"Jen, why do there seem to be much less centaurs in the tribe today?" Siwei, who was idle, asked the young centaur who was still practicing casting while casually taking out a treasure-level wand from the storage box for maintenance.

Although the Iron Hoof Tribe was not bustling, it was quite lively, but today it was a bit quiet. After a little sense of it, Xiwei found that most of the horse sheds in the tribe were empty.

"I don't know. But what my father didn't tell me was probably not a big deal. Maybe it was going out to hunt together or something."

After wiping the sweat, the centaur boy carefully controlled a ball of flame on his fingers, and shone it as Professor Xiwei, making it twist into an S-shaped shape for a while and a B-shaped shape for a while.

Although the squeezing and growing teaching allowed the centaur boy to gain magic power in just a few days, the effort he had to put in the control and casting stages was much more than those who learned slowly and practiced magic power.

Fortunately, Sivi is not an irresponsible teacher. Now the training that Gene is conducting is equivalent to making up for the loss, which can help him master the control of magic as soon as possible.

“Collective hunting?”

Xiwei flew a grass fairy bullet that might have been drunk and made of homemade nectar wine, which flew to the side, to the side of his nose. Spring is approaching, and these small things that look similar to grass elves but are more common than drafting elves. He muttered in confusion.

Centaurs are omnivorous creatures, but they prefer vegetarian food a little more than meat. Their life these days also made Sivi understand that the staple food of this group of centaurs and half horses is a kind of biological food called Morroro. Plant roots similar to potatoes are produced all year round and can be seen everywhere, so centaurs don’t have to worry about food.

By the way, the thing tastes a bit like a potato mixed with earth shavings, which is not delicious at all for Sivy.

"I remember you still have a lot of smoked meat?" Siwei asked again: "Since the reserves are sufficient, is it necessary to carry out such large-scale hunting?"

Although the hardness and taste of that kind of bacon can be considered anti-human...

"Well," Gene stopped practicing, and a confused expression appeared on his face: "Teacher, it's really a bit strange when you say that... Could it be to maintain the feeling of fighting? That's why we organized this kind of activity? After all, before the deadline agreed with you, our clan will always be idle in the tribe."

"Compared with this, Gene, I have another question to ask you."

Xiwei threw the wand that could make 30% of the magicians in his hand crazy about on the market and returned to the storage box, looking at the confused centaur boy: "Is your father the kind of fool who can easily pull away the defense forces at home in order to hold events?"

"How could my father make such a mistake... Wait. Teacher, do you mean that there is not even the guard power in our tribe now?" The expression on Gene's face, who came back to his senses and understood the meaning of Sevi's words, turned into shock.

He added a floating technique to himself. Xiwei slowly drifted to the sky and looked around with the help of a broad vision, but he did not find the young and middle-aged members of the Iron Hoof Tribe around.

But Xiwei was at least experienced. The great magician with rich experience easily found some clues.

"The grass in the northeast direction shows signs of falling. Judging from the degree of falling, many people should have passed there in recent times."

"Northeast? Isn't that a gathering place for the Goblins?"

Gene widened his eyes in disbelief.

"That's right." The expression on Xiwei's face also became cold: "I'm afraid your father can't wait to see your training results, so he took your tribe members to the Goblin to die."

The centaur boy was stunned for a while, then his eyes revealed a firm look.

"Sorry, teacher." He bent his front legs slightly and bowed to Xiwei.

"Inform in advance, don't want me to help your tribe. Since they have discarded my advice and agreements aside, they should be prepared to return home with a crushing defeat."

After feeling the magic coordinates of the Goblin King and finding that there was no change in place, Xiwei said with a cold face.

Even Sivi could not capture the horror of the Goblin Sea, let alone those centaurs.

Unless the Iron Hoof Tribe has a way to gather all the centaurs, grassland elf tribes and creatures with similar combat power to the two, they can compete with the Goblin Sea.

"Of course I know what you mean by your teacher, and I don't want you to help my compatriots." The Centaur boy was not surprised by Siwei's cold words. During the period when he was studying with Siwei, Gene, who was originally flamboyant and passionate, also had many fresh experiences. Although his general personality has not changed, he has calmed down a lot compared to before, so now he knows very clearly that this time it was their Centaur who was in the wrong hands: "I just hope that you can allow me to go to the battlefield to help my father as a child."

Unlike the loose teacher-student relationships in the Magic Academy, the concept of teachers and students of centaurs who teach one-on-one is often similar to the feeling of "a teacher for one day and a father for life" by the Travel Master.

So even if he wanted to go to the battlefield immediately, Gene suppressed his anxiety first and asked Xiwei for instructions.

"This is your own will, it has nothing to do with me."

"I understand, teacher, goodbye."

Even though I know that there is a lot of luck and luck to go to the battlefield this time, I still resolutely go there for my father. I have to say that Gene is indeed a good child.

How about you secretly follow him to protect him and prevent this rare filial student from dying? Xiwei thought to himself.

But soon he denied his idea.

Regardless of whether Gene, who has not experienced setbacks under his wings, can grow up well? Just when he arrives on the battlefield and sees the miserable appearance of the centaurs, Siwei is not sure that he will not rescue him - Damn this, wouldn't it be like slapping himself in the face?

"Wait a minute." Finally, Xiwei sighed long: "I will never take action myself."

He set a major premise first, and then continued: "But I will set up a magical position in Mushan grassland, the grassland we went to practice two days ago, and use your flame to activate the position. If you can do it, you can lead the enemy there, and it will also allow your tribe members to see the results of your hard study. If there is no problem, take your magic weapon."

"Thank you, teacher!" Gene looked surprised: "I, Geen Iron Hoof, will never insult your reputation!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!