HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 192 Chips
"I didn't expect to see unicorns. I always thought that such creatures would deliberately avoid crowded places." Itana watched the unicorn disappear into the forest, and couldn't help feeling emotional.

"In fact, the place where it is located is really inaccessible, but we found it here." Dumbledore shrugged slightly, looking helpless and innocent.

"Now that we have come here, let's confirm the traces of those people." Dumbledore took out the hourglass again and repeated the previous operation.

The centaur walks in the opposite direction to the unicorn.

"It's a pity, I still want to follow the past." Itana really feels regretful, it is said that the blood of unicorns can make people who are about to die regenerate new vitality, this effect is a bit like that in traditional Chinese medicine. The ginseng can hold a person's breath at a critical moment.

However, there is also a part of the legend that if you drink the blood of a unicorn, you will be cursed and become half-dead and half-alive.

Itana finds this statement quite interesting, especially the explanation in the novel, which says that if you slaughter a weak and kind creature like a unicorn because you want to gain new vitality, you will be cursed .

Itana really wants to know whether this so-called curse is subjective or objective. If unicorns donate blood voluntarily, will they still be cursed if they drink it?
It's a pity that I can't follow the past to see.But at least I know an area where unicorns are infested, so I can come and see it alone in the future.

She and Dumbledore continued to walk through the forest. In the forest, birdsong could be heard from different trees, echoing each other, as if they were talking.

If it weren't for the consideration that they were here to find someone at the moment, the environment would be really good.It's a pity that neither Itana nor Dumbledore's focus is on the scenery of the Forbidden Forest.

On the way forward, Dumbledore had cast Whispering Whisper and Disillusionment Charms on them to ensure that they would not be discovered first in any sudden encounters they might encounter.

Not far ahead, there were faint roars, the voices were short and rough, as if they were cheering.

Itana and Dumbledore stopped at the same time, and Dumbledore made a silent gesture to Itana and stepped forward.

Itana followed behind him carefully. Although she was covered by a spell, she still tried to keep her footsteps as light as possible, while paying attention to the fallen leaves and weeds on the ground.

In order to avoid the bloody plot of stepping on a certain branch at a critical moment to alarm the enemy, and then being found and finally forced to enter the battle round, Itana tried her best to stabilize her pace so that her clothes would not catch on her Whatever, don't step on anything.

The two stopped behind a big tree, and Dumbledore took out a mirror from his arms.

The moment she saw the mirror clearly, Itana couldn't help but widen her eyes, and looked at Dumbledore in astonishment.

Itana recognized the mirror because she had given it to him.

This is the magic mirror that caused Itana two or three troubles during the summer vacation. Well, although it is not directed at her every time, in the final analysis, those people have something to do with this mirror. There is little or no contact, so it is understandable to pin the blame on him.

Before Itana was completely surprised, ripples appeared on the mirror surface, and a picture was reflected from the mirror.

That was the scene after they were blocked by a tree in front of them.

Not far away, more than forty people gathered together, some of them were carrying bows and arrows, some were holding spears, gathered around a guy who was probably the leader.

The magic mirror even gave a close-up of the leader. It was a very young-looking centaur with facial features that could be called good-looking among humans. Some kind of paint was applied on his forehead to form a pattern. His gray-green eyes, Wearing a feather crown on his head, facing his clansmen, he looked confident and resolute.

"Together, we will regain the glory of our ancestors and set foot on the land that once belonged to us. At that time, we can run as much as we want, drink clean and clear streams, and have a blue sky above our heads; we can build huts and raise cattle. Sheep, no longer live the lives of hunters; no more shivering in the cold winds in winter, shelter from stormy rains in summer, and disease will not take away any of our fellow-men."

"But change comes with blood."

"Perhaps, some of us will give everything because of this. Maybe we will be attacked after falling asleep one day, and we will never be able to wake up the next day, or maybe we will be deported to a more remote and desolate land."

"But for everything we care about, for our parents and family, for our children, and for them to live in that paradise someday."

"Blood? Sacrifice? None of that matters to a brave man."

"We will embark on a path of change, and together with our allies, we will forge a new world, out there. We will be part of the world, we will no longer be so-called dark creatures, magical animals, we will be flesh and soul 'people'."

The young leader with the feather crown spoke sonorously to his clansmen. The people listened quietly at first, but unconsciously, they were infected by his words, and a blazing flame burned in their chests. resentment, dissatisfaction with the status quo, nostalgia for relatives, and hope for the future...

They have such blazing emotions, why don't they fight for the honor that belongs to 'human', the primate of all things?

"Since everyone agrees with what I said, then, for our future, let's send that invitation like wizards."

"Those three wizard children are our bargaining chips. Let us see, compared with us who are united as one, how their wizards behave in front of interests and fellow clans."

The leader wearing a feather crown turned his gray-green eyes to look at a centaur, "Your archery skills are the best, and you will pass the invitation to the wizards. Brave centaur, this trip may never return. What do you have? Do you want to tell everyone?"

The man stood out of the team and faced the other compatriots. There was no fear of the death in the leader's words in his eyes, but only the determination and courage to go forward.

He looked at his fellow clansmen, and his eyes paused for a while on the faces of a female centaur and a small centaur. A smile flashed across him. He didn't look away, looking in the direction where his partner and daughter were, with a firm tone:
"For Stella!"

Strya, an ancient language handed down from the centaur language, has never changed its pronunciation. It means the common ancestor of the centaur, the supreme god they believe in, and also represents their ethnic group itself.

"For Stella!"

(End of this chapter)