Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Then, the shaky stalemate suddenly collapsed.

Centaurs are a very united species. Most of them do not distinguish between black and white wizards, and they also laugh at the so-called "pure blood" and "half-blood" disputes among wizards. Rather than saying they are escaping from the world, it is better to say that they know that they cannot fight and win against wizards.

Now, there is a dark wizard who is almost as strong as the strongest wizard and promised them: join his camp and wait until he unifies the wizarding world. By then, the status of centaurs will be higher than that of Muggles.

They will have the privilege of 'hunting'.

Hunt those Muggles with impunity.

As a result, a small number of dissenting opinions were coerced by the majority. But after experiencing the beauty of the power of life and death, the remaining tiny number of discordant voices, I don’t know when, stopped refuting.

The taste is different, and all the centaurs tacitly submit to the Dark Lord.

They acted as the vanguard, broke through the White Wizard's line, helped him defeat the Ministry of Magic with many Aurors, and destroyed Hogwarts protected by ancient spells.

The fragile wizards could not withstand their roars and charges.

It seems that the magic world is about to be unified, and they are about to have a status second only to the pure-bloods...

Not to mention the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, they themselves would not allow any 'accidents' to challenge the future that the centaurs were betting on.

What's more, the girl in front of them had eaten their people.

She was given the most ugliest and painful death.

"Smash her face!!"

During the confrontation, the elongated shadow behind Mori Yuesha slowly began to move. Its silent black liquid detached from the heel it was connected to, wandered across the shiny floor tiles, and climbed up the straight wall...

A girl wrapped tightly in a big hood stepped out from the shadows.

He shook his sleeves and pulled out the golden ring wand.

"Sister...I didn't get to drink the juice just now."

"That's Nagini's fault. I told her to buy you a drink, but she didn't."

Nagini ignored the scene in front of her, lowered her chin, and gently pinched Mori Yuesha's face. Straighten your tongue and say it again. I am just Schrodinger's hand, and I will choose to release or rotate it according to your answer.

Mori Yuesha's left face was pulled, her head tilted, but her face was extremely serious: "Actually, it was the waitress who had the problem." She nodded as if to confirm: "She said that children can't drink juice, or they will wet the bed at night."

Harley pulled down her hood and asked lightly, "So that's how it is... Is the clerk called Xue Jini?"

"It's like that... Hey, I already said I was a store clerk, why are you still twisting your head?"

Boom——

Whoosh.

An arrow pierced Harry's forehead with a whistle.

It penetrated the shadow and stabbed diagonally into the floor tiles. The arrow created a spiderweb-like crack around the tile surface, and the feathers at the tail of the arrow were still humming and trembling slightly...

"How can I kill the shadow?"

Mori Yuesha pulled Nagini back and hid, finding the best viewing area to watch the fun.

"Kill her!"

"For the Dark Lord!"

The golden magic pattern slowly fluctuated and spread like breathing - the pointed magic wand that flickered from time to time was like a baton that was danced with skill. It jumped in the girl's hand and turned several difficult circles.

"Finally... I can touch the true power of Master Bastet..."

The tiny shadow murmured and raised its wand, appearing in front of her like an artificial mirage.

Yellow sand rushed out from every fireplace like a flood, and the rustling sound became louder and louder as they merged. In the blink of an eye, this huge building built underground turned into a yellow ocean of gravel.

The country of sand.

"Idhela...Bast...Sister..." The favor of the three gods.

This is real power.

The tiny shadow stepped on the yellow sand, leaving behind a series of even smaller footprints.

The men in armor behind him were on high alert, gasping for air and spitting out sand powder.

Overhead is a falcon flapping its wings.

Chapter 211 The Fall of the Sand and the Horsemen

Whether it was divine magic or magic, after the essence of Harley's life changed, these were as easy for her as breathing.

Her soul was close to Mori Yuesha, and her spirituality was mixed with the power of the Outer Gods. The gift from Bastet gave her authority equal to or even beyond that of the Patriarch - among all of Mori Yuesha's servants, Harry Potter should be considered the luckiest.

She stepped directly over the invisible threshold.

Many extraordinary creatures will never even have the opportunity to see it in their entire lives.

"The yellow sand leaves no survivors behind."

Withered roses, weathered walls, collapsed statues, dried-up fountains. The horses' hooves began to twitch and dehydrate after a few seconds of stepping on the sand carpet. During the charge, they were dismembered in pieces by the roar of the horses and shattered in front of the toes of the little spellcaster.

Arrows and spears pierced the shadows, they wailed and circled around her, only to have their heads chopped off by the suddenly reshaped sand soldiers.

Hawks and falcons circled overhead, screaming, and were occasionally shot away, only to grow sharper beaks and claws again in the blink of an eye.

Amid the chaotic clanging of heavy iron tools and the sound of war drums, the centaurs could vaguely hear the long music of bells, harps and flutes. In front of them was the boundless desert, and in the floating illusion created by the heat, a clear river meandered like a natural moat separating them.

The sun, burning shoulders and necks, was rising to its highest point. Under the pointed pyramid, women with seductive makeup were dancing strangely barefoot.

This is when the red sun is at its hottest.

The guards covered Firenze, slashing the attacking sand soldiers and falcons along the way. The yellow sand flew under the horses' hooves, and they ran straight towards the shadow casting the spell in the distance.

He drew the hunting knife from his waist.

Clang!

“Go through! Go through! Go find the person behind her!” Firenze’s long platinum hair spread out in the air, and his bottomless blue eyes looked through Harley’s blurry shadow and kept looking at the two people behind the girl.

Mori Tsukisa, Nagini.

At this moment, the faint sound of war drums died down.

The centaur raised his hand and touched his face. The sun above his head was no longer burning uncomfortably.

just like…

Noon and afternoon passed him by in an instant, and the departing sunlight was replaced by another kind of light.

Hallucinations...all hallucinations!

"Follow me! People!"

Firenze turned around and led his guards to rescue the tribesmen who were entangled by the yellow sand creatures.

Gradually, the rampaging team grew larger.

On the battlefield, they found the tip of a knife to follow. That was the hope of victory.

"Through the shadow! The wizard's shadow!" Firenze shouted several times so that everyone could hear clearly: "Through the shadow! Kill the long-haired female, she is the master!"

The horsemen used the backs of their knives to knock on the sheaths hanging diagonally at their waists, and the horses' hooves dug at the ground.

"Charge with me!"

There seemed to be fewer soldiers appearing and disappearing mysteriously in the sea of ​​sand than in the 'daytime'.

Under the mysterious and cold moonlight, the boundless desert reflected silver waves. Except for the clattering and roaring of horses' hooves, everything around was plunged into a strange silence.

The rolling sand dunes echoed with the sound of muffled hooves, and the wind and sand eroded the long and desolate song of destruction. Over the long years, the Pharaoh's scepter was decayed by time, and the merciless years swallowed up the great civilization that would never return...

Only, only curses and oracles are burning.

Burning brightly in the eyes of the awakened gods.

He lowered his cat head, his half-covered veil fluttering. His bright golden vertical pupils reflected a tiny and lonely shadow on the yellow sand.

Those are the creatures He favors and are no longer mortals.

He is His only Patriarch.

His eyes casually swept across the corner of the Sand Country, and saw the girl eating snacks and the servants serving her. He raised the corners of his mouth in the void, and the pendant in front of him tinkled as he walked.

Huge sand scorpions with golden crowns on their heads gushed out from the sand dunes, with their dangerous but bright black and yellow long tails erected; thin strips of old cloth swayed in the sand wind, and faceless, thin figures with their hair torn by fingernails shook their heads on their shoulders seductively.

The dead who had drunk poison, had their tongues pulled out, and had their eyes gouged out stood up.

They had been killed in the most vicious way. Now, they would curse the Patriarch's enemies with the most vicious curse.

"With me--"

While charging, Firenze suddenly covered his throat.

Black scriptures the size of a fingernail emerged from his throat, and within a few moments they covered his face and body. Like insects, they seemed to have life, to be controlled, and to have a purpose.

Firenze felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. A sharp claw formed from his chest, viciously gripping his pounding heart.

Getting tighter.

"Firenz?"

"He..."

He could make no sound and his hooves lost their rhythm.

boom--

The horse's legs were clamped tightly by the pliers that broke out of the ground. He turned half a circle and was thrown into the sand. The horses behind him subconsciously avoided him.

"Scorpion! Giant scorpion! Look out - Firenze is still there!"

The centaur's broad body slammed heavily into the sand blanket, raising the sand curtain high. Through the messy horse legs and the vaguely exposed road ahead, Firenze saw the expressionless wizard with his wand raised, and the dazed girl and servant behind her.

The shouts and screams around him faded away, as did the pain in his legs. The black scripture became deeper and deeper, and the poison from the scorpion's tail spread to his heart.

His eyeballs became swollen.

Can't win...

It's all over.

Their noble and great future, the day of hope for the Centaurs, the supreme power promised by the Dark Lord...

All of this scattered like a broken sand knife into despair, even.

Their race today...

Maybe it will become history.

Can't win...

The ancient sad song is about to end, and the sound of the fork bells marks the crisp finale.

'Did we...do something wrong...?'

This is a question without an answer.

Firenze raised the corner of his mouth regretfully and slowly closed his eyes.

Cursed, rotten.

"elder sister…"

"You see... I have the power to protect you..."

The young witch lifted her hood, revealing her soft short hair. In her bottomless green eyes was a desolate desert and...

There were corpses of horses and men everywhere.

They finally shut up.

"call…"

The wand was turned around again and put back into the sleeve. The little quail jumped on the sand and flew into a bulging embrace.

"elder sister…"

Harry buried his face in it and rubbed it. In addition to the body temperature, he could smell the scent of gardenia. "I like this smell..."