Sword and Magic and Taxi

Centaur Chief Branverton immediately summoned the remaining thirty warriors, picked up weapons and ran towards the direction of the valley. There used to be a fast-flowing creek there, which washed away the soil on the surface, hollowed out the tree roots, and formed a valley that cut deeply into the ground, and then slowly expanded to both sides until the river dug through the ground. Falling into the underground passage. The water flow slowed down greatly, leaving a smooth and easy path without tree obstructions, which was called the Valley Land by the horses and men.

The surviving tribes hid on the hills that were slightly higher than the surrounding hills, protected by two cliffs that could barely be called cliffs. The best remaining road was this washed out valley. The men and horses laid traps there, mainly javelins and pits, hoping to delay the giant's offensive. Branverton knew very well that our original camp failed to block the giant, and I'm afraid it won't work here either. But the people of the tribe really need to rest, even if they can have three or five days.

Ixy, you are ready to evacuate the camp. We...we will go to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore. That is our last hope. Branverton said to the old men: Even if we don't If you come back alive, you must also live.

Chief... The old man suddenly pulled a bunch of mane off his head and threw it to the ground: Yes, I'll do it right away!

The centaur chief led the last warriors and galloped out of the camp, once again stepping into the charging hooves of war. Many young people wanted to join in, but he stopped them. These little guys don't play much of a role on the battlefield, and they also cause trouble to others due to lack of cooperation and running around.

I don't know if they have a chance to grow up. With such worries, Branverton came to the edge of the valley. There was a man-horse sentry here, and the horn was blown from here. I originally thought that there should have been a battle here, but the two guards on guard were still well hidden behind the trees. They stuck out half their heads and looked in the direction of the valley. No need for the guard to say anything, Branverton realized something was wrong. The sounds of fighting kept coming, but they were all in the distance, seemingly further than the trap area.

The trolls didn't attack? What are they doing? The chief pulled a guard over and asked, What happened?

Chief, we heard the sound of the trap being triggered and the scream of the giant, so we blew the horn. But... it seems... maybe... The centaur guard hesitated, and finally said bravely: They seemed to be fighting on their own and had been ping-ping-ping-ping-ping-ping for a while.”

You didn't go and take a look? the chief asked, then shook his head: Forget it, I'll go take a look.

They broke up and walked cautiously down the valley. Suddenly, in the forest at the end of their field of vision, a sea of ​​​​fire suddenly broke out! The orange light pierced their eyes, causing them to close their eyes. Branverton held his hand in front of his face and barely looked through his fingers, vaguely seeing a huge black figure walking on the edge of the sea of ​​fire. If such a violent flame breaks out in the forest, it is likely to cause a terrible fire. Because the trees were too dense, he couldn't tell the direction of the wind. If it was blowing in the direction of the camp, the consequences would be disastrous.

The flames continued to burn and were more than a hundred meters wide. With this light, the men and horses saw several more moving black figures one after another, but they could not see clearly what they were. A very strange thing happened. Not a single tree was ignited in the area shrouded in fire. The flames spread on the ground, and the big tree looked on beside it.

After burning for about five minutes, the flame suddenly went out and no trace of light could be seen. With the breeze, the smell of burnt flesh slowly drifted over, making the horses and men suddenly feel hungry. Along with the smoke, a giant, three humans and a dog swaggered over.

He's about to step into the trap... Before the guard could finish his words, he saw that the trap suddenly collapsed on its own. The rattan mat that was originally covering it floated into the air, was torn into pieces, and then fell on the stream like a heavy rain. Shooting back and forth in the valley area. All the traps hidden in rocks, tree roots and ravines were set off. Javelins, flying arrows and rocks flew randomly for a while, and then slowly died down.

Hey, Centaur! I see you! Zhao Mai shouted loudly: My name is Mike Longhou, from Hogwarts. I have no ill intentions and come to talk to you.

After waiting for a while and receiving no response, Zhao Mai called out again and added: If you don't reply, I'll take it as an agreement and I'll go over right now.

What should we do? This wizard looks difficult to deal with. The centaur soldier said to Branverton: Chief, how about we cover it on both sides, and we will shoot together as soon as you give the order. He will definitely have no place to dodge, and we will definitely shoot him to death. !”

Just as Branverton was about to nod in agreement, he heard a shout from the other side: Don't bother shooting from both sides, it's useless! The Centaur Chief stomped his hoof bitterly: What kind of ears is he? Leave him alone. Let’s talk about both sides! I’ll go see what he has to say!”

Ten men and horses came from the front, and a dozen more separated the sides, surrounding Zhao Mai in a semicircle. They hid half of their bodies behind the 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 side of the group, so that he and Ado on the far left could block the direction where they were most likely to be shot.

Mike Longhou? I seem to remember you once going deep into our territory to find stone statues. Haven't you already got what you are looking for, why are you coming back?

Zhao Mai squinted his eyes and looked at it for himself, but he really couldn't tell the difference between the people and the horses, at least it couldn't match his previous memory. Are you among those people from last time? Then why didn't you put up a boundary sign? Didn't I remind you?

After the shaman passed away, none of us can write anymore. Branverton said: Tell me why you came?

I'll give you something back, give you something, and then I'll discuss something with you. Zhao Mai spread his hands and said, The person who gave you something back was a young man. While we were still talking, he attacked us out of nowhere. He is right next to me. There are about two hundred steps behind him, uh, about a hundred steps for you, and he is tied with a rope to a tree. I told him that I would bring him back to you, but he didn't believe it.

Is it true? Branverton said to the soldier beside him: Go and take a look, be careful, you know?

The horse nodded and ran past Zhao Mai, causing the wind to blow up Zhao Mai's clothes. Barbara stared at the centaur very nervously until he ran away. Zhao Mai was unmoved at all, and still looked ahead, without even blinking. With Xiaohua and food reserves helping him observe the surrounding situation, he was not afraid of being attacked by men and horses at all.

The second thing, this is what I have given you. Zhao Mai gestured to Ado. The giant reached for his left hand holding the shield with his right hand, then took off a large bundle from his wrist and threw it on the ground. The blue cloth bag was soaked with black liquid. When opened, there were eight troll heads inside.

Actually, three more were killed on the road, but they were burned directly without cutting off the heads. Zhao Mai said lightly: Even if only the head is left, this thing will slowly regenerate and then come back to life, so after you accept it, Just burn it quickly, there is no point in keeping it. As for the body parts, I have already thrown them into the fire and burned them.