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In the evening, the residents of Centaurus Village gathered around the altar. They wear "dress" that is rarely seen during the day (not how gorgeous clothes, but headbands, pendants, armbands, hoof chains, and fringed belts and other decorations), from the central square all the way out By extension, everyone looked solemn and silent, as if waiting for something.

As outsiders in the clan, Barrett and others stood in the outermost circle of the crowd. Since the centaurs are generally taller, apart from the barbarians having a slight advantage in height and the little mage being able to fly in mid-air, the other three have no idea what happened in the central area.

"What are they doing?" The bodyguard, Red Crab, put his hands on his forehead and looked at the altar with his feet on his feet. "Holding a dance? But it's too dull. At least they should sing a few songs to cheer up the fun. If they don't If you are embarrassed, I can go up and sing a song "Happy Youth" first, to ensure that the atmosphere will be warm."

"Leave your singing to the drunkards in the tavern, no one here wants to appreciate it," said Ariel, the merchant, "These men are conducting a funeral for the soldiers who died in the previous battle with the blight. "

"Funeral? Silent all the time?" Red Crab expressed doubts, "and I didn't see how sad they were."

"It should be the waiting time." The guide Gene explained, "As far as I know, the funerals of the centaurs are held at night. And many wilderness races, including centaurs, have a different attitude towards death from our human beings. They don't see death as a tragic end to life, but as a normal natural cycle, like the changing seasons."

"If they want to bring the clan's body back, we can provide a place to bury it," Barrett said. "Although Bear Grove has left, I still remember that place."

"I mentioned it to the centaur patriarch and the priest before, but they didn't have such a plan." The voice of the little mage came from the air, "These centaurs believe that no matter where the clan dies, their souls will be guided by the spirit of the wilderness. , back to the altar of the clan."

"What the **** is the spirit of the wilderness? Is it a god?" Red Crab asked, raising his head, "Or some kind of pure spiritual sustenance?"

"Some so-called 'spirits' are just ordinary spiritual sustenance, while others are a kind of extremely powerful existence, a special kind of demigod." The little mage replied, "The real **** cannot be fully embodied in us. Demigods exist in the main material plane, but demigods can. Most of the demigods naturally conceived in this world are the embodiment of the origin of life, so they generally appear in forests, swamps, grasslands and other places. They will act as a powerful transcendental being. Protecting a land and the many lives that live on this land."

"Why haven't I heard of this kind of thing in human territory?" Red Crab asked again. "Aren't we human beings life?"

"No, it's because we don't respect life." The little mage said lightly.

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When the last ray of sunshine disappeared on the horizon, and the entire Vast Sea Grassland and the village were completely plunged into darkness, it was also the moment when the funeral really began.

First, a melodious female voice chanted something in Elvish language in the dark, and then, the strange symbols on the three stone tablets began to slowly light up with a very deep light blue light.

The light shone through the shade of moss and vines, revealing their original appearance. With Barrett's excellent eyesight, he could see the symbols on the stele as bear claws, wolf teeth, antlers, horse hooves, eagle eyes, and some shapes and patterns that he could not distinguish.

When all the symbols were lit, many pale blue lights broke away from the stele. Surrounding giant ash trees like fireflies, they add a dreamlike feel to the peculiar funeral before us.

This method is not much different from the magic rune on the magic circle activated by the mage, Barrett thought to himself.

"Many races in the vast sea grasslands, like elves, believe in the Druid teachings, and the centaurs are no exception." The voice of the guide Genn came softly beside him, "If a gathering place grows in the central area of A towering tree, then there will be at least one Druid in this gathering place. Because only a Druid can cultivate a tree of this scale."

"And the mother tree that gave birth to the blight monster?" Red Crab said.

"Shh, shut up, don't talk nonsense!" the businessman whispered.

The light reflected a female centaur holding a cane and wearing a feather cloak, who was singing ethereal in Elvish language. The female centaur placed several objects side by side on the stone ring of the altar, because it was too far away for Barritt to see exactly what those objects were.

But the guide Gene introduced it. He said that those things are the relics of each deceased person, and placing these things on the altar means that the soul of the deceased will remain in the main material world. After waiting for three days, the souls of the deceased return under the guidance of the spirit of the wilderness, and these relics will be distributed to others in the village as a kind of fond memory of the deceased.

Immediately afterwards, the other people and horses around also joined the singing team. Those pale blue lights rose to the canopy of the ash tree in the chant, and then slowly flew into the air.

The light circled twice in the sky, and finally flew into the distance like a band of light, and the whole village fell into darkness again. Not long after, many torches were lit, the light came again, and the gathered people and horses began to slowly disperse from the vicinity of the altar.

But what makes Barrett curious is that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a lot of people are walking towards the woods outside the village in pairs, not knowing what they are doing at night without sleep.

"What are they doing? Isn't the funeral over yet?" The little mage slowly landed from the air and asked the question in Barrett's heart.

"The funeral is over, and next is the praise of life." The guide Gene's mouth hung with an unidentified smile, "In the values ​​of the centaurs, letting life come to this world is the best way to cherish the deceased. pay tribute"

"Let life come?" The little mage asked again, "How come?" His question stopped as soon as he asked, "No need to explain, I understand, hehe."

At this time, a girl with a centaur slowly walked towards the crowd. It was Ivita, the person they rescued. She went straight to Barrett and looked at our barbarian adventurer with clear, bright eyes.

"I want to chat with you."

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