After running for two hours, they had covered over three hundred miles on the labyrinthine path.
Indeed, on this narrow mountain road, the centaurs hadn't even tried to charge, yet their speed was still an astonishing seventy to eighty kilometers per hour.
This power, this speed, this height, this size.
No wonder the centaurs could become the ace cavalry of the land; when five thousand centaur troops charged, fifty thousand infantry couldn't stop them.
"We've arrived!"
The procession came to a halt, and someone removed Lanling's blindfold.
...
This was the core area of the Centaur Tribe.
In Lanling's imagination, the Centaur Tribe should have tents and grasslands.
However, in reality, there were stone caves, stone towers, and pyramids everywhere.
Of course, there were also the ubiquitous Moon Demon statues, each with heaps of gold coins and luxurious silks laid at their feet.
