"Grandma, this is the heirloom treasure of the Centaur clan. You must keep it well. The Centaur clan will definitely rise again. Just wait for the centaur who can draw this big bow!"
Grandma nodded solemnly.
"As for this little bow...don't you know the connection between the two?"
Grandma shook her head, "The last person who could draw this bow was my husband. After my husband died, no one could draw it..."
"By the way, Yuanchu people, about magic power..." Grandma thought of something and then said.
"When I was still very young, there was an ancestor in the tribe who received guidance from a Yuanchu man and received some magic inheritance. But I didn't have that kind of power... but that ancestor used that kind of power, He has become the miracle doctor of our tribe. There is no disease that he cannot cure, but... his energy has gradually declined as it spreads..."
"He called that energy, Holy Healing of Hope."
"Those who want to inherit this kind of magical power must have a pure heart and concentrated thoughts, but I think you must have a pure heart and concentrated thoughts in the early Yuan Dynasty. Maybe this is also a kind of magic that belongs to you. You may have temporarily forgotten the magic of the Yuan Dynasty people."
"This is a kind of power to make wishes, Yuanchu people. Of course, this energy also has side effects. This side effect is the power of curse..." Grandma's expression was slightly worried.
""The power of the curse? "I asked back.
I was reminded of a basketball game I had in school, and the reason it sticks with me is because it was so weird!
In that game, there was a very annoying person who repeatedly fouled but got away with it. He played dirty, but the referee didn't see it or maybe turned a blind eye. At that time, I secretly cursed in my heart, and the person broke his bone the next day. ..
"Grandma, why haven't the centaurs passed on this magic power?"
"Magic power is also a kind of energy, and it will be consumed through inheritance again and again... so... this magic power becomes weaker and weaker, and eventually disappears..."
After chatting with my grandma, I stood in the woods and looked at the moon in the sky. The moon here was bigger and brighter than I had seen before, with a faint blue light.
"Gulu gulu..."
Yoyo in the corner was humming.
I walked over to take a look, only to find that in the struggle with those wild boar people today, Liu Liu, who was once indestructible, was actually damaged. A small section of his tentacles almost fell off...
"Yoo! What happened..."
"Well...Master...it's okay..."
"After all this, you still say it's okay?"
I gently held the crumbling tentacles with my hand, and my heart ached, even though his cilia pricked my palms and bled.
"Yooyou...you must get better...get better soon..."
Miracles don't always happen.
The slippery tentacles were still hanging there.
"I can't do it..." I held my head in pain and slumped to the ground. I have always had different hopes placed on me by different people. They all thought that I could do it, that I could do it... But all this To me, it is like a mountain with five fingers, which makes me breathless.
I took out the little bow. I had seen this little thing countless times. I was convinced that it had no other functions except for its unique shape and exquisite bow making...
"Liu Liu, am I really a Yuanren?"
I asked Yoyo.
"Of course...you have the same blood as him."
"You mean Xuan Yi?"
Yoyo nodded.
It wasn't until Wen Na disappeared that I knew she was my mother, so what was her relationship with Xuan Yi?
Wen Na went to such great lengths to bring me here, for what purpose...
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for most people in the Centaur tribe. Those small flying insects used for night lighting in mid-air seem to be able to sense this uneasiness, and they do not huddle together as quietly as before. Instead of turning into soft night lights, they flew around uneasily, drawing arcs in the night sky, like flowers blooming during the New Year.
"Kalita! Kalita!" A centaur shouted Kalita over the fence. These three words instantly made the already undercurrent of the centaur tribe completely boiling!
Everyone was running around in a panic!
What's happening here?
I found Little Bai Mao in the chaos. She was braiding her long white hair on a branch and holding it on her head.
"What's wrong? What do you mean Kalita?"
She turned her face to me, her face still flushed, and I saw perseverance in her eyes.
"Alert means to be alert, and it is the highest level of alert!"
The quilboars were coming. I knew they wouldn't give up, but I didn't expect them to come so quickly.
"Enter Yuanchu people, they are coming!"
Little Baimao's father found me. He had already put the magic bow on his back and a scimitar on his waist.
"The men and horses standing guard outside the forest said that there are hundreds of soldiers coming this time. They are all well-equipped. Judging by their speed, they will be here before dawn!"
hundreds of? !
There were only a dozen wild boars we saw in the deep pit, but hundreds of them appeared out of nowhere!
I looked at the busy people and horses around me. Some were counting forage, some were polishing arrowheads, and some were packing luggage.
"I have asked all the females and old horses to pack their things. I will ask my daughters to send them deeper into the forest to hide. Enter Yuanchu people, you go with them!"
"Abba! I won't go! I want to be with you, I want to fight!" Little Baimao protested loudly.
"no!"
Little Baimao still wanted to refute, but Old Man Ma continued.
"You and the Yuanchu people, please protect these little things and the old people. If...if we don't go to find you, you can find a place to take root again! You are the hope of the future of our centaurs and horses!"
I saw that the circles under Xiao Bai Mao's eyes were red.
In the front, when I heard that hundreds of wild boars were coming to settle accounts with us, I admit that I immediately thought of quitting because this was simply an unwinnable battle.
The Centaur tribe has very few metal products. Most of the existing ones are handed down from their ancestors. Most of the weapons used by people are made of wood. This is also related to their lives. They migrate with water and grass and have no forging skills.
Metal weapons may not be able to cause damage to the rough skin of the wild boars... let alone wooden weapons... Looking at the equipment of the Centaur tribe, I felt a sense of despair from the bottom of my heart. I had not thought carefully. ...Now the disaster is really coming.
And the quilboars... are well-equipped... but thick-skinned and brutal in nature! This is tantamount to striking an egg against a stone...
With me, a useless Yuan Ren, and Liu Liu and the others, I cannot possibly be their opponent...
"Abba, why don't you let people from the early Yuan Dynasty come to join us?" Xiao Baimao's brother came. "Only when people from the early Yuan Dynasty come to join us will our chances of winning be greater... and everyone will be more confident. !”
His father looked at me and said, "No...this is our own struggle as a people and horses clan. Besides...people in the early Yuan Dynasty have already done enough for us..."
I was caught in a dilemma. According to the general trend of movies and novels, people like me who want to save the world must stand up in this situation and make a difference in this other world!
But after all, I am just an ordinary child who has lived by myself for more than ten years. In my world, I am not yet an adult... I don't have that kind of ability, nor that kind of certainty...
I still have a lot of unfinished business, and Yoyo is also hurt...
I know that all these things I think are just to excuse myself...
Little Baimao's brother still looked at me expectantly, but I didn't say anything and walked away without making a sound...
When I decided not to participate in this war, everything I said was sophistry and evasion. I simply didn’t say anything.
"Owner..."
Liuyou was surprised to see me going back.
"What's wrong?"
"No...nothing...actually, I'm ready to fight..."
"Are you stupid? How can you fight those wild boars like you are now? Isn't that a fearless sacrifice in vain? We don't need to do that."
I said to Yoyo.
Yoyo stared at me. He was always chatty and didn't say a word for a long time.
"If he could be like you, maybe he wouldn't have died so tragically..."
