"Young wizard who holds the truth, welcome to our tribe."
In the largest hut among the centaurs, an old centaur was half-kneeling on the ground with four legs, looking at him with half-open eyes.
"truth?"
Maka didn't know whether he was referring to the Scroll of Truth or the fact that he had touched the rules, but no matter which one he was referring to, he had no reason to mention it.
"Davros, why did you come to me?" He didn't have time to beat around the bush. Since the other party found him, it obviously had a very direct purpose.
"It's not me who came to you, but the guidance of fate." The old horseman said with a confused expression, "Hundreds of years ago, fate guided the horseman to this forest; now, fate also guides you to come here... When Venus shines, the sins in the blood of the Centaur should be washed away by the truth."
"Young wizard, are you willing to cleanse the centaurs of the sinful curses accumulated in their blood?"
Maka was confused when he heard this, and he couldn't help but said: "Venus refers to Venus, I know that... But what is the sinful curse in the blood of the centaurs? What does it have to do with me?"
The words of the horse people have always made people confused. They always follow the so-called "destiny" persistently, and their words have no beginning or end.
"The ancestors of the horse people made mistakes..." The old horse man lowered his eyes, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "The horse people have been cursed from the beginning. Sin has always made us uneasy, no matter how the horse people are. Avoiding disputes will not prevent disaster."
"Committed a mistake?" Maka said, "Your ancestor?"
"When the ancestors faced the danger of a powerful enemy, the 'real sin' bewitched the ancestors, and misfortune enveloped the entire centaurs... The ancestors defeated the powerful enemies, but lost in their own hands..." The old horseman said this, and suddenly He opened his eyes wide, and his cloudy eyes flashed with light, "Now, the 'real evil' has reappeared in the world, and only the spokesperson of truth can bury it again!"
The old horseman's voice became louder and louder, and in the end it sounded like a roar that made people shudder.
"What is a 'real crime'?" Maka frowned. He seemed to feel something from the old centaur's words, but he still couldn't grasp the point.
But the old horseman shook his head slightly, and his spirit seemed to be more depressed than at the beginning.
"When the sin of nothingness turns into reality, 'chaos' will return to the world..." He said in a low voice, "When 'chaos' turns on the 'disaster', matter will be eroded, rules will be reordered, and destiny will fall apart..."
With every word he spoke, the old horseman became weaker and weaker, and his voice became softer and quieter, until in the end it was almost inaudible.
Maka had to get closer, trying to hear these specious words clearly.
However, what Maka didn't expect was that the old centaur actually closed his eyes as he spoke and became silent again.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Maka hurriedly reached out and patted the old centaur on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, the old centaur opened his eyes again and looked at him calmly.
"You're not dead!"
"Death is never the end..." he said with difficulty, "Wizards who hold the truth, please bury your sins again! The centaurs will be redeemed, and the wizards will return to peace..."
"So, what is 'real sin'?" Maka asked the previous question again. After thinking about it, he added, "What should I do?"
Although the old horseman said a lot of sensational things, he didn't say a word clearly.
But the old centaur just looked at him quietly, and after a long time he said: "The centaur's most reliable ally, Rowena Mila, is guiding you, and fate will tell you the answer... The centaur just wants to know, when When you are faced with a choice, are you willing to wash away the curse of sin for the centaurs?"
What do you do when a stranger doesn't do you any favors but wants you to help? Maka felt that she was already facing this damn choice now.
The old centaur mentioned Rowena's name, and it was that unknown ancient name. Obviously, Rowena Ravenclaw must have had contact with the ancestors of these centaurs, but it seems difficult to know what kind of contact it was.
These centaurs seem to have never had the word "speak well" in their dictionary.
"Well... If it doesn't affect me at all, I don't think I would mind helping you out." Maka shrugged.
"You will gain the gratitude of the centaurs from generation to generation..." The old centaur closed his eyes slightly and said weakly.
The words he just said seemed to be an act similar to prophecy. It could be seen that it consumed a lot of his energy. His condition looks really bad now.
But he still struggled to stand up, fended off the hand stretched out by the centaur warrior who had been guarding him, and struggled to remove an unsheathed long sword from the wall of the shack.
The long sword was four fingers wide and looked very heavy. The old centaur almost fell due to the weight of the sword, but he still managed to drag it to Maka's side.
"Young wizard, please follow me."
He took Maka and walked towards the cave behind the shack at an extremely slow speed, but none of the other centaurs followed.
It seems that centaurs other than Davros should not be allowed to enter this cave.
As soon as he entered the cave, Maka discovered one thing - the entrance to the cave did not seem to be naturally formed. Because the space inside is so huge that under the influence of darkness, the edges can't be seen at all.
Not long after walking in the extremely huge dark cave, the surroundings fell into complete darkness, and Maka had to take out her wand to get some light.
When the light lit up on the tip of the staff, he discovered that the ground around him was full of centaur bones. He couldn't help but guess that this might be the cemetery of the centaur tribe.
At this moment, he felt as if he was walking in an endless wilderness, with no stone walls in sight except the ground under his feet. This scene makes people feel as if the entire mountain has been hollowed out.
After walking forward for more than ten minutes, Maka saw something gray-white vaguely appearing in front of her.
"Phosphorescent flash...maximized!"
As Maka chanted a curse softly, the light on the tip of the staff suddenly brightened, and was immediately thrown forward by him.
According to the preset trajectory, the light group flew past in front, and an extremely huge thing immediately came into Maka's eyes.
"This is...the skeleton of an ancient dragon?"
The light ball passed by in a parabola in mid-air, but it could only illuminate half of this behemoth. The other half was still hidden in the endless darkness. People couldn't help but sigh at the terrifying size of this ancient behemoth.
Maka walked forward quickly, tapped it lightly with her wand, and then shook her head.
"The magic power in the bones has dissipated completely, and it has completely lost its magical properties..."
However, even so, this bone is still as hard as steel. When the wand was struck, it made a crisp "clang" sound.
"Young wizard, please come this way..." the old centaur urged softly.
Materials that have lost their magical properties are not of much use to wizards, but Maka decided that if there is a chance in the future, it would be good to move it out and use it as a decoration.
There is never a word "waste" in his dictionary.
Going deeper, nearly half an hour passed, and Maka finally saw a strange stone building.
It was a circular stone formation made up of many polished stones. In the middle of the stone formation, a smooth stone tablet stood quietly, with some characters seemingly engraved on it.
Because I was standing a little far away and the surrounding space was dim, I couldn't see clearly what was engraved on it.
At this time, without saying a word, the old horseman raised the sword in his hand with all his strength and inserted it into the groove of a stone. Suddenly, something seemed to be activated, and the stone formation gradually emitted wisps of blue fluorescence.
With a slight vibration, the inscriptions on the central stone tablet lit up, and blue symbols flew out automatically, spinning around the stone tablet, and gradually rose into the sky above the stone tablet.
"Another rule-like magic text?" Maka looked at it intently, but couldn't tell what kind of magic text it was, at least he had never seen it until now.
Not long after, those magic words kept spinning and floating, and among them, an unstable mysterious symbol appeared out of thin air!
This time Maka recognized it immediately. It was a real rule rune, which also existed on the Scroll of Truth. It's a pity that most of the rule runes on the Scroll of Truth are too obscure. He has not yet been able to decipher the meaning of the rune in front of him.
"This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the centaurs. It represents destiny and change..." The old centaur suddenly spoke, "Remember this rune, and fate will guide you to make the final choice."
"Destiny and change?" Maka frowned, "How should we interpret this?"
Some things are so profound that even if you know the answer, you may not be able to understand its principles. This is what Maka is like now. He thought about it and had no choice but to keep the old centaur's words in mind for the time being and think about it later.
When Maka came out of the cave again, he found that it was already late, and he didn't know if he could make it in time for the start of the Halloween party.
As for the old horseman, he only said that his time was coming and did not come out with Maka.
The new Davros was a strong centaur. He sent Maca out of the centaur tribe and then turned back.
"Young wizard, you will be one of the few wizard friends of the centaurs. When you are confused, the centaurs will be happy to answer your destiny..." Before leaving, the new Davros solemnly promised.