Chapter 121: The Witch and The Land of The Centaurs (1)
Dorothea had extensive knowledge about magic beasts.
No, not just knowledge—she had directly encountered many magic beasts throughout her life.
After all, her teacher, the Witch of the East, had thrown her into remote mountain villages for errands almost every day.
But even Dorothea was frozen like a statue at the sight of a creature with a horse’s lower body and head, but not quite a horse… anyway, a bizarrely shaped being, dressed in splendid knight’s armor, babbling about civilization.
It felt like her brain was complaining to her eyes and ears, saying, “Hey, I think you two are malfunctioning, please check again.”
While Dorothea stood frozen, the battle between the civilized horse—tentative name—and the humans continued unabated.
The result was an overwhelming victory for the civilized horse.
The humans’ crude stone axes and spears couldn’t penetrate the shining armor and barding, and their flimsy leather clothes were helplessly cut by the well-forged steel sword.
The humans, realizing they had no chance of winning, tried to flee, but even that wasn’t easy.
The civilized horse’s light trot was much faster than the humans’ full sprint, and it was intentionally crippling the humans’ legs.
Dorothea frowned.
It’s toying with them.