#217 - Eye of the Storm

"Master, those in his hands are the sleeping draughts stolen from us." Kiki said excitedly after seeing the vials taken out by the werewolf wizard.

Anduin nodded casually, lost in thought. His mind wasn't on the werewolf wizard; he was more concerned about the prophecy made by the centaur elder earlier.

The messenger of the seventh star of the Big Dipper…

The wrath from the lightning…

Was it referring to him? He was indeed located to the north of these centaurs.

So, did that centaur really foresee his intervention?

Does prophecy magic really exist in this world?

In his usual way of thinking, he considered prophecy magic too distant. This mystical thing was like the air in a bag of chips; you couldn't say it wasn't there, but you couldn't see it after opening the bag.

Now, someone was making a prophecy about him right in front of him, which made him develop a strange interest in prophecy. When he chose elective courses before, he didn't consider Divination, mainly because many of his companions in the dueling club told him that the Divination class at Hogwarts was a rip-off.

Professor Trelawney was very unreliable, always making death predictions for students every year, but none of them ever came true.

"If I just watch quietly and don't take action, will the prophecy made by this centaur fail?" Anduin thought with some mischievousness.

"Master, look quickly, those centaurs are charging up." Kiki, who had been paying close attention to the scene, shouted quickly when she saw the situation change.

Interrupted from his wild thoughts by Kiki, Anduin also looked towards the battle ahead.

He saw the centaurs enveloped in the sleeping draught clouds created by the werewolf wizard. As a race proficient in herbs, they quickly recognized the effects of these potions.

They knew they couldn't sit still and wait to be defeated, or they would definitely be knocked out if this continued, so they organized a charge, preparing to fight desperately to break through.

Seeing the centaurs' actions, the werewolf wizard raised his head and let out a howl. The surrounding native werewolves, with red eyes and disgusting yellow saliva dripping from their mouths, rushed forward madly.

In an instant, the two sides were engaged in a melee. The centaur elder in the middle, holding his spear straight, charged directly at the werewolf wizard, seemingly preparing to launch a decapitation strike.

But the werewolf wizard sneered at the sight, raised his wand, and aimed a quick and vicious curse at the centaur.

However, the centaur elder reacted well, directly swinging his spear horizontally. With a 'whoosh,' he actually batted the curse away like swatting a fly. It was unknown what his spear was made of, with such good quality.

Although this block was very beautiful, it slowed down his charging pace.

After that, the battle between the two turned into the werewolf wizard casting curses while the centaur elder waved his spear to deflect them, occasionally managing to stab back, but the werewolf wizard's physique was also quite good, able to dodge the attacks very flexibly. The two were locked in a stalemate, appearing to be fighting evenly matched.

However, the other centaurs were in trouble. They had to face almost twice as many werewolves as they had, and there were also three young centaurs among them.

This led to their charge being forced to stop almost from the beginning, and they could only engage in close combat with the werewolves. Fortunately, in addition to their weapons, their thick hooves were also very powerful.

Combined with bows and spears, they severely injured two werewolves in one encounter.

However, compared to the centaurs' wide-ranging attacks, the werewolves paid more attention to agile, small-scale movements. They couldn't outrun the centaurs, but they were more agile than the centaurs in close combat.

So, the scene looked like the centaurs were chasing the werewolves, and a hit would cause serious injury, but as long as the werewolves dodged, they would scratch you in return, which was extremely annoying.

Moreover, the endurance of the two sides was not on the same level. After a werewolf was hit by an arrow, it directly bit off the shaft with its teeth in a frenzy, howled loudly, and charged again. A werewolf who was seriously injured and hid to the side could move again after resting for a while, and it was estimated that it would be able to return to the battlefield soon.

But every wound on the centaur's body made them weaker. Some centaurs were even stained red with their own blood.

The werewolf wizard's sleeping draught was also continuing to take effect. Some centaurs were already feeling dizzy and their vision was blurred. If they continued to entangle like this, it was estimated that these centaurs would soon fall into decline.

At the same time, the two werewolves who were ambushing on the high ground behind also made contributions. They suddenly launched a high-altitude attack on the three young centaurs, biting off the bows of two centaurs in one fell swoop, leaving them without weapons.

For these young centaurs, the werewolves obviously did not want to kill them, and even were unwilling to leave too many scars. To the werewolf wizard, they were prey about to be captured, goods to be traded.

So, the werewolves surrounding them aimed at the bows and arrows on the young centaurs, destroying them and then circling around, consuming the centaurs' energy.

The young centaurs' physical strength and magic resistance were obviously not as good as the adult centaurs, and their resistance to the sleeping draught was also weaker. After being exhausted for a while, one centaur felt dizzy, and his eyelids were constantly fighting, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any time.

Seeing that the situation had become very critical, many centaurs became anxious, and their offensive became more fierce, even using the large bows in their hands as melee weapons, swinging them wildly at the enemy.

But such a desperate counterattack made their openings bigger, and they were injured more. The intense exercise also accelerated the blood flow, and the sleeping draught took effect even faster.

"Haha, your prophecy looks like it's abandoning you. Let your broken stars go to hell, die old man!" The werewolf wizard taunted the centaur elder triumphantly, seeing that the situation on the scene was slowly tilting towards them.

At this time, the centaur elder was also extremely anxious. He watched as a young centaur couldn't withstand the effects of the sleeping draught and fell straight down.

Could it be that he had really made a mistake in the revelation he received? Was the morning star no longer blessing the centaur tribe?

At this time, Anduin, who was watching the show, knew that it was too late to act. Although he really wanted to go against the centaur elder's prophecy, he would be too unhappy if he let these cruel werewolves win so triumphantly.

"Kiki, stay here and don't move. If you encounter danger, Apparate away quickly." Anduin turned his head and instructed the little elf.

Then, he drew his wand and leaped down.

"Eye of the Storm!"