My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Marenia accepted the tall horseman's kneeling very naturally. Her posture at this moment was completely different from the relaxed and carefree posture in front of Latan. It seemed that an invisible spring stretched her waist straight. She said almost arrogantly, "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is in accordance with your instructions." The tall horseman still knelt on the ground with his front legs. He didn't even dare to raise his head to look directly at Marennia's face. "Please move to the tribe of the Weimin with this honorable God."

Looking at the worshipful and reverent eyes of the centaurs, Latan got goosebumps all over his arms. He felt like a black and white photo appearing at a funeral, as if these forest people with hooves were going to worship him in the next second.

He said to the crippled girl, "What have they prepared? What do you want to do by calling me here?"

"I want to ask you a favor."

Marennia whispered calmly, and suddenly a bloody red emblem bloomed behind her, like symmetrical wings or a vicious insect spewing venom, emitting a vicious halo like pus and blood, shining on the fanatical faces of the surrounding centaurs.

At the same time, her waist-length bright red hair suddenly spread out, and countless dead leaf butterflies with bright red phosphorus wings fluttered out from it. Her hair, darker than blood, intertwined into a pair of broad wings behind her, and her prosthetic feet slowly lifted off the ground amid the circling dance of thousands of butterflies.

This is exactly the posture that Latan saw in astronomy class last night!

Hovering in the air, Marenia smiled and said to Latan who was still standing on the ground, "Don't tell me you can't fly."

Latan said with a dead look on his face, "Do you have so many caterpillars in your hair?"

Marenya's smile disappeared in an instant.

"Just kidding, these butterflies are obviously the product of magical mimicry. They are very beautiful."

Latan's eyes emitted a faint purple light, and magic power built a magnetic field emblem on his chest. His ankle-length red hair was tangled in the inverted gravity field, and deep purple thunder as thick as fingers leaped and burst out between his hair. His majestic body suddenly floated into the air, standing opposite Marennia on the branches of the ancient tree in the forbidden forest.

Gravity magic: force field reversal!

The red lion crossed his arms across his chest, his plain black robe fluttering in the wind, and said to Marenia, who looked at him with a look of "as expected", "Ladies first."

Marenia nodded slightly and said to the tall horseman who stood respectfully with his eyes lowered, "Lead the way."

"I obey your orders."

The tall centaur raised the spear in his hand high and let out a roar that was somewhere between a human voice and the neighing of a horse. It was a language and war cry unique to this ancient race.

The horsemen standing quietly in the forest suddenly became excited. They spread their four hooves and galloped wildly along the forest path that only the horsemen knew. The rumbling sound of their horses' hooves was mixed with war songs that have been passed down from ancient times to the present day.

Marennia raised her chin provocatively towards Latan, then swooped down as nimbly as a butterfly and rushed into the dark forest.

Latan found that her flying posture was as graceful as that of a skilled dancer. The blood-red rainbow light passed through the dense branches in the forbidden forest at a high speed without even scaring off a leaf.

Then can I fly so nimbly?

He did it as soon as he thought of it. Latan followed Marennia and rushed into the woods. The dark purple lightning emitted by the magnetic field emblem constantly adjusted the gravity and repulsion around him, drawing a graceful arc along her trajectory, aiming at the gap between the branches and the trunk, and then -

His head hit the tree trunk hard!

As if a cannonball had exploded, the unfortunate cypress tree was broken in half, wood chips and branches flew everywhere, and the tall and dense treetops collapsed with a series of crackling sounds of broken branches, scaring the running horsemen so much that they quickly turned away, emitting a series of neighs that did not sound like good words.

Latan's face didn't hurt, but it was burning with embarrassment. While apologizing to the centaurs, he controlled gravity to crush the crowns of the cypress trees blocking the path into wood chips, making it easier for their team, which had been cut off, to pass.

Marenia turned back with a teasing smile on her face: "It's not as simple as you think, right?"

Seeing her skirt fluttering, Latan quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes, turned his face away and said, "I suggest you stop wearing short skirts."

"What does it matter?" Marenia lifted up her red skirt, "I'm wearing denim shorts underneath."

"The book says this is not good. Besides, I've found the trick to flying."

Adjusting his breathing rhythm, the magnetic field emblem on Latan's chest stopped flickering and emitted a corona-like halo from the inside out. The gravity field disturbed by magic spread around his body. The twisted old trees in the forbidden forest fell down like weak stalks of wheat, and the land where they were rooted cracked and rolled up.

Latan shot out like a torpedo. The gravity field pushed away the air in front of him, forming an inward-curling turbulence as it passed by him, further pushing his body forward!

All the tree trunks in front of him were smashed into pieces by the dark purple lightning. The red lion plowed a straight and wide aerial road in the dense forest, and in an instant he passed over the head of the tall horse in the lead at high speed!

The tall centaur's brown hair (or horse mane, if you will) was blown into the air by the violent turbulence. His expression changed from surprise to excitement in the blink of an eye. He ran wildly and shouted, "God! Our God!"

Latan frowned, slightly reduced his flying speed, kept close to the ground and kept pace with the tall centaur, and said to him: "I am not a god! If you must call me by a name, you can just call me by my name, Latan Magnus."

The tall horseman crossed a rock stream, a look of panic on his broad-nosed face: "Your Majesty, your name contains the highest power. How can my lowly and dirty throat be worthy of calling out your honorable name?"

From "Changing Britain: The Founding of the Ministry of Magic", Latan knew that since 1811, the centaurs had been recognized as a subspecies of humans, but the centaurs voluntarily decided to continue living as "beasts" because they were unwilling to share the "human" identity with vampires and hags.

Latan respected this self-respecting and self-loving race. He did not hate the centaurs as much as he hated the goblins in Gringotts, and he was even more unwilling to place himself above them as a "god."

After crashing into a thick and dense oak tree, Latan said to the tall horseman: "You are not lowly, nor dirty. You drink the water of this earth like me, and bathe in the light of the stars like me. You and I are equal, friend. Please tell me your name."

"Your Excellency." The tall horseman nearly tripped over a dead branch. He managed to steady himself and said with a pinch of breath, "I am Falaniel, the leader of the tribe."

"Franil, I called you by your name. You should follow the etiquette of the centaurs and call my name." Latan urged.

Falaniel's broad, long face showed an embarrassment and confusion. His mouth opened and closed under his brown beard, and his long pony tail swung back and forth, looking uneasy.

"You can also call him 'Star Crusher'." Marennia flapped her wings made of woven hair and chased after him with countless fluttering red butterflies. She and Latan sandwiched Franniel in the middle, "Just like you calling me 'Valkyrie', he won't mind."

Latan glared at Malenia over the centaur's back, and she shrugged innocently.

Falaniel heaved a long sigh of relief and said to Latan in awe: "General, I know you must have a lot of doubts in your mind, but as long as you arrive at the headquarters of my tribe, all your questions will be solved."

As he spoke, he leaped onto a huge sharp rock protruding from the ground with a spear in hand, and pointed to the river beach below that was outlined by the twinkling lights of fireflies: "It's not far ahead!"

Following Marennia, Latan leaped down from the edge of a cliff that was more than five meters high, passed the gurgling stream that meandered through the forbidden forest, and stood firmly on the river beach covered with gray pebbles.

Looking up, one can see that on this long and narrow river beach stands a row of obviously makeshift wooden huts, making full use of almost every inch of space.

On the lintel of each cottage hangs a fine cage niche woven with rattan, and in each niche are placed dozens of fireflies with a faint magical aura. The light they emit is hazy and dreamy, and they are excellent props for creating a romantic atmosphere wherever they are placed.

But the wailing echoing in the air completely destroyed the atmosphere created by the fireflies.

Latan sniffed the wind blowing in his face. Besides the fresh fragrance of freshly cut wood, there was also a strong stench of decay and blood. It was obvious that there were countless wounded people housed in these huts!

The horsemen rushed down the cliff along a nearly vertical steep path, waded through the stream with the help of their four hooves, and stood quietly behind the two gods in their eyes, swinging their water-soaked tails, and the hot air from their mouths condensed into white mist in the cold night.

Amid the sound of crisp horse hooves, Falaniel, with a sad face, walked up to the solemn Latan and whispered, "Just a few days ago, the eight-eyed giant spiders attacked my tribe without any warning. The raid caused heavy losses to the tribe. I led my people to fight and retreat, and fought side by side with other centaur tribes against the giant spiders' attacks... but..."

He snorted in pain and knelt down to Malenia again: "If it weren't for the Valkyrie descending from the sky and blessing us to settle down here, all of us centaurs would have died tragically under the poisonous claws of the eight-eyed giant spider. For such a great favor, I really -"

Marennia raised her hand to interrupt Falaniel's heartfelt words, and said to Latan, who was frowning, "The giant spiders have been infected by the black virus, and their already aggressive and bloodthirsty nature has been greatly amplified. This is why I invited you here, to help me and them."

Latan clenched his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks were clearly highlighted, and the smell of death in the air made him furious.

The black virus is obviously a force from another world. Its spread in the forbidden forest is undoubtedly the work of the travelers. These innocent lives have suffered disasters because of the travelers...

That bastard, what does he think of life!

"Franil." Latan squeezed out the words through his teeth, "Take me in and have a look."

"I will follow your orders, General."

Falaniel stood up and walked quickly to the front of the Red Lion and the Valkyrie to lead the way. When he approached the cabins, he heard a tired and alert low voice in the darkness: "Who is it!"

"It's me, Falaniel." The tall centaur leader said loudly, "I bring our hope!"

Hearing this, a black-haired centaur emerged from the shadows. In the dim light of the fireflies, Latan saw that his body was covered with wounds, roughly covered with paste-like herbal ointment. His right arm was obviously broken and fixed to his chest with several vines. In his left hand, he held a spear with a stone tip tied to it.

"Bane," Falaniel said, "will you be keeping watch alone tonight?"

The centaur named Bain shook his head. His face was swollen beyond recognition. He was obviously poisoned, but his bad and stubborn temper could still be seen. He said: "Firenze's wound has worsened. I asked him to go back and rest."

Latan felt that Baine was looking at him through his swollen eyelids. Sure enough, his next words were: "Why did you bring back another human cub? They are too fragile, not even as strong as a pony. Falaniel, if you don't want to be blamed by the high priest, send them back to the castle immediately."

Despite Bane's harsh words, Latan could sense the kindness in his words.