Chapter 1 .，！

That's right, Fang Senyan chose Yorkshire as his teleportation destination instead of the Forbidden Forest, because he was someone who could maximize his advantages. Fang Senyan's ability to thrive right now owes much to his resilience, but that talent is useless against all kinds of magic and witchcraft.

Therefore, even though the hides of white/brown centaurs are the most expensive, they can be said to be formidable warrior-mages, and often become friends with powerful wizards. Not to mention their mastery of divination and astrology, which is extremely troublesome. If they used some kind of Grand Prophecy or Starfall spell during a battle, Fang Senyan would be completely helpless. Therefore, without a doubt, Fang Senyan placed profit last, directly choosing black/gray centaurs as his target. Most of the time, Fang Senyan considered safety and stability the most.

After arriving in Yorkshire, Fang Senyan, led by the house-elf, braced himself and arrived near the centaur activity area marked on the information. He easily hunted a few small animals, then made a fire to roast and eat them, having a good meal. At the same time, he was hoping to lure the centaurs out, but it ended in disappointment.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan had excellent patience. After thinking for a while, he had the house-elf lead the way, following the mountain towards the mountain depression. As an animal, centaurs would inevitably need to drink water. As long as he followed the depression between the mountains, it would be easy to find water sources. Sure enough, Fang Senyan found clear hoof prints beside a small lake in the mountain depression. However, these hoof prints were linked together, indicating a large group had passed through. Fang Senyan estimated that he might have a chance of winning against a black/gray centaur one-on-one, but he would definitely lose against two or more – and what was even more terrifying was that the centaurs' speed was several times his own, so he couldn't even escape!

However, since he had decided to hunt centaurs, Fang Senyan had made some preparations beforehand. Since centaurs are social creatures with human habits, then it was simple, just use the same methods to deal with them as you would with humans. Under what circumstances would a person leave the group to go out alone? Of course, based on usual habits and interests – interests that they were unwilling to share with others. In connection with the information provided, Fang Senyan undoubtedly regarded "purple clover" and "roasted meat" as breakthroughs.

Clover, as a kind of pasture, is widely available. Horses, cows, pigs, geese, and other poultry are quite fond of it. Most of the wild purple clover on the nearby mountains should have been eaten by the centaurs, but it was not difficult to find some from other places. For example, behind the house of the family where Fang Senyan borrowed the fireplace, there was a large field of purple clover. Fang Senyan used the house-elf to find a large bundle of clover without much effort, sprayed some pesticides on it, and then scattered it around the water source. Then, he and the house-elf deliberately created a campsite of two to three people, lit a campfire and extinguished it with water, and also set up a few crude traps. Then he left the mountainous area and found a safe place to sleep soundly again.

Fang Senyan's performance in doing these things was completely natural. He knew that he was not professional in doing these things. For centaurs who had lived in the jungle for a long time, it was just a trick that would inevitably be seen through. But this was exactly the purpose he wanted to achieve.

For these centaurs who dominate the mountains and forests, what would be their reaction if they found that hunters had invaded and were using such crude methods to try to plot against them? Even if they were not furious, they would definitely be very angry, and they must let these idiots know how powerful they were. And Fang Senyan had walked back and forth on this mountain at least two or three times before, and the traces left behind happened to form those troublesome clues for these centaurs.

According to the habits of animals, they usually go to drink water in the morning and evening. Centaurs are also social creatures, so they mostly follow this principle. Therefore, they are most likely to find the poisonous pasture thrown by Fang Senyan when they go to drink water in the morning, and then get angry and look around everywhere.

According to Fang Senyan's expectations and the information he had, this irritable search should last about three hours. After that, the patience of many centaurs would be exhausted, and they would return to their nests to rest, drink water, and eat. However, there were still a few more patient centaurs who would continue to gallop and search for about half an hour before returning to their nests. This is the same principle as when you poke a hornet's nest, even if you go back after half a day, there are still some hornets hovering outside.

Fang Senyan's target – was to fall on these few more patient centaurs!

The morning air was very fresh, and some beetles were circling and flying among the branches and leaves. Even the birds seemed to be still in a state of fatigue and unwilling to sing. Fang Senyan was covered in branches, and he looked quite well disguised. At this time, after a good rest, he was full of energy and quietly touched the centaur's activity area. He was also very careful in his actions, always walking forward under the cover of trees, and always observing the surrounding movements.

Not long after entering the mountain, Fang Senyan discovered the clear hoof prints of the centaur on the wet ground, and knew that his plan had indeed succeeded, and joy naturally surged in his heart. The terrain here was not steep, but mainly consisted of hills and valleys hundreds of meters high, with dense vegetation. The types of trees were mostly beech, mottled-leaf andromeda, acacia, rubber trees, etc., and there were even more types of shrubs and flowers, such as hydrangea vines, inula, abutilon, snowdrop flowers, and bauhinia.

Because there were frequent reports of black/gray centaurs appearing and hurting people here, human activity was scarce, so the field of vision was not wide when walking. If Fang Senyan were not a Contractor, then he believed that it would be quite difficult. If it were not for the assistance of the house-elf beside him, his actions would not be so fast and convenient.

However, that bitch Infinitesimus also had a prior agreement that this house-elf named "Laji" was originally supposed to serve him, and could only be lent to Fang Senyan for three hours at most. After that, an extra hour would cost an additional 1 pound usage fee! But in this unfamiliar environment, it really felt like it would be difficult to move without this house-elf!

While thinking, Fang Senyan suddenly felt a chill on his left shoulder, as if a ball of ice was tightly attached to it! This feeling was by no means unfamiliar to Fang Senyan, it was his perception starting to warn him in advance! He immediately lowered his shoulder and exerted force with his feet to jump to the side, but he had already seen in the jungle, among the branches and leaves, a black shadow flying like a bloodthirsty snake, shattering the leaves and flowers that it touched, and the tip of that shadow was even more shrill and sharp, directly biting towards his body!

Black Centaur

Spear Throw!

Although Fang Senyan's agility was not high, he had at least raised his advanced basic ability of grappling combat to lv2, plus he had perception that had increased the pre-warning by at least 0.5 seconds! So Fang Senyan managed to avoid this attack in time. He rolled on the spot and got up again, his head and clothes were covered with soil and debris from branches and leaves, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

But Fang Senyan didn't even have time to catch his breath. The leaves in the jungle flew wildly and shattered into powder, and another extremely strange wooden spear was shooting towards him. Fang Senyan even smelled an indescribable fishy smell on the tip of the spear! He had now recognized that the wooden spear was extremely stable and accurate when it was fired. The reason why it gave people a distorted and gliding feeling was that, for some reason, the temperature of the spear shaft was raised to a considerable degree when it was thrown, so that the air produced a twisting and refracting phenomenon! This could no longer be described by hands, but was in the category of black magic.

Facing the second extremely ferocious spear thrust, Fang Senyan had no time to dodge at all. But he had already prepared himself when he was attacked the first time. When he leaped out into the air, he slapped his palm on the surface of his shoe. At this time, he had stabbed five short steel thorns on the surface of his shoe, standing in a staggered manner, and the tips were very sharp, which could enhance the lethality of kicking people. And once he was attacked in a hurry, then slapping his palm on it would simultaneously receive five points of minimum damage, but it could activate the passive effect of the accessory: Obsidian Fossil Anchor to the maximum, ensuring that Fang Senyan could face the enemy in his strongest state!

The spear roared and stabbed directly into his chest, but Fang Senyan already had a dark, heavy one-handed axe in his hands, which he used to block in front of him! If Fang Senyan didn't have time to block when the first spear was stabbed, but he still hadn't been able to enter a defensive state when the second spear was shot, then he should have died in the space long ago!

The wooden spear shot quickly on the black axe surface, and seven or eight sparks actually splashed out. Black and thick venom also spewed out, splashing on Fang Senyan's exposed skin. Not only was there an indescribable stench, but it also felt like a burning sensation. And the wooden spear contained a huge amount of power. Fang Senyan's 13 points of strength were completely unable to unload it. The wooden spear drove straight in, hitting Fang Senyan's chest heavily against the axe surface.

Fang Senyan was originally half-kneeling on the ground, and after bearing such a heavy blow for nothing, he also felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and blood was flowing from his tiger's mouth in both hands. He only felt a sharp pain in his chest as if all the air had been squeezed out. Obviously, the enemy's strength was above Fang Senyan's. Fortunately, there was no third spear shot over at this time, otherwise, he would inevitably suffer heavy damage.

In the forest ahead, there was a rustling sound of weeds and shrubs, and a huge black centaur jumped out diagonally. The lower half of this centaur was the shape of a strong and sturdy horse body, but a burly human body grew in the position of the horse's head. Long black mane grew on its spine, extending down along the vertebrae, fluttering like flames in the morning breeze. Its body surface was hung with many ornaments carved and connected with wood and rattan. The most striking thing was that three human dead white skulls were hung around its waist.