The huge city of London was still empty.
Although the army of zombies has already left here, and Haierbo seems to have never come back, to this day, no one dares to set foot here easily.
On the streets, traces of the fierce battles still remain - collapsed high-rise buildings, cracked pavement, shops along the street with broken doors and windows, and large blood stains that have long since dried and turned black... Looking around, it is full of messes that make people frown. .
Maka didn't stay here for too long. He just extended his perception ability with all his strength and scanned the entire city. After not finding Haierbo's presence, he quickly left again.
Because this place is too familiar. If you see it too much, your already bad mood will definitely be made worse by the dilapidation and silence here.
As for where his next stop will be... it will naturally be the centaurs tribe.
Ever since the centaurs foresaw the danger and moved their entire family out of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest early, it seems that this was a particularly accurate foresight.
After that, perhaps because the horse people had long been accustomed to settling down in dense forests, the place they moved to was still a deep mountain forest.
From the city to the green mountains, the steel jungle turned into a real forest in one step, but Maka didn't feel that relaxed and happy.
The sense of depression always surrounded him, as if a ghost was lingering.
"Is no one coming out?"
Maka paused for a moment at the edge of the woods on the hillside, looked around, and sure enough, no one appeared. If it had been in the past, with the excellent gift of prediction of the centaurs clan leader, he would probably have sent his clansmen out to wait for him.
Unfortunately, Firenze also said at Hogwarts earlier that this huge disaster has disrupted the starlight, and the centaurs' ability to predict astrology has been greatly limited.
I don't know if he can get the help he expected this time.
While Maka was thinking about this, she casually pushed aside a bush that was half a man tall, and dived into this mountain forest, which was a bit dark even during the day.
To be honest, since this forest is really dense, if you throw someone in randomly, you might not even be able to figure out the direction before taking two steps. Fortunately, Maka could easily find the specific location of the centaurs tribe even without the help of magic perception, because he had already been there when the centaurs moved there.
Not long after, when Maka once again pulled away a bush blocking the road and bypassed a thick tree trunk, the original wooden fence with obvious traces of man-made construction fell into his eyes.
The tribe of the centaurs is still like that. All buildings follow the principle of "don't put much effort into a simple place." They are basically built on the trunks of living trees.
Although in the words of the horse people themselves, this is called "caring for trees and caring for nature." But Maka estimated that the word "lazy" would also be a big influencing factor.
"...McLean?"
The first person to notice Maka appearing here was a centaur guard standing guard at the entrance of the tribe with a bow and arrow on his back. When he turned his head and saw Maka standing on the outside of the fence not far away, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Oh! May the stars still favor you... Please come in, I will inform Brother Davros-Bane first, and you take Mr. McClain and come slowly."
After seeing what the other party said, he immediately threw off his hooves, turned around and ran back, kicking and stamping on the ground towards the back of the tribe. One of the other three centaur guards next to him took two steps forward in response, stretched out his hand toward Maka and said:
"Mr. MacLean, please—my people, Davros, have been waiting for you for a long time."
Compared with the centaur who ran back just now, the "Bane" in front of him was obviously older and much calmer.
When Maka saw this, she naturally didn't refuse. She nodded and followed him into the centaur's new tribe.
Once inside, as we go deeper, the surrounding shacks and houses finally become slightly more regular due to the use of stone.
As far as Maka knows, differences like this in residence can also be used to distinguish the status of its owner in the centaurs tribe. The closer you are to the inside and the more stones are used, the higher the status of the horse people living inside.
Until Davros in a tribe... that is, the tribe leader of the Centaurs, basically lives next to the forbidden area of the Centaur ancestral temple built purely from large bricks and stones, or simply using natural caves and grottoes.
But this time, because they had not moved here long, the forbidden area of the ancestral temple was under construction, but their current leader, Davros, still lived in a shack that was mostly made of wood.
But compared to the residences of other tribesmen, it is obviously much larger.
When Maka walked all the way to the big hut located in the deepest part of the tribe under the gaze of many centaurs, the young centaur who was making a little noise had already walked out of the house and spoke to Maka. :
"Please go in! Davros is waiting for you inside."
Seeing that after the other party said something to Maka, he and Bain who led Maka over directly guarded the door and became the guard of the patriarch's residence. Maka couldn't help but shrugged, and then stepped out from between the two of them. Passed by and walked straight in.
As soon as he entered the door, he felt that the light behind him dimmed slightly, and the two centaurs had blocked the door, blocking the sight of all the tribesmen.
Maka did not look back, because he had already discovered that the "Davros" sitting inside... seemed to be in a bad state.
"Mr. McLean... please feel free to take a seat!"
I remember that it had only been a few years since the previous generation of Davros resigned from office and died. The current one should be in his prime. And this is indeed the case.
Judging from the sound of the opponent's tendons, it can be said that he is young and powerful.
However, at this moment, in front of Maka, the seemingly strong young Davros was "sitting" on the soft bunk with his four legs bent, and his body was still leaning against the middle wall pillar. He looked sick no matter how he looked. Disappointed look.
"Davros, look at... what happened? Did there be a backlash after the prophecy failed?"
Maka could only think about this possibility that could make the centaurs' patriarch look like this. After thinking about it, and based on Firenze's words at the time, it seemed that this was almost the case.
Sure enough, soon, he saw the other party nodding slowly.
"But... it can't actually be considered a complete failure. At least before I paid the due price, the awesome power of the stars... still solved some of my doubts."
Young Davros said softly:
"And this time I asked Firenze to invite you here just for this part of the revelation given by the stars."