Chapter 1253: Different Fates for the Same Clan

"The Troubles of a Young Wizard ()"

El Mammoth and Maras rushed up along the spacious mountain cave. Ghouls were lying dead wherever they passed. The monsters here were not as powerful as they thought. Instead, they were of different levels.

The two new space authority users were not fools. Feeling the faint smell of holy water around them, they immediately realized that the previous holy water mist had a great impact. Most of the hell demons originally stationed here could not bear it and fled. In the end, they were wiped out by them. The hell demons here now should be new.

"That group of outsiders really helped us a lot." El Mammoth was really wary of the Lord of Corleone and others. It was more of him who pushed them to this point. Maras often followed his footsteps under his guidance.

"The hell demons are our common enemies. They will not lie when dealing with the hell demons." Maras had a good personal relationship with the Lord of Corleone and the Knights of the Wall Temple. He was even more yearning for the Abyss Battlefield and asked them many things.

As half-baked newcomers in the Abyss Battlefield, Lord Corleone and Knight of the Wall Temple themselves are also half-baked. However, according to the professional training they have received, it is not difficult to fool Maras with something casually. At least there is one thing that Maras firmly believes.

The devils of hell are the most evil things in the world. They are cruel and violent, full of aggression, and are the enemies of all intelligent races.

The Centaurs in this space are a race from the same world as them, but they fell here with the division of space in a war many years ago. In essence, they are invaded by the same position.

El Mammoth still trusts Maras, mainly because this silly boy is easy to fool. It is too easy to understand that he puts everything on his face. Moreover, he also likes to interact with the Corleone boxer. That carefree guy is also a straightforward person. He is happy when he is happy and unhappy when he is unhappy.

Only the Temple Knight named Wall made him a little confused. That guy was frivolous and looked unruly, but he had super high combat wisdom and super combat power. Even his mind was very deep, which made him confused.

On the contrary, after several times of getting along, that guy knew his details clearly and took away a lot of good things from him, well, mainly some pharmacopoeias and precious herbs of the Centaurs.

Although he also got a lot of benefits, such as those bloodthirsty roses and the support of the magic cannon in the aircraft this time, but El Mammoth had a feeling that these things could actually be obtained for free if Maras came forward.

But he would rather pay a high price to come forward himself, and there was a reason. If it was really Maras who facilitated all this, then his status and authority in the Centaurs would be greatly impacted. The treasures left by the ancestors have always had only one heir, and that heir is also the undisputed chief leader of the Centaurs.

But this time the treasure left by the ancestors was actually divided into two, and there were two heirs. So who between him and Maras is the real leader of the Centaurs?

El Mammoth believed that the position of leader belonged to him. The Centaurs had nine tribes and nine chiefs. The Yanhe and Heihe tribes had been destroyed by the hell demons before, and the chiefs were not spared. Among the remaining seven chiefs, only he was recognized by the ancestors and got the control of space.

If the chief of the Youhe tribe really led a group of elderly Centaurs to fight bravely and died on the battlefield when the hell demons counterattacked before, then Maras would most likely become the new chief of the Youhe tribe. With the heroic sacrifice of the old chief, his advantage would definitely disappear.

But the exploration team triggered the secret weapon and directly swept away the hell demons that ran out. Although the behavior of the chief of the Youhe tribe was still praised, it successfully prevented Maras from taking the position immediately,

which made El Mammoth feel much more relieved.

But even so, it is an indisputable fact that Malas's status has been improved. If he cannot defeat him in the final battle against the hell demons this time, and he finally gets the first credit, it will also have an impact on his position as the leader. There is no difference between him and him in terms of spatial authority and ancestral recognition.

Malas's heart is burning. His hatred for the hell demons is far greater than that of El Mammoth. He has fought against the hell demons and watched his comrades being devoured. Time has not been able to dilute all this, but instead made this hatred continue to ferment and become more and more swollen.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the five-foot-long spear flew out like lightning and pierced a second-level ghoul, blowing it to pieces.

"The spear that Master Susan made for me has sealed the ability of fierce flames and explosions, which is very consistent with my attributes." Maras did not hide the slightest intention: "But this is not free. Many of the high-end ores that our tribe treasures and cannot be used were taken away by her."

Whether it was taken away or given away by herself is still to be discussed, but Maras is very sure of one thing, before he gets the space authority, he really can't beat her, even if she only uses a sledgehammer without using witchcraft.

Hualala, a group of short monsters suddenly rushed out, but they were the mining kobolds who had never appeared on the battlefield. The cave base here is their masterpiece. The kobolds made a sharp and piercing cry and rushed over.

Maras rushed forward quickly with his right hand pistol and left hand shield. The kobolds jumped up and down and rushed towards him. A flash of light appeared on Maras's body, and a fighting spirit armor covering his whole body suddenly appeared. The shield was placed across his chest and fiercely smashed a dog's head. The man was smashed away, the spear in his right hand thrust out like lightning, a gun flower bloomed in mid-air, and the blood of three kobolds spilled into the sky.

Marath's spear was like a dragon supporting it vertically and horizontally, charging back and forth again and again, blood and flesh flying everywhere in its path. Almo was stunned to see it, and he was almost injured by a weak kobold sneak attack because of his lack of concentration, which really hurt him.

Three or five of the hundreds of kobolds were pulled back by Maras and charged, killing seven or eight of them. The rest either fell to the ground or fled with their tails between their legs. Maras couldn't help but feel excited when he saw El Ma's big mouth. Laughing out loud: "I have a piece of steel wire armor on my body. It usually looks like just strands of inconspicuous steel wire. As long as I use fighting spirit to stimulate it, it can form an armor that can withstand the attacks of second-level masters. The consumption is much less than fighting spirit armor. The defense is slightly exceeded.”

"No, um, the fighting method you just used with your left hand shield and right hand pistol..." Compared to his sophisticated equipment, El Ma paid more attention to Maras's fighting style. This kind of skill is not like the previous half The hunting fighting skills of the centaurs and horses are actually more powerful and more mature and sophisticated.

"This, I learned this from the Knights of the Temple of Wall. He is a knowledgeable instructor who once taught two powerful demigods (Little Will and Lilith) knight tactics. Our Centaur clan He is a born warrior, because his race is ancient and it is impossible to become a knight, but he has the talent and conditions to display the knight's skills in one piece. "Maras would not tell him that he was beaten to a pulp by this knight's tactics three times, and in the end. In exchange for all the books of the River Tribe, he was taught by the Knights of the Wall Temple.

El Ma couldn't help but burst into tears. They were all space authority recognized by the centaur ancestors. Why was there such a big difference in treatment among outsiders?

Equipment, tactics, and potions were all rushed to give this kid away, but if he wanted to use others' power, he had to pay for them.

Are you really so unpopular?

Lord Corleone: This is a world that values ​​faces. You have a flat face, but you still want to enjoy the treatment of the protagonist? Haha, I'm just overthinking this, and this kid Maras is so well-behaved and obedient, completely different from you, a dark-hearted old man, and he's worth our investment.

Knight of Wall Temple: Don’t you feel guilty when you say this? Just for introducing him to us, we received a large amount of benefits from him, and Susan and Vivian almost drained the Youhe tribe dry.

Lord Corleone: It sounds like you are innocent. Aren't you the one who hates me the most for asking for money?