Chapter 194 Silvio's Blessing
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Although the horse people are human beings, they prefer to classify themselves as "beasts".
It's not that I'm not human, but I don't want to share the identity of "human" with creatures such as hags and vampires.
Their way of life is very closed, and they can hide well even in the Muggle forest.
In addition to this magical ability, they are also quite good at astrology.
The above is Rove's grandfather, Mr. Newt Scamander's description in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Vincent, who was surrounded by a large group of centaurs, felt that the lack of more detailed content might have something to do with their bad temper.
To put it bluntly, frankly,
The ugly point is stubborn.
Fortunately, they will not take the initiative to hurt young people, which is very in line with human characteristics.
Bane took an arrow with a red feather on the front from his quiver and aimed it horizontally at the sky.
With a sound of "咻", a particularly bright red mark was left behind where the arrow flew.
This is no ordinary powder, but a special herbal blend.
It can dye the air, and it will not dissipate for a long time.
Vincent recalled that in Nico's manuscript, there was a plant very similar to this characteristic.
The red berries that look very much like sarcoma can not only improve the efficiency of gold ore refining, but also permanently attach color to alchemy props.
He looked down at his gunblade, which was shining silver in broad daylight, "Mr. Bain, can I make two conditions?"
Bane gently pulled the bowstring, "You have to promise me one thing if you lose."
"can."
At this moment, there was an overwhelming sound of hooves in the distance.
Vincent and Hagrid looked over to see another group of even more magnificent centaurs.
Their fur is lighter, some even the silvery white of a unicorn.
The leader was very tall, almost half the size of Hagrid.
"Bain, what is it that needs to call me?"
Bane rested his bow and arrow on his chest, bent down and saluted the tall horseman, "Master Margery, I have received a challenge from this little pony."
Vincent wanted to say it was a bet, but Hagrid signaled with his eyes not to say it.
Okay, let's be stubborn.
Margaret's eyes fixed on his face, "You are the pony who saved Silvio?"
"If you're talking about the unicorn, yes."
He came up to Vincent, "Sylvio's blessing remains with you, and it will always protect you from real danger."
Unicorns are very pure magical creatures.
Drinking blood will bring a terrible curse, and a blessing will be given to those who help it.
Hagrid shook his head, "So that's the case, no wonder Silvio always wants to thank you in person!"
Vincent really wanted to ask about this blessing in detail, but Margaret turned to look at Bain.
"Under my witness, this competition is in line with the tradition of our tribe!"
The two groups of horsemen all around raised their bows and arrows, roaring out a sentence of unknown meaning.
Hagrid explained to him: "The traditions of each centaur tribe are different. Some only need witnesses, while others require the witness of the leader."
Traditions must be respected.
About two or three minutes later, a centaur came to Bain with a plate of colorful paint.
Margery dipped his fingertips in the paint and spread it evenly on his face.
"This is a mixed herb whose main ingredients are Sabbath and Dragon's Sprout. It can not only make people concentrate, but also bring a certain degree of good luck."
After listening to Hagrid's explanation, Vincent couldn't help but regret that he didn't bring the booster potion with him.
Recently, the black swan has been too quiet, which made him relax his vigilance.
"Victory will be with you forever!" Margaret finished his last painting and drew an arrow from his quiver.
Bane took it solemnly, even though it was covered by paint, he could still see the piety on his face.
"This is a kind of ceremony, which means that he is recognized by the whole tribe, and he is a warrior among warriors." Hagrid stepped back after speaking.
Margaret held up his right hand, which was stained with paint, and the centaurs all backed away.
Bane chose a location that was not covered by trees and stood up.
Several centaurs trotted forward and set up a target slightly smaller than Hagrid's fist.
The distance was about a hundred feet, and the visibility was good.
If Browning was used, Vincent might not have the confidence.
But he uses super powerful bullets with almost no recoil, and orichanite bullets that can reduce air abrasion.
Compared to Bane, who was smeared with medicine, the chances of winning are quite large.
Margaret stood in front of the two, "Three chances, the one closest to the middle wins!"
Vincent disassembled the magazine and watched carefully, "What if we all hit the middle?"
"Then make the distance farther away!" Baine drew out one of his own arrows.
He closed his left eye and drew the bowstring, staring straight at the target with his right eye.
"Yes." Vincent loaded the magazine and raised the gun with his right hand.
Margery walked around the two of them and stopped behind them.
"Focus on the goal, start!"
Bernson immediately shot the arrow straight into the bull's-eye.
He quickly reloaded the arrow again, and Vincent pulled the trigger at this time.
The first arrow had hit the bull's-eye, but the orichanite bullet passed through its tail.
The pupil of Bain's right eye shrank instantly, and he stabilized his hands before releasing the bowstring.
"Beautiful, Vincent!" Hagrid waved a pair of big fists.
Margery looked away from Bane.
He knew the power of Muggle guns, but this strange weapon, which he had never seen before, was a bit like a wizard's alchemy product.
An arrow is not resisted by the wind because it has a sharp tip.
As long as the strength is strong enough, passing through the strong wind is not a problem.
But Vincent's gun blade is not only highly accurate, but the magic circuit on the orichanite bullet can also ignore wind resistance.
If you can see the target clearly, you can hit it successfully.
Bane's second arrow pierced through the small hole left by the orichat bullet and hit the trunk of a huge tree.
It is slightly lower than the bullet.
It's not a matter of angle, but the arrow is affected by gravity.
He didn't nock the arrow again this time, but fixed his eyes on the bullet.
Vincent's second oricyte bullet also passed through the small hole and hit the end of the first bullet.
Straight line, no deviation.
With a solemn face, Bane took Margaret's arrow, and pulled the bow out with an extremely exaggerated range with both arms.
His face covered by the paint was twitching slightly, showing how much power was used.
Before the arrow was released, Vincent decisively pulled the trigger.
Bane let go when he heard the gunshot.
Orichalcum bullets and arrows are almost side by side.
But soon they collided.
Margaret looked at the target in the distance, which was mostly blown away.
His excellent eyesight could see an arrow in the trunk of a huge tree, and a bullet hole through the trunk.
The arrow hit the first two bullets, but the third hit it again.
……
……
It's not that I'm not human, but I don't want to share the identity of "human" with creatures such as hags and vampires.
Their way of life is very closed, and they can hide well even in the Muggle forest.
In addition to this magical ability, they are also quite good at astrology.
The above is Rove's grandfather, Mr. Newt Scamander's description in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Vincent, who was surrounded by a large group of centaurs, felt that the lack of more detailed content might have something to do with their bad temper.
To put it bluntly, frankly,
The ugly point is stubborn.
Fortunately, they will not take the initiative to hurt young people, which is very in line with human characteristics.
Bane took an arrow with a red feather on the front from his quiver and aimed it horizontally at the sky.
With a sound of "咻", a particularly bright red mark was left behind where the arrow flew.
This is no ordinary powder, but a special herbal blend.
It can dye the air, and it will not dissipate for a long time.
Vincent recalled that in Nico's manuscript, there was a plant very similar to this characteristic.
The red berries that look very much like sarcoma can not only improve the efficiency of gold ore refining, but also permanently attach color to alchemy props.
He looked down at his gunblade, which was shining silver in broad daylight, "Mr. Bain, can I make two conditions?"
Bane gently pulled the bowstring, "You have to promise me one thing if you lose."
"can."
At this moment, there was an overwhelming sound of hooves in the distance.
Vincent and Hagrid looked over to see another group of even more magnificent centaurs.
Their fur is lighter, some even the silvery white of a unicorn.
The leader was very tall, almost half the size of Hagrid.
"Bain, what is it that needs to call me?"
Bane rested his bow and arrow on his chest, bent down and saluted the tall horseman, "Master Margery, I have received a challenge from this little pony."
Vincent wanted to say it was a bet, but Hagrid signaled with his eyes not to say it.
Okay, let's be stubborn.
Margaret's eyes fixed on his face, "You are the pony who saved Silvio?"
"If you're talking about the unicorn, yes."
He came up to Vincent, "Sylvio's blessing remains with you, and it will always protect you from real danger."
Unicorns are very pure magical creatures.
Drinking blood will bring a terrible curse, and a blessing will be given to those who help it.
Hagrid shook his head, "So that's the case, no wonder Silvio always wants to thank you in person!"
Vincent really wanted to ask about this blessing in detail, but Margaret turned to look at Bain.
"Under my witness, this competition is in line with the tradition of our tribe!"
The two groups of horsemen all around raised their bows and arrows, roaring out a sentence of unknown meaning.
Hagrid explained to him: "The traditions of each centaur tribe are different. Some only need witnesses, while others require the witness of the leader."
Traditions must be respected.
About two or three minutes later, a centaur came to Bain with a plate of colorful paint.
Margery dipped his fingertips in the paint and spread it evenly on his face.
"This is a mixed herb whose main ingredients are Sabbath and Dragon's Sprout. It can not only make people concentrate, but also bring a certain degree of good luck."
After listening to Hagrid's explanation, Vincent couldn't help but regret that he didn't bring the booster potion with him.
Recently, the black swan has been too quiet, which made him relax his vigilance.
"Victory will be with you forever!" Margaret finished his last painting and drew an arrow from his quiver.
Bane took it solemnly, even though it was covered by paint, he could still see the piety on his face.
"This is a kind of ceremony, which means that he is recognized by the whole tribe, and he is a warrior among warriors." Hagrid stepped back after speaking.
Margaret held up his right hand, which was stained with paint, and the centaurs all backed away.
Bane chose a location that was not covered by trees and stood up.
Several centaurs trotted forward and set up a target slightly smaller than Hagrid's fist.
The distance was about a hundred feet, and the visibility was good.
If Browning was used, Vincent might not have the confidence.
But he uses super powerful bullets with almost no recoil, and orichanite bullets that can reduce air abrasion.
Compared to Bane, who was smeared with medicine, the chances of winning are quite large.
Margaret stood in front of the two, "Three chances, the one closest to the middle wins!"
Vincent disassembled the magazine and watched carefully, "What if we all hit the middle?"
"Then make the distance farther away!" Baine drew out one of his own arrows.
He closed his left eye and drew the bowstring, staring straight at the target with his right eye.
"Yes." Vincent loaded the magazine and raised the gun with his right hand.
Margery walked around the two of them and stopped behind them.
"Focus on the goal, start!"
Bernson immediately shot the arrow straight into the bull's-eye.
He quickly reloaded the arrow again, and Vincent pulled the trigger at this time.
The first arrow had hit the bull's-eye, but the orichanite bullet passed through its tail.
The pupil of Bain's right eye shrank instantly, and he stabilized his hands before releasing the bowstring.
"Beautiful, Vincent!" Hagrid waved a pair of big fists.
Margery looked away from Bane.
He knew the power of Muggle guns, but this strange weapon, which he had never seen before, was a bit like a wizard's alchemy product.
An arrow is not resisted by the wind because it has a sharp tip.
As long as the strength is strong enough, passing through the strong wind is not a problem.
But Vincent's gun blade is not only highly accurate, but the magic circuit on the orichanite bullet can also ignore wind resistance.
If you can see the target clearly, you can hit it successfully.
Bane's second arrow pierced through the small hole left by the orichat bullet and hit the trunk of a huge tree.
It is slightly lower than the bullet.
It's not a matter of angle, but the arrow is affected by gravity.
He didn't nock the arrow again this time, but fixed his eyes on the bullet.
Vincent's second oricyte bullet also passed through the small hole and hit the end of the first bullet.
Straight line, no deviation.
With a solemn face, Bane took Margaret's arrow, and pulled the bow out with an extremely exaggerated range with both arms.
His face covered by the paint was twitching slightly, showing how much power was used.
Before the arrow was released, Vincent decisively pulled the trigger.
Bane let go when he heard the gunshot.
Orichalcum bullets and arrows are almost side by side.
But soon they collided.
Margaret looked at the target in the distance, which was mostly blown away.
His excellent eyesight could see an arrow in the trunk of a huge tree, and a bullet hole through the trunk.
The arrow hit the first two bullets, but the third hit it again.
……
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