through the ground and plunged into an underground tunnel. The flow of water slowed down considerably, leaving a smooth and easy road with no trees obstructing it, known as the valley of the centaurs.

The surviving tribes are sheltered in the surrounding hills, protected by cliffs on two sides that barely call crags, and the best remaining path is this washed out valley. The centaurs set traps there, mainly javelins and traps, hoping to delay the giants' attack. Bran Wharton knew very well that everyone's original camp had failed to stop the giants, and he probably couldn't do it here. But the tribesmen really need to rest, even if they can have three or five days.

"Ixy, you're ready to evacuate the camp, we'...... Let's go to Hogwarts, to find Dumbledore, that's our last hope. Bran Wharton said to the old centaurs, "Even if we don't come back alive, you will live." ”

"Chief......" The old man pulled a handful of mane from his head and threw it on the ground: "Yes, I'll do it!"

The Centaur Chief led the last of the warriors out of the camp and once again stepped out of the hoofs of war. Many young centaurs wanted to join in, but he stopped them. These little guys don't play much role on the battlefield, and they can cause problems for others because of their lack of cooperation and running around.

I don't know if they still have a chance to grow up. With this in mind, Bran Wharton came to the edge of the valley, where a sentry post was made, from which the horn sounded. I thought it was already a battle, but the two guards standing guard were still hiding behind the trees. They poked out half their heads and looked in the direction of the valley. Needless to say anything from the guards, Bran Wharton also noticed that something was wrong. The sounds of fighting kept coming, but they were all in the distance, and seemed to be farther away than the trap area.

"The trolls didn't attack, what are they doing?" the chief asked, pulling over one of the guards, "what the hell is going on?"

"Chief, we heard the sound of the trap being triggered, and a scream from the giant, and we blew the horn. But...... Seem...... Probably......" The centaur guards were divided, and finally said stubbornly: "They seem to have fought on their own, and ping-pong has been for a while." ”

"Didn't you go and see?" the chief asked, then shook his head, "Forget it, I'll go and see." ”

They spread out in formation and cautiously descended the ravine. Suddenly, in the forest at the end of their field of vision, a sea of fire suddenly erupted! The orange-yellow light pierced into their eyes, making them all close their eyes. Bran Wharton held his hand in front of him, barely looking through his fingers, and vaguely saw a huge black shadow walking on the edge of the sea of fire. Such a violent flame, breaking out in the forest, has a high probability of causing a terrible fire. The trees were too dense for him to judge the direction of the wind, and if it was blowing in the direction of the camp, the consequences would be devastating.

The flames burned continuously, and they were more than 100 meters wide. By this light, the centaurs saw a few more black shadows walking one after another, but they couldn't see what they were. A very strange thing happened, not a single tree was ignited in this place where the fire was shrouded, and the flames spread on the ground, and the big tree was watching stupidly.

After about five minutes of burning, the flames suddenly went out, and there was no light to be seen. With the breeze, the smell of burnt flesh slowly wafted in, making the horses suddenly start to feel hungry. With the smoke, a giant, three humans and a dog swaggered over.

"He's about to step on the ......trap," the guard had barely finished speaking, when he saw the trap suddenly collapse on its own, and the rattan mat that had been covering it floated into the air, was torn to pieces, and then strafed back and forth in the valley area like a torrential rain. The traps hidden in the rocks, roots, and ravines were all set off, and javelins, arrows, and stones flew wildly for a moment, then slowly died down.

"Hey, Centaurs, I see you!" Zhao Mai shouted, "My name is Mike Dragonroar, and I'm from Hogwarts." I have no ill intentions, I came to talk to you. ”

After waiting for a while and not responding, Zhao Mai shouted again, and added a sentence at the end: "If you don't reply, I will agree, and I will go over." ”

"What to do? This wizard doesn't look easy to deal with. The centaur warrior said to Brannwharton: "Chief, if we don't go over the two of us, and if you give us the order to shoot together, he will definitely have no place to dodge, and he will definitely shoot him!"

Bran Wharton was about to nod his head in agreement when he heard the other side shouting, "Don't bother to shoot two loaves of bread, that's useless!" The chief of the centaur stomped his hooves hatefully: "What kind of ears is he? Leave him alone, I'll go see what he has to say!"

Ten centaurs came from the front, and more than a dozen separated the sides, encircling Zhao Mai in a semicircle. They hid half of their bodies behind a tree, holding bows and arrows in their hands and aiming at Zhao Mai and his party. Zhao Mai looked at it and stood on the far right of the group, so as to block the direction that was most likely to be shot together with Ado on the far left.

"Mike Dragonroar, I seem to remember you, who once went deep into our territory in search of stone statues. Didn't you already get what you were looking for, why did you want to come back?"

Zhao Mai squinted his eyes and looked at himself, but he really couldn't make out the difference between people and horses, at least not the previous memory. "You're among those people last time, so why didn't you put up a border sign, didn't I warn you?"

"After the death of the shaman, none of us can write. Bran Wharton said, "Tell me what you're here for?"

"Give you something back, give you something, and then negotiate something with you. Zhao Mai spread his hand and said, "It's a young man who gave you back, and when he was still talking, he attacked us for some reason." He's about two hundred paces behind me, well, about a hundred paces for you, and he's tied up with a rope next to a tree. I told him that I would bring him back to you, but he didn't believe me. ”

"Really?" Bran Wharton said to the warrior beside him, "Go and see, be careful, do you?"

The centaur nodded, and deliberately rushed over from Zhao Mai's side, and the wind that brought it up blew Zhao Mai's robe. Barbara stared at the centaur very nervously until he ran away. Zhao Mai was not moved at all, still staring ahead, not even blinking. With Xiaohua and reserve grain to help him observe the surrounding situation, he is not afraid of being attacked by people and horses at all.

"The second thing, from the thing given to you, is this. Zhao Mai motioned to Addo, and the giant's right hand reached out to the left hand holding the shield, and then untied a large burden from his wrist and threw it on the ground. The blue cloth was soaked in black liquid, and when opened, the heads of eight trolls were inside.

"Actually, I killed three people on the way, but they burned them directly, and they didn't cut off their heads. Zhao Mai said lightly: "Even if there is only a head left, this thing will slowly regenerate and then come back to life, so after you accept it, burn it quickly, there is no point in keeping it." As for the part of my body, I have already thrown it into the fire and burned it. (To be continued.) )