Chapter 91: Horse Hunters Chapter 3 (Subscribe)

Rove rode his flying broomstick through the forest, turning around the winding mountain road, and finally came to a swamp covered with purple mist.

He put on his gas mask and flew over the muddy swamp, looking for gas frogs.

Gas frogs, like Pegasus, are a general term for a type of magical creatures. According to their living environment, they are divided into:

Toxic gas frogs, sleeping gas frogs, paralyzed gas frogs and explosive gas frogs.

As the name suggests, the gas released by each gas frog has different magical effects.

Rove's target is the explosive gas frog. Their magical talent is to make a special magical substance. Once sprayed out, it only takes a little spark to cause a big explosion.

Rove's current magic seems to be numerous, but most of them are single-point attacks, and rarely large-scale damage.

The magical talent of the explosive gas frog can just make up for his current lack of strength.

The fog was floating above the swamp, and suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves in the fog. Rove pricked up his ears with some vigilance.

Why are there horsemen nearby?

According to his flying speed, Ronan couldn't have caught up so quickly, so it could only be other centaurs.

But except Ronan, most centaurs were hostile to wizards. The last time Rolf met Bain, he aimed his bow and arrow at his head as soon as they met.

With experience and lessons, Rolf had to be cautious when he heard the sound of horse hooves. If he was ambushed and died in such a place, it would be a wilderness and no one would know.

He moved the flying broom and flew quietly towards the place where the sound came from.

The night gave Rolf the greatest protection.

But he was still young and had too little combat experience, and he underestimated the perception ability of top hunters.

The flying broom drove the flow of mist, allowing the centaur to instantly notice someone approaching from behind.

She turned around suddenly, raised her bow and arrow, and took out a refined feather arrow from the quiver behind her.

The young man said in a low voice: "Dazzling flash!"

The magic from the dazzling bird made Rolf's eyes shine brightly, and the white light was dazzling. The centaur felt that his eyes were going blind. There was a white mist in front of him and he could not see anything.

But she still loosened her fingers based on her feeling, and the bowstring burst with a loud bang, and shot an arrow at the enemy.

Such a close distance is enough to penetrate the opponent's body and make the opponent lose combat effectiveness instantly...

But Rolf did not dodge at all. His skin suddenly turned silver-gray, as if it was coated with a layer of dragon scales. The arrow feathers were suddenly bounced off by his skin and inserted diagonally into the swamp.

The flying broom under Rolf's crotch flew towards the centaur swiftly. She closed her eyes, felt the wind blowing by her ears, and instantly drew a short knife from her waist and slashed in a certain direction.

But just halfway through the chopping, his hands were tightly entangled by a vine, and then...

Rove appeared beside the centaur, punched the centaur in the chest, trying to force him to bend down, and then followed up with a beautiful flying knee...

But who knew that the punch seemed to hit a large piece of cotton, soft and elastic.

Rove had to swing his wrist to let the vine wrap around the short knife, and the back of the knife hit the centaur's white neck hard, knocking him out directly.

Rove sat on the flying broom, and then he leisurely looked at the other person:

A female centaur, with long golden hair and a ponytail. She was particularly tall, but she didn't look strong, but more heroic. Her face was also very beautiful, but she gave people a feeling of wildness.

At her throat, there was a ruby ​​reflecting light, like the red light of a comet.

The centaur's earlobes also had gems hanging.

She was also wearing various weapons: sharpened spears, stone hammers, daggers, rope nets, and even a few rusty swords.

Centaurs usually don't wear clothes, but this female centaur has a layer of mesh clothes made of vines wrapped around her upper body. Her chest is like a heavy wheat ear, which can almost break the vines.

There was a sudden "ding" sound in Rolf's brain.

[A female centaur is detected, triggering a side quest:

Complete 100% taming of Nymeria, reward:

[Nymeria's divination talent] (task not completed)

Rolf was stunned, he squinted his eyes, and thought carefully, why does the name Nymeria sound so familiar... It seems to be Bane's fiancée?

System... That's someone else's fiancée!

Although I ran away from marriage!

But you asked me to tame? !

Who do you think I am? !

After an unknown amount of time, Nymeria slowly woke up. Her eyes were only slightly confused, but then they suddenly became sharp. She found that she was not blind, and her vision had recovered.

But her body had been tied to a tree by a thick vine.

A young wizard was riding a flying broom with a firefly lantern on one end of the broom. He was reading a book.

"Are you awake?"

Rolf stood up, twisted his neck lazily, bent down, and looked at Nymeria, "Why did you attack me?"

"I didn't want to attack you, wizard." Nymeria took a breath and said, "You sneaked up on me. I thought Bain and the others had found me, so I raised my bow and arrow vigilantly..."

Rolf sighed. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Both sides were too sensitive and thought the other was a centaur.

"Then why are you here?" Rolf asked again.

Nymeria did not answer, but asked back, "Did Ronan ask you to come here?"

Rolf frowned and denied it, "I don't know Ronan."

"Don't be nervous, Rolf Scamander." Nymeria whispered, "Ronan said you were looking for the habitat of the gas frog, he didn't know, I divined it in this area and told him."

"You told him?" Rolf raised his eyebrows, "What is the relationship between you and Ronan, why is he helping you so much?"

"No relationship." Nymeria shook her head and said, "Ronan just didn't want to see me killed. He asked me to find you because he wanted to make a deal with you."

Rolf stared at Nymeria and said, "What deal?"

"I am more familiar with this forest than Ronan." Nymeria panted, "I can do whatever you trade with him. I also know what he doesn't know because my divination skills are better than his..."

"The gas frog can see it. He can't find it, but I can divine it!"

"Ronan wants Honeydukes' food. You don't want it too, do you?" Rolf said with interest.

"No." Nymeria said seriously: "I escaped from the centaur tribe and brought almost nothing useful. I want to exchange for something useful."

"What?"

"Weapons and supplies!"

Rolf leaned back slightly, glanced at Nymeria, frowned and said: "With your ability, you can survive in this forest with just this bow in your hand, right?"

"Yes." Nymeria smiled, and a heroic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, saying: "But you can't hunt centaurs with these things."

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