87_87643 Why do I have wings, but I always walk with a deep foot and a shallow foot?"

Morriel glanced back at Forty-Seven in exasperation as the sand he kicked hit her in the face. She raised her hand and wiped it, continuing to follow Jacob and observe the route the merchant had taken them: "Stop chattering. Because this is the Outlands, stupid. I don't want everyone here to see us, and I don't know if they'll be able to adapt to your bling when they're used to the fog. ”

"Rest easy, mighty samurai. Jacob slowed down: "You don't need to rush. Whether it's walking or flying, it's the same for our journey – our destination is where it belongs, and we'll get there when it's time to arrive. ”

"Really? You'd better have something new before I get tired of guessing puzzles, Smurfs. Forty-seven didn't know what method he used, but he actually put the "boy" on his left wrist. The silver skull is "clicking, clicking", emitting a series of slight grinding sounds, like a clock.

"You misunderstood......" The merchant didn't pay much attention to the intimidating taste in Forty-Seven's tone, he now understood that as long as he didn't really provoke this guy, he could not take his threat seriously: "The physical laws of the main material plane are not fully applicable here, because the laws of operation of everything are different. ”

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "For example, there is no sun in the outer lands...... This is different from the vast majority of the material world. Even many outer planes have a sun hanging in the sky, even the Bottomless Abyss and Bato Otherworld. The problem of distance from the Outlands is another significant and unique property. The journey from one place to another is constantly changing. We'll never know how far away we're going, and walking, riding, flying, or teleporting spells won't help us get there sooner - but as long as we don't get lost, know where we're going, and how to go, we'll get there sooner or later. It is the Outlands themselves that determine the time of the road. ”

"Wow, that's amazing. Cairo listened and looked around, "The ground moves on its own?"

It's a lot of work to explain something to the main material guy. Jacob decided to pretend he didn't hear it, because there were countless stupid questions like this every day in the Outlands.

"It sounds like relativity. Forty-seven wasn't going to discuss that with Jacob either. He thinks that the plane businessman actually knows nothing about this, and is not at all better than the Guy - think that there were billions of people in the first two or three thousand years, and there was only one Einstein.

Now his attention was drawn to something on the horizon: "What's that?"

The merchant quickly turned and looked in the direction the Iron Samurai had said. He was a little nervous at first, but after a moment of observation, his expression eased.

"It's fine. ”

"What's okay?" Forty-Seven zoomed in on the landscape and noticed that the guy walking towards them in the distance looked like a centaur from a fairy tale, but the details were a little different: "Do you know this four-legged friend?"

"Half-human sheep. Half man, half sheep. Whatever we think - but when dealing with them, it's best to think of them as intelligent beings equal to us. Jacob said, shrugging his bare brow brow again, "They usually live in groups, sojourning in the Outlands and in the fields and grasslands of many upper planes. But there are also such outliers who run around single-handedly, and who knows? Centaurs have always been carefree and irresponsible for their own behavior. But compared to the other creatures of the Outlands that we may encounter, they are the saints of the Heavenly Mountain...... Just don't mess with them. ”

The half-man sheep nimbly followed the intermittent and half-exposed veins of the yellow sand, avoiding sinking into the sand. As he drew closer, the sound of the tapping hooves got closer. It grew clearer and clearer until it came to a halt on the sand dunes on their side.

"Do you think he's here for trouble?" Forty-Seven kept staring at the half-sheep on the hillside, and the half-sheep-warrior watched the travelers through the dry riverbed. He didn't untie the hunting bow from his back. His hand was pressed against the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, and his long, trimmed hair was blown by the wind and almost covered a pair of crooked ram's horns on his head. During this time, the centaur remained expressionless, as if the stunt of forty-seven spinning his head in all directions could not frighten him at all.

"If you look at him like that again, it will become yes. Morriel said so. But I guess things won't be so simple.

But the centaur did not follow them. The forty-seven and the group continued to walk forward, and after turning over a rocky mountain that was not too high, the figure of the warrior was obscured. It's out of sight.

Jacob was visibly relieved.

"Nothing. Most of the centaurs are kind-hearted, but their behavior is unreasonable. The merchant dusted off his sleeve: "Maybe he's just curious, or wants to see if we need help." ”

"He didn't look like he was trying to help us. Carrot said that sensitive little girls always see things that others have overlooked.

"Unless he's Pan Shen, what do I want him to help do?" Four ** steps forward, each foot leaving a lot of marks on the sand, announcing the end of this little episode.

It's a pity that he is not a musician, otherwise he could have put a break on it and avoided a lot of trouble in the future.

A few people didn't go far before the sound of hooves sounded again. But this time, the sound of hooves came one after another, violently and obviously, and the faint shaking of the earth quickly turned into a drum that seemed to be vibrating violently.

"The god of magic is above...... "Jacob couldn't help but mutter.

Dozens, nay, maybe hundreds of adult half-human sheep galloped in from all directions, converging together to form a semicircular encirclement to catch up with Forty-Seven and the others. The pursuers closed the gap in an instant, encircling them inside and out, and the blades of their scimitars and arrows were all pointed at the travelers, as if they would be beckoned at the slightest movement. Special mention - every centaur warrior has a fire burning in his eyes. Hatred and anger are almost overflowing from the eyes!

"You must have been to Donglaishun too many times before. Forty-Seven scoffed, taking a step to keep Morrill and Cairo in his back, the rivets in his fingers sliding in and out, reassembling a large number of small, intricate contraptions into new structures. Although his hands are not raised, there is reason to believe that they are capable of doing everything from skinning and cramping a goat to frying and frying.

"Kind-hearted...... very

Not bad. "Morrill pushed Kyro between Forty-Seven and the Plane Merchants to get the maximum amount of cover.

After a brief standoff. The centaurs moved their formation to make way for their leader.

"Executioners, what kind of vicious soul could drive you to commit such a crime?" the leader of the centaur sheep who came out of the crowd was already very old from the point of view of both men and sheep. His eyes were deep-set, his skin was yellow, and the two thick horns of the goat, full of threads, on his forehead were stretched back, the tips of which were bent back to the broad shoulders of his blouse, and a thick, white beard like a waterfall almost hung down to the ground, the ends were tied up, and jewels hung from them—a little comical at first glance. But the old man's knife-sharp gaze and the nail-headed scepter in his hand were enough to dispel the laughter of others, not to mention the fact that there were a hundred and ten sharp arrows on the tight bowstring around him, which were about to explode.

"I'm more than happy to make this accusation well-deserved. Forty-seven glanced at the old half-sheep, and his mind was probably already thinking about what condiments to use to get rid of the smell.

"Dear Half-Sheep Chief, there must be some misunderstanding here. You see, we've only been out of the portal in the abandoned temple for a few hours, and we haven't seen anyone but you and your mighty warriors. Jacob's spider-legged fingers rubbed back and forth, weighing the words to find a balance in the midst of the crisis: "And for the first time, my traveling companions have left their home in the main material realm and come to the Outlands. I'm sure they could never have done anything offensive to the Centaur Tribe...... Are you looking for the wrong person?"

"Master Material!" said the centaur who followed the old chief. He was much taller than the centaurs around him, wearing almost nothing but a few wide belts tied to his body, and his burly stature and knotted muscles made him look perhaps more suitable for the nickname "Centaure". A long, deep scar ran down from the bare forehead, skirted the bridge of the nose, cracked the lips, and cut the entire face into two misshapen pieces, and finally slashed into the thick chest hair like a bolt of angry lightning.

He wielded a massive double-edged axe. Swinging a dinner knife with ease—he seemed to be the only one of the centaur warriors to wield a heavy weapon like an axe, and his roar was like the high-pitched hiss of sharpening the blade: "They're a bunch of thugs who attack just because of a word or glance at them! Wash blood in blood!"

"We attacked because we were insulted. There must have been something in Moriel's calm voice, for it not only overpowered the shouting of the strong centaurs, but also blew through everyone's hearts like a cold wind: "If Your Excellency can learn to use a more friendly title than 'Lord Material,' we may be able to find a much calmer way to meet than we are in the present situation." Say, before we destroy each other—what is it that makes you sword each other?"

There was a moment of silence. It's like a group of people sitting around a nuclear bomb counting down, listening to the ticking sound and staring at the dwindling numbers, but no one can come up with a proper solution that will save their lives.

Maybe he was afraid of the female mage and the iron warrior, or maybe he wasn't sure if they had found the right creditor, but the chief of the demi-sheep stopped the scarred man with a gesture, but the accusation was still harsh: "Our swords will only point to evil!

"Boy, please tell me what you should do when you provoke a centaur?" Forty-Seven raised his left hand and asked the silver skull as if no one was around—of course, before Forty-Seven released it, the little skull could only emit a series of meaningless noises.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and everything will be fine!" As soon as the skull floated up, it immediately rattled two rows of teeth, and came out with such a sentence that it could almost blow everyone's lungs...... Except for forty-seven.

"You tin bastard!" Scarred Men scavenged his hooves and strode forward, his axe blade must have wanted to make a close encounter with Forty-Seven's shiny back.

But he was soon forced to stop, and could only shake the curly horns menacingly at Forty-Seven. The man who stopped him was Jacob, a plane merchant who looked as gentle and harmless as a snail.

"Dear friends, I guarantee that my family has accumulated a reputation for business, can you first explain the cause and effect of what happened?" Jacob grasped Scar Man in one hand, his fingers wrapped around his humanoid wrist like a rope, and grasped it tightly, and in the other hand he actually carried his double-edged axe - almost no one could see how he unloaded the Centaurea weapon.

"Mr. Samurai, please calm down as well, the information in the skull of the chatterbox is preset, and it is not entirely correct, what it will say depends entirely on its maker, and this sentence just now must be the answer of the people of the Strict City!" Jacob stabilized the centaur, and then turned back to Forty-Seven to explain, for a moment there was really a feeling of being in control of the overall situation: "If you ask it again, it will probably be different!"

Forty-seven really asked again, and the skull really gave another answer, it sounds like the importer must be highly educated, and Su zhì is good: "Treat each other with courtesy, and convince people with virtue." ”

Before the Centaure's patience was worn out by Forty-Seven and the Kid's reed, Morriel and the others finally figured out what was going on.

A small centaur shelter had been raided the night before. The invaders were so brutal that all the adult half-sheep were killed, and the only survivor was his parents who hid him in a rock crevice and saved him with his body at the cost of his life. According to the little centaurs' staccato accounts, one of the murderers was a young female mage, and the other had fiery red eyes—so it's no wonder that the centaurs were furious when they found Forty-Seven and the others.

"We only arrived in the Outlands today, having been trapped in the astral plane. Jacob became louder when he found out what was going on, after all, he was a businessman and not a liar: "Trust me, honorable Great Chief. I am deeply saddened and regretted by the terrible atrocities that have befallen your people...... However, it has nothing to do with me and my friends. We ......"

"A female mage with red eyes and a firemaniac?" Morrill thought.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, looking at the Centaur Chief calmly, "I want to know more." Can I meet that little centaur?"

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the eighteenth round of the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Three Hundred Centaurs, maybe more addresses.