Chapter 79 The Ritual of Chiron (Modified)

The six centaurs including Firenze and Ronan pondered the patterns that Allen couldn't understand in front of the stone wall with solemn expressions, as if the most fascinating thing in the world was the stone wall in front of them, and there was nothing else that could separate them. Heart.

Although Matilda allowed Allen to walk freely in their inheritance, Allen felt that it was better not to be too presumptuous. Matilda saw that Alan was at a loss, thought about it, and said to Alan, "Alan, if you want, I can accompany you for a walk in the fort."

"I can't ask for more, my respected centaur." Without breaking the etiquette, it is naturally best to have more knowledge.

They passed through this stone room and continued to walk along the path paved with stone slabs. Matilda's hooves sounded far, far away in this empty fortress. Allen observed the words and patterns on the wall all the way, and he could tell that most of these patterns were describing various stories about centaurs and stars. With some superficial knowledge of astronomy, he understood Zero A small number of sporadic celestial bodies move regularly, but Allen doesn't know what the trajectories of various celestial bodies combine to represent. As for those words with complicated patterns, Alan didn't know anything about them. These words were probably ancient runic texts, Alan guessed in his heart.

Although Alan, who possesses the Xueba system, seems ignorant at this time, it does not prevent him from remembering these unfamiliar words deeply in his mind. The wider the knowledge, the more I know, the more I feel that I need to learn a lot.

"Alan, it's almost time. We're going back to prepare for the ceremony." Alan, who was immersed in the memory of these patterns and words, didn't realize when Matilda left. Until then, it was like a dream Waking up from the majestic inheritance of knowledge.

He walked out of the fort in a trance and returned to the Forbidden Forest. The moonlight sprinkled silver light on the branches of the trees like water. The night air is cool and fresh, with a faint floral scent. This kind of coolness calmed down Allen's brain, which was filled with various patterns and words, and was about to explode, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed and smoothed.

"What a fine day tonight!" Matilda said lightly.

Indeed, in this wide valley, there is no wind, and only the horsemen are sitting or lying down, looking up at the starry sky contentedly under the cover of the starry sky. Allen subconsciously looked for the figures of the six centaurs including Firenze and Ronan, but they were nowhere to be found.

The bright moon is in the sky, shedding a bright light. This valley is completely visible, only the dense jungle in the distance, the quiet moonlight and the shadows of the trees are intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish the scenery. The valley at this time was very different from what Alan had seen during the day. The soft lawn in the middle had been completely replaced by flat land, with silverstone powder painted on it with the lines and patterns that Alan had seen in the fortress. These patterns form a circle, but the inner patterns become more esoteric and complicated as they go inward. These patterns drawn with silverstone powder emit a lustrous light in the moonlight. The middlemost position surrounded by the lines is the wooden platform built by the horse people with huge wood, which has a rough and simple beauty. On the wooden platform, three logs are intertwined with various vines, and they are inserted straight into the sky.

Matilda jumped up high and stepped onto the wooden platform. She raised her horse's hooves and knocked on the wooden platform three times. In an instant, a powerful knocking sound came from the wooden platform. This sound seems to be the unique way of the centaur to transmit information. Soon, a large group of centaur appeared in the valley, as if thousands of troops were roaring towards them. They were of different colors and sizes, but without exception. Amazingly, their manes glisten in the moonlight. At this moment, they stood quietly in the valley, staring at the king Matilda on the high platform.

"Clan people, we gathered together today to better explore the secrets of the stars. Our friend Alan generously sent the moon gem, although the gem is currently entangled by the power of the curse,

But I believe that after the baptism of our Chiron ceremony, it will definitely restore its original appearance. "Matilda's words are full of confidence and courage.

As soon as his words fell, the horsemen who had been standing still immediately became noisy and restless. It seems that they are all excited about the news of getting the moon gem. They are eager to try and can't wait to contribute their strength to the group.

"Be quiet, now, please stand quickly according to your corresponding constellations." The horsemen responded and found their positions quickly.

"Now, the Ritual of Chiron begins!" Matilda raised her two front legs high and stepped heavily on the wooden platform, repeating six times. Six loud knocks sounded in the deep valley, and Dada's hooves sounded again in the distance. Firenze and the other six horsemen leaped high over the bushes and ran to the wooden platform with their heads held high. Their manes gleamed in the moonlight, and they were very majestic.

"Brave Chiron warriors, the time has come for you to serve. The stars in the sky will be your help. Please take your place now!" Matilda said solemnly, with a dignified expression.

Firenze and the others immediately stood around the wooden platform, on the six spiral patterns drawn with silverstone powder. Allen noticed that each of the six selected Chiron warriors had a different mane color.

All was quiet again. Suddenly, Allen seemed to hear a low and wonderful music sounding in the valley. This was not a hallucination, but a faint percussion sound, similar to the sound of human tap dancing. Allen shook his head vigorously and listened attentively. The music became louder and louder. It was a rough and trance-like melody. Suddenly, Alan reacted and looked at Firenze and them. I saw that at the beginning, they just bent their knees lightly and tapped the ground. Later, the sound of the horseshoes gradually became stronger, the speed of the horseshoes hitting the ground became faster and faster, and the range of their forelimbs raised higher and higher. ...The music composed of Dada's hoofbeats also became more and more high-pitched, gradually making people feel that the momentum was like a rainbow.