Chapter 1625 Inspiration From the Stars

There is still no one in the huge city of London.

Although the army of living corpses had already left here, Hai Erbo didn't seem to come back, but even today, no one dared to set foot here easily.

On the streets, the traces of the fierce battles still remain - collapsed high-rise buildings, cracked roads, shops along the street with broken doors and windows, and large bloodstains that have dried up and turned black... Looking around, it is full of people who can't help but frown The mess.

Maca didn't stay here for too long, he just extended his perception ability with all his strength and scanned the whole city. After failing to find Hai Erbo's existence, he left quickly.

Because this place is too familiar, if you see too much, your bad mood will definitely be made worse by the dilapidated and dead silence here.

As for where he will go next...it is naturally the tribe of the centaur.

Since the centaurs had foreseen the danger back then and moved their entire family away from the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest early on, it can be said now that it was an exceptionally accurate foresight.

After that, perhaps because the centaurs had long been accustomed to living in dense forests, the place they moved to was still a deep mountain and dense forest.

From the city to this green mountain, within one step, the steel jungle turned into a real forest, but Maca didn't feel so refreshed.

The sense of depression always surrounds him, as if the ghost is lingering.

"Is no one out?"

Maca paused a little at the edge of the forest on the hillside, looked left and right, and sure enough, no one appeared. If it were in the past, the Yima clan patriarch's excellent foresight talent might have already sent out his tribe to wait for him.

It's a pity, as Firenze said at Hogwarts earlier, this huge disaster has disrupted the starlight, and the centaur clan's ability to predict astrology is greatly limited.

I don't know if he can get the help he expects when he comes this time.

While thinking about this, Maca casually pushed aside a bush that was half a person tall, and got into the dark mountain forest even though it was daytime.

To be honest, since this forest is really dense, just find someone to throw it in, maybe you won't even know the direction after taking two steps. Fortunately, Maca can easily find the exact location of the Centaur tribe even without the help of magical perception.

Because he had already been here when the centaur tribe moved here.

Not long after, when Maca pushed aside a bunch of bushes blocking the way and bypassed a thick tree trunk, the original wooden fence with obvious traces of artificial construction fell into his eyes.

The tribe of the Centaurs is still the same. All buildings implement the principle of "never spend too much effort where it can be simple". Basically, they are built by relying on the trunks of living trees.

Although in the words of the horse people themselves, this is called "love trees, love nature". But Maca reckoned that the word "lazy" would also be a big influencing factor.

"...McLean?"

The first person who found Maca here was a centaur guard standing guard at the entrance of the tribe with a bow and arrow on his back. When he turned his head and saw Maca standing outside the fence not far away, he couldn't help being slightly stunned.

"Oh! May the stars still bless you... Please come in, I'll go and inform Davros—Brother Bain, take Mr. McLean over slowly."

Seeing what the other party said, he immediately kicked off his hoof, turned around and ran back, kicking and stamping, and went to the rear of the tribe. And one of the other three centaur guards took two steps forward in response, stretched out his hand towards Maca and said:

"Mr. McLean, please—my family Davros has been waiting for you for a long time."

Compared with the centaur who was running back just now, the "Bain" in front of him is obviously older and more calm.

When Maca saw this, he naturally did not refuse. He nodded and followed the other party into the new tribe of the centaur.

Once inside, as we go deeper, the surrounding shacks finally become a little more regular because of the application of stone.

As far as Maca knows, such a difference in residence can also be used to distinguish the status of its owner in the centaur tribe. The closer to the inside and the more stone materials used, the higher the status of the horse people living inside.

Until Davros in a tribe... that is, the tribal chief of the Centaurs, he basically lived next to the forbidden site of the Centaurs' ancestral temple built purely from large bricks or simply using natural caves and grottoes.

But this time, because it hasn't been long since they moved here, the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral temple is being built, but their current Davros still lives in a shack mostly made of wood.

It's just that compared with the residences of other tribesmen, it is obviously much bigger.

When Maca walked all the way to the big hut located in the deepest part of the tribe under the watchful eyes of many centaurs, the young centaur who was a little bluffing before had already come out of the house and said to Maca :

"Go in, please! Davros is waiting for you inside."

Seeing that after the other party said something to Maca, he and Bain who led Maca directly guarded the door and became the guard of the patriarch's residence. Passed by and went straight in.

As soon as he entered the door, he only felt the light behind him dim slightly, and the two centaur had already blocked the door, blocking the sight of all the clansmen.

Maca didn't look back, because he had already noticed that the "Davros" who was sitting inside... seemed to be in a bad state.

"Mr. McLean...please take a seat as you please!"

I remember that it has not been a few years since the previous generation of Davros resigned and died. Now this term should be in the prime of life. And in fact, it is true.

Just judging from the other party's tendon, it is enough to be called young and vigorous.

However, at this moment, the burly young Davros in front of Maca was "sitting" on the soft shop with his four legs bent, leaning against the wall pillar in the middle, looking sick no matter what. Unhappy look.

"Davros, look... what's going on? Was there a backlash after the prophecy failed?"

It is the only possibility that Maca can make the patriarch of the centaur into this embarrassing appearance, and after thinking about it, and judging from what Firenze said at the time, this is almost the same.

Sure enough, soon, he saw the other party nodded slowly.

"However... Actually, it can't be regarded as a complete failure. At least before I pay the due price, the awesome power of the stars... still solved some doubts for me."

Young Davros said softly:

"And this time, Firenze invited you here because of the enlightenment bestowed by these stars."