"Quick quick quick!"
"He's coming!"
"Mora, take the foals into the caves!"
"Leave everything else!"
"Act normal!"
"Mill, Windwheel, with me!"
The Centaur tribe drowned in panic and chaos. Their exchanges were filled with unease, the air thick with fear.
Firenze led several Centaur warriors, frantically directing the evacuation of women and children.
At the other end of the tribe.
Several elderly Centaurs had already taken positions at the entrance, calmly awaiting fate's arrival.
In their vision.
Tonight's death star blazed unusually bright, its eerie bloody glow shrouding the entire Forbidden Forest.
At the very center lay the Centaur tribe.
On this night that should have been peaceful, the Centaur tribe was once again forcibly pushed to fate's crossroads...
Brilliant silver light flickered in mid-air.
Leading Theodore and Tiger through layers of dense forest into Centaur territory.
At this moment.
Firenze stood with the tribe's warriors at the entrance, his fearful, trembling eyes tracking the silver light in the night sky, his breathing growing heavier.
A massive black shadow thundered through the forest.
Like pressing storm clouds, it swept into the air, caught the silver radiance, then crashed to earth. Shocking craters and cracks bloomed beneath Venom's feet.
"Haha, we've arrived!"
"This place is quite nice."
Venom's deep, hoarse laughter echoed.
Under moonlight, his sharp fangs and pale eyes looked particularly sinister.
Gazing at the nearby shadow.
Unprecedented fear and despair spread from the Centaur warriors' hearts.
"Let me out, Venom."
A muffled voice sounded from within Venom's body.
"Oh, sorry."
"I almost forgot."
When merged with Tiger, Tiger was always in control. This time, with Venom suddenly taking charge, he felt unaccustomed and nearly forgot Theodore was inside.
Sticky, writhing liquid instantly separated. Theodore's thin figure suddenly appeared before Firenze.
He walked expressionlessly to Firenze and handed over the parchment from his coat.
"Within one week, collect all the creatures on this list. When the time comes... urgh..."
Intense dizziness kept assaulting Theodore's brain. He couldn't hold back.
Before finishing, he vomited.
Venom laughed gleefully behind him.
Unlike the perfect fusion with Tiger.
Theodore inside him was like boarding a recklessly charging vehicle—dizziness was normal.
Facing the vomit splashing on him.
Firenze didn't dodge.
He reached out to take the parchment, then pulled an herb from the leather pouch at his waist.
"Young one, you can try this."
Theodore didn't refuse. He stuffed the herb into his mouth. A warm, comfortable feeling gradually rose from his stomach, bringing some color back to his pale face.
"Thank you..."
His cold, empty gaze shifted slightly, glaring viciously at Venom before pulling out his wand to cast a cleaning charm on Firenze.
For a pureblood noble.
Vomiting on someone else was utterly shameful, and more importantly, he represented Father.
However.
Firenze clearly didn't care.
Compared to the life and death of the entire Centaur tribe, merely being vomited on was nothing. If this could help them survive the calamity, he'd willingly drown in vomit.
"May I ask..."
"Does the lord have any other requirements?" His anxious gaze kept looking behind Theodore.
Venom's fierce, massive form was overwhelmingly oppressive. The Centaur warriors didn't even dare breathe deeply, their faces growing paler.
Looking at Firenze and the others.
Theodore nodded slightly, seeming to understand something. His emotions weren't as tense as before.
"You can go back now."
"Don't worry. As long as you prove your worth, Father will not only let you live well—he'll take you out of the Forbidden Forest in the future..."
Hearing this, the Centaur warriors behind Firenze suddenly widened their eyes. Their trembling breath revealed barely suppressed excitement and longing.
The Centaur tribe considered the Forbidden Forest their territory, but this wasn't their choice.
Wizards had imprisoned them here, forbidding them from leaving.
No one wanted to spend their entire life in a cage. They too yearned for the freedom of birds...
"We wouldn't dare..."
Firenze placed his right hand on his chest in salute, front knee slightly bent, head bowed and eyes lowered, appearing quite calm.
He didn't dare hope for too much.
The tribe's safety came above all else.
The Forbidden Forest was a cage, but also protection. The outside world no longer suited Centaurs...
Watching Firenze lead the Centaurs back into the tribe, Theodore also turned toward Venom.
"Let's find Father..."
Not far from the Centaur tribe.
Scorching breath erupted from the ground, carrying the pungent smell of sulfur and ash, permeating the forest.
From caves and crevices.
Muffled explosions and crackling sounds continued.
Accompanied by shrill hissing.
A nightmare wreathed in flames charged out of the cave, carrying a millstone-sized Acromantula on its head.
Inside the cave.
Hellfire danced like demons long imprisoned, breaking free, writhing wildly in the darkness.
Like an unstoppable torrent, trying to devour all living things in roaring flames.
Countless insect bodies turned to charcoal.
The rocky passages also warped and twisted in the burning, displaying eerie yet magnificent mottled colors.
Tiger sat high on horseback.
His pale bone hand casually broke off a spider leg, sending the fragrant meat into his jaw.
He was curious whether he could still possess human senses after completely becoming a skeleton.
Fresh, sweet crab-like flavor flooded his mouth.
However, the next second.
The spider leg meat in his mouth turned to ash, completely disappearing into the Hellfire within his chest.
"Tch..."
Tiger clicked his tongue with boredom.
The nightmare shook its head.
The millstone-sized Acromantula fell to the ground.
Shrill hissing echoed from its fierce mouthparts, as if cursing something.
Heavy hooves stomped down hard. The Acromantula's tough shell seemed as fragile as paper.
The hissing stopped abruptly. Then Hellfire surged wildly, penetrating the insect body.
In an instant, the body turned to charcoal.
Under Hellfire's licking.
The pale green slime on the nightmare's hooves also disappeared completely, falling like white ash.
Sensing no more soul presence in the underground Acromantula nest.
Tiger dropped the spider leg.
With a thought, the flames extinguished instantly.
He and the nightmare's bodies returned to normal. The sacred, pure Unicorn reappeared.
Gleaming moonlight poured down. The hellish scene ravaged mercilessly by flames seemed like an illusion, with only the thick sulfur smell in the air telling its story.
"Haha, we're back!"
Venom descended from the sky carrying Theodore.
Seeing the charred blackness and death in the cave, Venom immediately roared with dissatisfaction.
"Damn bastard!"
"You said you'd wait for me! This kid's magic is too weak—I'm still starving!"
"Next time..."
Tiger yawned lazily.
"There are plenty of spiders here. This was just the smallest nest. You'll have your buffet."
To make horses run, you must let them eat grass.
The Acromantula infestation had severely limited the Centaur tribe's development. He wouldn't allow his private assets to fail to appreciate or even depreciate.
Tiger was a gangster.
Not a capitalist.
Capitalists chose maximum profit.
Gangsters chose to eliminate problems at the root...
"Let's go, Venom."
"We'll come back tomorrow."
"Then you can eat your fill."
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