Chapter 33 Ambush the Centaurs and Seize the Purple Horse

After three days of exploration, Weilin chose an excellent place, located in a low valley north of the Centaur's must-pass road, which is very suitable for an ambush.

"It is August 6th now, and there are still nine days before the Centaur passes here, which is enough."

After marking, Weilin set off to return, ready to organize manpower, set traps, strangle the Centaur, and snatch the purple horse.

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In mid-August, a group of Centaurs drove hundreds of purple horses slowly forward.

"Young Master, the scout reports that there is no danger ahead." A Centaur holding a low-quality bow and arrow came to a white Centaur, knelt on his front legs, and reported respectfully.

"Keep going."

The white Centaur Aria proudly gave the order to let the team continue to move forward.

She needed to drive this group of purple horses back to the tribe before winter. At the current speed, there was no time to delay.

At this moment, Weilin, crawling in the bushes, calmly observed the group of Centaurs.

There were about fifty horses.

"Baird, prepare to start the action."

"Yes, my lord."

After receiving the order, Baird came to the bottom of the hill and began to act according to the original plan.

A knight was covered in blood, carrying a package on his back, riding a red ridge horse, and began to go in the direction of the trap.

Two minutes later, Baird pretended to be fierce and chased the bloody knight with several men.

"Stop, don't run."

"I'm going to tear you to pieces, leave your things behind."

In the wilderness, a sudden sound came out, and the centaur who was driving the blue-purple horse was frightened and immediately alerted and looked around.

Aria looked gloomy, looking at the human who appeared in the distance, and said angrily: "Is this what you said there is no danger?"

"Young master, calm down."

The centaur in charge of reconnaissance was trembling with fear and quickly replied.

"Keep alert, if the other party comes close, shoot arrows directly and kill without mercy." In order to protect the safety of the blue-purple horse, Aria gave the order without hesitation.

After hearing this, the centaurs around bent their bows and aimed at the humans running towards them. As long as the opponent entered the range, they would shoot directly.

Suddenly, Baird accelerated suddenly, split the package behind the horse's butt with a sword, and the mithril with a silver-white luster appeared and fell to the ground.

"Mithril, young master, it's mithril."

The centaurs with reconnaissance characteristics discovered something two kilometers away and roared excitedly.

"I know."

Aria's eyes were shining, staring at the mithril picked up by humans.

"Young master, give me a team of people, I will go to grab the mithril back." A tall and fierce brown centaur licked his lips, his eyes full of greed, and asked Aria.

"Doris, is there any danger in here?" Aria shook her head violently to keep herself awake, and asked the silver low-level centaur warrior.

"Young Master, these humans are weak. You take people to protect the purple horse. I will go alone and make sure to get the mithril back." Doris, whose reason has been devoured by greed, can no longer care about so much.

After some thought, Aria nodded and agreed to Doris's suggestion.

Then, Doris led ten centaurs out of the herd and chased Baird.

Baird saw that the other party had taken the bait and performed even harder, shouting all kinds of dirty words from his mouth.

"The other party has taken the bait."

Weilin, who was lying in the bushes, waved his fists excitedly.

At this moment, in the valley, Andrew led two squadrons of soldiers, operating twenty bed crossbows, waiting for the target to arrive.

As the sound of horse hooves got closer and closer, Andrew looked into the distance and found the captain's voice, followed by a centaur.

"Get ready, listen to my instructions."

The soldiers of the two squadrons held their breath and waited for the order of the knight.

"Human, don't run, leave the things behind, and your uncle Doris will spare your lives."

In front of the red phosphorus horse that is good at running, the centaur Doris cursed and threatened loudly.

Chasing and chasing, he didn't know that he had entered a valley, and he didn't notice any of the humans hiding around him.

With only the shining mithril in his eyes, and the confidence brought by his strength, Doris lost his vigilance.

"Shoot."

Andrew seized the opportunity and ordered loudly.

Twenty soldiers holding wooden hammers hit the trigger, and twenty mixed mithril forged spears flew out.

In a flash, Doris found the spears coming from all directions, and waved the hammer in his hand to resist.

But under the attack of the mixed mithril forged spear, the hammer in his hand and the iron armor on his body were easily pierced, and the hot blood splashed everywhere, staining the ground red.

Doris looked at the human in front unwillingly and slowly lowered his head.

After a round of shooting, there were still six centaurs left in the valley.

"The commander is dead. This is a trap set by humans."

"Run, quickly, go back and report to the young master."

Several centaurs adjusted their direction and ran towards the entrance without looking back.

However, the second round of spear shooting shot five centaurs on the spot. One centaur managed to escape, took out a red pill from his arms, swallowed it, and ran desperately.

"Young master, there is an ambush, humans..."

A spear flew over, pierced the centaur's body, and nailed it to the ground.

The white centaur was as if facing a formidable enemy. Looking at the humans who suddenly appeared around him and the crossbows that appeared on the hills in the distance, he held a bow and arrow and began to charge.

Weilin rode on his warhorse, staring at the distance not far away.

"My Lord."

After the two sides confronted each other for more than ten minutes, Baird came to Weilin with two teams of infantry and twenty three-bow crossbows, and threw the head in his hand to the ground.

"Doris." The white centaur Aria looked at the head rolling on the grass and wailed in pain, "Despicable humans, you will pay a price, a painful price."

"Get ready."

Hundreds of soldiers took out their spears, mounted them on the crossbows, and waited for orders.

After the eighty three-bow crossbows were ready, Weilin immediately gave the order: "Fire."

Eighty spears flew out from four directions, more than twenty centaurs were shot dead on the spot, and the rest of the people were trembling with fear.

The white centaur Aria could not help but step back a few steps and look at the surrounding environment. There were less than 20 centaurs left around him. It was impossible to resist hundreds of humans. The only way now was to give up the purple horse and return to the tribe to wait for revenge in the future.

However, on this basis, the identity information of the other party must be known.

"Despicable human, dare you tell me your name."

Aria gestured to the living subordinates for a while, and shouted in the direction of Weilin.

"Attack."

Weilin ignored it and ordered the attack directly.

In order to avoid hurting the purple horse, the next step was to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Seeing that the other party did not take the bait, Aria did not wait and turned around to rush to the northwest where there were the least people.

"Disperse the horses and retreat."

Several centaurs blew bone whistles. After hearing this special sound, the purple horse immediately became irritable and ran around.

Taking this opportunity, the other centaurs followed their young master and broke through in the northwest.