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Barrett followed behind Ivita nervously, and he finally understood what the "Praise of Life" meant by the guide Gene.

It's not that the barbarians are slow to respond, but in the Nord tradition, the sad and solemn matter of funerals is more important than people in other kingdoms. That's why the Nords abandoned the cremations enforced during the Magic Empire and reinstated burials.

They even considered burning corpses a blasphemy to the deceased, not to mention the so-called "Praise of Life", which was completely unimaginable.

The reason why our barbarian adventurer was able to react was not by himself, but because the fellow Red Crab whispered beside him, "Go on, I heard that centaurs are very good at riding, no, I mean, nice mount."

Is it really good to ride? Because of these words, Barrett's eyes involuntarily fell on the buttocks of the centaur girl in front of him. The light is dim, but the silhouette of the shadow is still very attractive.

He had seen this many times before when he was helping Ivita with the wound, and this round, firm part should not have been of interest to humans. Because it is not much different from the horse's buttocks, but the skin looks more delicate and smoother. If you can feel this kind of scene, then the coachmen are too "tired" when they usually work.

But the strange thing is that because of the vague outline, Barrett did have some kind of inexplicable strangeness in his heart. why is that? Just because it has the same upper body as a human? He pondered this mysterious question to himself.

"My people don't think death is so painful." The centaur girl stopped and turned to look at Barrett, "but I was always very afraid of it."

The barbarian looked away in a panic, "There is nothing wrong with this, life should fear death." He pretended to be deep. But the subtle gasps and murmurs that came from time to time in the darkness around him dilute the heaviness of his words.

In the darkness, some glowing yellow or green fireflies, accompanied by the refreshing fragrance of ash flowers, are flying freely in the air. Barrett had heard someone say before that the purpose of glowing light is actually for courtship, and I don't know if this statement is true or not.

Courtship? The two words that popped up in his mind made him feel uncomfortable all over, and the flowers were so fragrant that his nose was itchy. Barbarian rubbed vigorously with his hands, his nose felt comfortable, but the itch in his heart became more and more intense.

After hearing the barbarian's words, the centaur girl Ivita continued to walk forward, "After life dies, where does the soul go?" She asked softly, "Kalanta priest once said that the soul of the tribe will return to the altar to nourish the altar. The sacred tree 'Gusata', and continues to bless the clan."

"Different souls have different attributions." Barrett followed step by step, "The souls of your centaurs can still return to the altar, while our human souls can generally only dissipate in this world, or enter the nine prisons of Baator. I Been there, it's really not a good place."

"Have you been to hell?" Ivita stopped under an ash tree and tapped the ground with her front hooves. "Have you ever experienced death?"

"No, I went there alive because of an accident. It wasn't an interesting experience. Fortunately, I was able to come back alive in the end." Barrett smiled, but found his voice a little dry, so he swallowed subconsciously. Spit, "If I had to name some places that I've been to once and I don't want to go again, then **** would definitely come first, at least for now."

"It looks like you've been to a lot of places." For some reason, the eyes of the centaur girl were still bright and moving in the dark.

"It's not too much, at least not as good as the mage." The barbarian stopped at a distance of two steps from the opponent, hesitating whether to take a step closer, "One of my friends is the mage called 'Chris'. , he once said that his dream is to spread his footprints in all planes of the multiverse, in all corners..."

A long groan from the darkness interrupted his words, and Barrett paused in embarrassment, and continued after the long groan faded away, "Chris took the initiative to go to those places. , and I was forced to go because of the mission, after all, I am an adventurer." He actually didn't want to say this, but the silence only made the atmosphere more eerie.

The occasion is so embarrassing that I should have refused, Barrett thought to himself. It's just that I didn't react at the time, or, what am I actually looking forward to?

"I have never left the Vast Sea Grassland, because the world outside the grassland is too dangerous." The centaur girl slowly stroked the ash tree's hard, no, firm, no right, firm trunk," said the Karanta priest. , outside the grasslands is a world that belongs only to your human beings, and cannot hold other lives. And once you are caught, the end will be very miserable, just like 'Glinta'."

Who is 'Glinta'? The barbarian is a little unclear. But he didn't bother with this strange name, he just needed to know that she/he ended up miserably, "Not all humans are like the people in the kingdom to the south, at least I don't have much rejection of aliens. ' he said brazenly.

The attitude of the residents of the Holy Arathor Kingdom towards these species on the Vast Sea Steppe is actually not much different from the Nord Kingdom's attitude towards the orcs, both stemming from hatred. Barrett stood on the human side, and there was no way to say who was right and who was wrong.

"Don't you reject aliens like centaurs?" Ivita's tone revealed a little happiness.

"Of course, not only centaurs, but other races as well. I once had a very good dwarf friend, we went on adventures together, and we had a very good relationship with each other." Darkness is the best cover for lies, Barret said solemnly, "And get along pretty well with halflings, too." All races can mingle with halflings, "I helped a misguided goblin goblin back to normal, and I did some with drow..., this , some more in-depth exchanges."

"Drow? I heard they're all bad."

"There are also good-hearted individuals in bad species, and vice versa." Barbarian suddenly remembered a book "Wood's Biography" that he had read over and over again, "Between different species, the most important thing is communication, yes, Heart to heart." The book seems to say so.

Ivita walked towards him gently. Looking at each other, the centaur girl took Barrett's hand and placed it on her high chest, "Tell me how to communicate."

"Uh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This, I mean..." The barbarian was incoherent, not daring to move his palm, "Although this way of communication is very good, yes, very good, but I mean using Mouth communication." Damn, what am I talking about?

"Communicate with your mouth?" The centaur girl approached and kissed him, "Is that so?"

The soft and sweet feeling made the barbarian feel his pulse, and the remaining reason gave a faint reminder. I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't! he thought again. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, I'll leave, and I don't know when the next time I'll be here.

But another voice in his head said to him, you shouldn't be measured by human values, she wants you to do it, just like everyone else around. The tribute to the deceased at this time was also a consolation for her.

Although his mind was extremely contradictory, Barrett's other hand was wrapped around the opponent's waist without authorization.

After an unknown amount of time, the lips slowly separated from each other. The centaur girl Ivita turned around, put her hand on the trunk of the ash tree, and pointed at Barrett with the round and plump part, "Help me see, is the wound recovering well?"

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