Bypassing the pair of sword-wielding giant stone statues on both sides of the Cape Naren Strait at the northwest end of the Aegean Continent is more than 200 meters high, even if you have truly entered the hinterland of the Aegean Continent.

Behind the strait, which is only two kilometers wide, lies the vast Aegean Inland Sea. Half a month further on, you will arrive at the mouth of the northeastern province of the Kingdom of Bimon, the Danube Wilderness hidden by the snow-capped mountains of Temurraya.

A low-ranking Beamon Wind Priest, the House centaur Ikita was dragging his tired body along with his son near Cape Naron, looking for a new settlement for a small group of steppe centaurs of less than fifty.

Prairie centaurs are both vegetarian and meat-eaten, but they prefer to eat sweet weeds to burrowing marmots.

Unlike jungle centaurs, steppe centaurs are nomadic and naturally roaming around and do not want to settle in one place. The steppe centaur is a natural spear-thrower, likes to chase the footsteps of the wind, gallops on the grassland that does not pass the front knee, and often calls himself the child of the wind.

Ikita needed to find a good place for the tribesmen's new stronghold to place the ancient totem of the god of war.

The totem poles tangled in knots are soaked with the wind and frost of history, which belongs to the belief of Beamon, no matter where they go, they are shrouded in the aura of the god of war after all, and they are not abandoned by the god of war.

No matter how difficult life is, they are attacked and harassed by bandits and beasts in the wilderness from time to time, they firmly believe that they are in the arms of the god of war.

"Daddy, look!" Ikita's son, a small centaur dragged and pointed to the distant sky. The son has the qualifications to become a priest of Beamon, although he may be just a wind priest like himself for the rest of his life, but this is still the glory of the god of war.

So Ikita went out with her little son this time, and let him suffer first.

"What's the matter, son. ”

"It's the god of war!

"You are religious, and you are equally willing to accept the guidance of the god of war to become the next priest of our tribe, but that doesn't mean you can lie in the name of the god of war. This is a very serious act of blasphemy..."

Ikita said as she casually looked up in the direction of her son's finger, but the rest of the words could not be spoken.

More than twenty meters per second of wind whistled through the air, blowing a dozen long braids that Ikita had tied behind her head and fluttered in the wind.

The wind did not obscure the centaurs' eyes, but instead evolved thick eyelids in their life-chasing wind, forming a strange bend and curvature.

When the wind comes here, it doesn't blow directly into the eyeballs, but gently draws a circle and goes around. And at this moment, these handsome big eyes opened incomparably wide, and there was an inexplicable frenzy bursting out of those dark pupils.

A huge ship is sailing in the sky, slowly heading towards the Aegean continent!

The giant ship was so huge, many, many times bigger than the giant whales they had ever seen, and the bow of the ship was written in Mongolian with two large characters "kamikaze", and a large flag was waving in the wind on the bow.

Emerald Fragrance Army!

The giant ship sliced through the sword-wielding colossus of Cape Naron, whose figure was even greater than that of the mountain-like colossus, and Ikita involuntarily fell to her knees with tears in her eyes.

"God of War! That's a ship belonging to the God of War!The God of War sent his servant to Aegean~" As a member of the Wind Chaser clan, the centaur's eyes were particularly sharp, and he saw at a glance that there was a figure of Beamon on the inexplicable giant ship.

And it's still the legendary Zerg Beamon who has long since disappeared!

The grace of the god of war is everywhere~

"Let's go, son, let's go back to the tribe!" Ikita turned resolutely.

"Dad, aren't we looking for a place to put the totem?"

"Don't let go, the guidance of the god of war has appeared, and we steppe centaurs should follow in the footsteps of the god of war. ”

"And where are we going?"

"Fei Leng Emerald, the servant of the god of war is waiting for us there. ”

"Where's the Emerald?"

"I don't know, but we'll know eventually, as long as we keep up with the footsteps of the god of war~"

At this moment, there is also a conversation in the sky.

"I didn't expect the effect of the Great Wind Song to be so good, so that I could hold up my kamikaze and fly in the air~" Liu Zhenzhen was very satisfied with his car.

"It is also because the cicada people are born to communicate with the wind spirits, so the power of the collective chanting of a thousand cicadas should not be underestimated. If you want to drive this ship in the future, you will have to arrange for the cicadas to board the ship as soon as you shoot it. ”

"Those are small things, but I became interested in you, what is God?"

Hearing this, Lu Xihua nodded slightly, "It's hard to imagine, isn't it? The so-called gods or immortals are a life form that is different from ordinary flesh and blood. Maybe you can't understand it now, but one day, when you embark on this road, you will understand that in the end, everything comes down to the law, which is the Tao that Chinese civilization often says. ”

Liu Zhenzhen frowned, "Immortals are all the embodiment of the Dao or the Dao body of the condensation of the law?"

"Somewhat close, but not accurate. This realm cannot be described, and I am also on the path of seeking, as if I asked you, what is the war song?"

"Of course the war song is the god of war..."Speaking of this, Liu Zhenzhen suddenly became dumb, and he somewhat understood what Lu Xihua meant.

"War songs, magic, and my Taoism are just a form of power, don't be fooled by appearances. ”

"How is that possible? They're not the same at all. ”

Lu Xihua pondered for a moment, "Let's put it this way, do you think that whether it's a war song, magic, or Taoism, the more powerful it is, the more powerful it is?"

Liu Zhenzhen spread his hands, "Is there anything wrong with this?

Lu Xihua said, "It is precisely because of this, the development of this world has gone astray, and you are all lost in the path of seeking power, and you do not know anything about the nature of power. ”

Liu Zhenzhen's brows furrowed when he heard this, "What do you say?"

"Do you think that using magic to bombard is the most direct way to destroy the enemy, like what happened to us with the Sea Clan before?"

"You go on..."

"Actually, the simplest is the most powerful. What is the most lacking thing when the sea tribe comes ashore?"

"Water!"

"Count one, if there is a kind of magic or war song that can quickly drain the water from the opponent's body, wouldn't it be more effective than you against the bombardment?"

"This?!"

"Also, the creatures of this world seem to need to breathe. There's a kind of magic or war song that can turn the environment around the enemy into a vacuum, how can they fight it?"

Liu Zhen was speechless, he somewhat understood what Lu Xihua meant, blindly pursuing the power of war songs and magic, but ignoring the common factors around him. And these inconspicuous places are the most deadly.

"But these have no effect on the gods and immortals, they are the ones who can easily change the rules of the world. ”

"Like a realm?"

"Their mastery of magic has allowed them to build small private proving grounds. But in this world, whoever has the biggest fist can speak, and when it comes to a level that can destroy the rules they have built, the realm is useless. ”

"What should I do? All I can get my hands on now is the war song, and it's a Chinese war song. Liu Zhenzhen really asked Lu Xihua for advice.