Chapter 161

"Young wizard with the truth, welcome to our tribe."

In the largest shack of the horseman tribe, an old horseman was half kneeling on four legs and half staring at him.

"Truth?"

Maka didn't know whether he meant the volume of truth or that he touched the rules, but no matter which one, he didn't take the initiative to mention the reason.

"Duvros, what are you looking for me for?" he didn't have time to circle. Since the other party found himself, it obviously had a very direct purpose.

"I didn't come to you, but the guidance of fate." the old horse man looked vaguely and said, "hundreds of years ago, fate guided the horse man to this forest; now, fate also guided you here... When Venus burst into light, the sin in the horse man's blood should be washed by truth."

"Young wizard, are you willing to wash the evil curse precipitated in the blood of the horse people?"

Maka was confused. He couldn't help but say, "Venus refers to Venus. I know... But what is the evil curse in the horse's blood? What does it have to do with me?"

Horse people's words have always been confusing. They always follow the so-called "fate" and talk without beginning or end.

"The ancestors of the horse people made mistakes..." the old horse man lowered his eyes with a trace of sadness in his tone. "The horse people have been cursed from the beginning. Sin always makes us restless. No matter how the horse people avoid disputes, they can't keep the disaster away."

"Made a mistake?" said Maka. "Your ancestors?"

"When the ancestors were in danger of a strong enemy, the 'real evil' bewitched the ancestors, and bad luck enveloped the whole horse people... The ancestors defeated the strong enemy, but lost in their own hands..." when the old horse man said this, he suddenly widened his eyes, and his muddy eyes flashed, "Now, 'true evil' reappears in the world again. Only the spokesman of truth can bury it again!"

The old horse man's voice grew louder and louder. In the end, it was like a roar, which made people shudder.

"What is' real sin '?" Maka frowned. He seemed to feel something from the old horse man's words, but he couldn't grasp the point.

But the old horse man shook his head slightly. His spirit seemed to be more depressed than at the beginning.

"When the evil of nothingness turns into reality, 'chaos' will return to the world..." he said in a low voice, "when' chaos' opens' disaster ', materials will be eroded, rules will be rearranged, and fate will fall apart..."

Every time he said a word, the old horse man became weaker and weaker, and his voice became smaller and smaller. In the end, it was almost inaudible.

Maka had to get closer and try to hear these specious words clearly.

However, to Maka's surprise, the old horse man actually closed his eyes and didn't say anything anymore.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Maka quickly reached out and patted the old horse man on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, the old horse man opened his eyes and looked at him calmly.

"You're not dead!"

"Death is never the end..." he said with difficulty, "the wizard who holds the truth, please bury the sin again! The horse people will be saved and the wizard will return to peace..."

"So, what is' real sin '?" Maka asked the previous question again. Then he thought and added, "what should I do?"

Although the old horse man talked a lot of sensational words, he didn't say anything clearly.

But the old horse man just looked at him quietly and said after a long time: "Roy namila, the most reliable ally of the horse man, is guiding you, and fate will tell you the answer... The horse man just wants to know if you are willing to wash the curse of sin for the horse man when you are faced with a choice?"

What do you do when a stranger neither benefits you nor wants you to help? Maka feels that she is facing this damn choice now.

The old horse people mentioned the name of loina, which is still an unknown ancient name. Obviously, loina Ravenclaw must have been connected with these horse people's ancestors, but it seems difficult to ask what kind of connection it is.

These horse people seem to have never had the word "speak well" in their dictionary.

"Well... If it doesn't affect me, I don't think I'd mind giving you a hand," Marca shrugged.

"You will be appreciated by the horse people for generations..." the old horse man closed his eyes slightly and said weakly.

What he said just now seems to be an act similar to prophecy. It can be seen that it consumed him a lot of physical strength. Now he looks a little bad.

But he still struggled to stand up, blocked the hand extended by the horse warrior who had been guarding him, and took a long scabbard sword from the wall of the shed.

The long sword was four fingers wide and looked heavy. The old horse man almost fell with the weight of the sword, but he tried to drag it to Maka's side.

"Young wizard, please follow me."

He took Maka and walked slowly to the cave behind the hut, but none of the other horsemen followed.

It seems that the cave should not allow horse people other than duvros to enter.

As soon as she entered the cave, Maka found one thing - the entrance of the cave did not seem to be formed naturally. Because the space of the head here is amazing. Under the influence of darkness, you can't see the edge at all.

Not long after walking in that huge dark cave, it was completely dark around. Maka had to take out her wand and get some light out.

When the light shone on the tip of the staff, he found that the surrounding ground was full of horse man bones. He could not help guessing that this might be the cemetery of the horse tribe.

At this moment, he felt as if he were walking in an endless wilderness. There were no stone walls around him except the ground under his feet. This scene makes people feel like the whole mountain has been hollowed out.

After walking on for more than ten minutes, Maka saw something gray in front of her.

"Fluorescent flicker... Maximize!"

As Maka whispered the curse, the light on the tip of the staff suddenly brightened, and then he threw it forward.

According to the preset track, the light mass flew in front, and an extremely huge thing immediately reflected in Maka's eyes.

"Is this... The skeleton of an ancient dragon?"

The light mass passed in a parabola in mid air, but it could only illuminate half of the behemoth, and the other half was still hidden in the endless darkness, which made people sigh the horror of the ancient giant beast.

Marca stepped forward quickly, tapped with her wand, and then shook her head.

"The magic in the bones has dissipated and has completely lost its magical nature..."

Even so, however, the bone is still as hard as steel. Under the strike of the magic wand, there was a crisp "clang" sound.

"Young wizard, please come this way..." the old horse man urged softly.

Lost magical materials are of little use to wizards, but Maka decided to move it out as an ornament if she had a chance in the future.

In his dictionary, there is never the word "waste".

Further into the depths, nearly half an hour later, Maka finally saw a strange stone building.

It is a round stone array made of many polished stones. In the middle of the stone array, a smooth stone tablet stands quietly, which seems to be engraved with some characters.

Because standing a little far away and the darkness of the surrounding space, I can't see what is engraved on it for the time being.

At this time, without saying a word, the old horse man did his best to raise the big sword in his hand and insert it into the groove of a stone. Suddenly, something seemed to be activated, and the stone array gradually emitted wisps of blue fluorescence.

With a slight vibration, the inscriptions on the central stone tablet lit up, and blue symbols flew out automatically, rotating around the stone tablet and gradually rising to the sky over the stone tablet.

"Another kind of regular magic script?" Marca looked intently, but could not tell what kind of magic script it was. At least he had never seen it until now.

Before long, those magic words kept flying and floating. Among them, an unstable mysterious symbol appeared out of thin air!

This time, Maka recognized that it was a real regular rune, which also existed in the volume of truth. It's just a pity that most of the rule runes in the volume of truth are too obscure. He hasn't interpreted the meaning represented by this Rune so far.

"This is a treasure handed down by the horse people through the ages. It represents fate and change..." the old horse man suddenly said, "remember this rune, and fate will guide you to make the final choice."

"Fate and change?" Marca frowned. "How can this be interpreted?"

Some things are so profound that even if you know the answer, you may not be able to understand its principle. Now Maka is like this. After thinking about it, he had to keep the old horse man's words in mind for the time being, and then think about it slowly in the future.

When Maka came out of the cave again, he found that it was late, and he didn't know whether he could catch up with the start of the Halloween party.

As for the old horse man, he only said that his time was coming and did not come out with Maka.

The new Davros was a strong horse man. He sent Maka out of the horse man tribe, and then turned back.

"Young wizard, you will be one of the few wizard friends of the horse people. When you are confused, the horse people will be happy to answer your fate..." before leaving, the new Davros solemnly promised.