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Whether it is in the Beast Continent or the Human Continent.

Whenever the centaur is mentioned, people usually think of roughness, violentness and unreasonableness first.

Centaurs are represented by barbarity, linked to alcoholism, violence and pornography, but with a few exceptions.

In this huge expedition fleet, there was a well-known centaur, who was very knowledgeable and educated. He was the teacher of the chief of the centaur Dillyn and the prophet of the centaur, Kelon.

In the wet and dim cabin, a ball of purple flames danced strangely, and the centaur prophet silently watched the subtle changes in the prophet's fire.

"I don't understand why we promised to leave our hometown and look for the distant new world. You must know that it may be a lie, and our centaurs may all be buried in the sea for the lies of a tauren!"

The centaur prophet Kairon did not seem to care about the question of the Centaur Prince Ashlin, and he was still observing the changes in the purple flame with all his concentration.

"…The barren land has no glory and wealth at all. Even if we don't leave, the powerful werewolf will not allow us to continue to rob.…The Centaur tribe needs a new beginning to regain the glory of the lost ancestors.…and, the Prophet Fire told me that it is not a lie to deceive people."

"If we want to successfully arrive in the New World, we centaurs must endure a disaster... I don't know when the disaster will come. But it always follows like a shadow..."

The Centaur Prophet Kairon's hair was completely white and there was no trace of variegation. He carefully observed the Prophet Fire. Ashlin impatiently digged his hooves until the Prophet Fire suddenly turned blue and then extinguished.

The centaur prophet Kailong retracted his overly focused and tired eyes, and suddenly his face changed drastically, "Ashlin, the disaster is coming soon--"

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When the sea water emits surging and roaring in the chaotic darkness, the lightning quickly shatters the sky with its purple-red light.

Thunders followed by lightning flashed in the sky. The sea became violent and gloomy in an instant.

"——The storm is coming, be careful!"

The sea breeze was rushing and whirling, the waves rolled and roared, drowned out the shouts of the antelope sailors.

Just as lightning alternated with each other, the sudden rain suddenly whipped the deck, the rain splashed, and the stirring sea water was fascinated.

At this time, I can no longer tell where the sea is and where the sky is.

The strong wind and heavy rain were like countless whips, sucking hard at the centaur chief Dillin.

Under his skin, the bulging muscles were constantly twitching, and Dillyn's face was as scared as white as a window paper.

After seeing the tranquility and magnificence of the ocean, Dillin experienced the anger of the sea for the first time in his life.

He showed a look of fear. Looking at the scene in front of him, he raised his heart to his throat, his whole body was as nervous as if he was pulling a bow string.

When the strong wind blows to the sea, it becomes a hurricane... At that time, the storm reached its highest point.

It is not only terrible, but also abominable. The tumbling of the sea has reached the sky. It rolls the sea fortresses to a high altitude and then smashes them down fiercely.

In the sky, dark clouds are covered with rage; under the ground, the hurricanes on the sea are mad.

The sky was blowing, and the whole sea seemed to be boiling, full of foam...

All the centaurs hid in the cabin with trembling moans, feeling the whole world was spinning, and there was nothing more terrifying in this world. This was the most vicious moment. Feng became a tyrant who was acting against the enemy, causing huge losses to the fleet carrying centaurs!

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The coast is eight thousand meters, seven centimeters blue, and the sea and sky are connected.

The sea never doubted that the sky was blue, and it was also a city without walls.

On the vast coast of human race, the sea and the sky share the color.

The sea-blue sword is a symbol of power and an extension of the glory of the empire.

The knight wore a long sword and looked at the empire's seaside. In her eyes, a blue elf kept beating in the distance, as if she saw the back of her lover, throbbing, restless, and anxious. All the divine wounds poured down from this look, captivating the soul.

The mount of the human female knight is snow-white and has a dark red head. Like his master, he has a pair of dark blue eyes and a horn grows in the middle of his forehead, about half a meter in length.

Seeing the corpse of a centaur that kept floating from the sea, a surprised face reflected from the seemingly calm, even ruthless, cold eyes.

"...The corpses of these centaurs come from the seas of the human race. The huge fleet of beast tribes met the wrath of the sea god!"

The indifferent voice, with the stiff corners of her mouth and a face without a smile, makes people feel that she seemed to have experienced half a century of despair before she gave birth to such a melancholy and sad eyes. "But I don't know where the goal of the orc fleet will point to the human continent again..."

With such eyes to accompany the blue sky without a trace of clouds, a vast resentment was sealed in her eyes. With such eyes to reflect the mirror-like sea water, she saw the scene in the sea thoroughly, but she could not resolve her melancholy.

"Dear Lord Crabbit Knight, we found a living centaur."

Hearing the report of the shore warrior, a hint of agility flashed in her empty eyes. "Bring the stupid orc here!"

The upper body of the centaur is the human torso, including the hands and head, and the lower body is a horse body.

The figure of a centaur is stronger and taller than that of a human, so it is not easy to control a crazy centaur.

Six human warriors wearing bright and refined armor took great effort to avoid accidentally killing the other party, raising their swords to hurt the centaur's hooves, which made him gradually quiet.

"Silly orcs, humble centaurs, tell me quickly, where is your fleet going before I cut off your head?"

Facing the centaur, the unicorn under the female knight's crotch was irritated by the sand under her feet. The unpleasant smell of the centaur seemed to be the natural enemy of the unicorn.

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