
The voice continued to speak, sounding slightly drunk, with a hint of drunken excitement.
Mike felt a little in disbelief.
This voice cannot be wrong. Although it didn't sound that old, it must have been Cordontimus.
This voice was definitely not something Mike could forget.
However, how could Cordontimus appear in the Centaur tribe?
Especially if he's drunk?
This was completely different from Mike's impression of Cordontimus!
.
Suddenly, Mike was a little surprised. He thought of the statue in the Centaur tribe.
At the same time, he thought about how Cordontimus was very clear about the Centaur and Sabrina tribes.
‘Could it be... Cordontimus is very close to the Centaur tribe?
‘And Cordontimus is the legendary Lord F*ck?!’
The more Mike thought about it, the greater the odds were.
At the same time, the image of the tall and large Cordontimus in his mind completely collapsed.
A mad drunk man, who even called himself Lord F* ck.
Feeling agitated and complicated, Mike jumps from Centaur and walks to the village.
Just a few steps into the village, Mike sees a large group of Centaurs gathered in the middle of the village.
Seeing this line, Mike was completely shocked.
Mike doesn't know exactly how many Centaurs there are, but there are at least hundreds.
There are actually so many Centaurs in this tribe?
As Mike was in a daze, Cordontimus's voice came from the Centaur's siege center.
“Continue drinking, keep drinking! Hahahaha!”
Mike's eyes twitched slightly as he walked towards the Centaurs.
He passed through one Centaur after another and walked straight to the center of the siege.
There was a bonfire burning in the midst of the siege, and a human holding an urn was dancing with the Centaur.
It seems like they are still competing in dance skills.
Seeing this scene, Mike was completely stunned.
Because the man in front of him was completely different from the Cordontimus Mike remembered.
He looked very young, about the same age as Mike. There was not a single wrinkle on his skin, and his hair was completely black. In fact, his body looked extremely strong, completely different from the old man in Mike's memory.
He subconsciously asked,
“Timus?”
At this moment, the man turned his head and looked at Mike.
“Hmm? A human? You know me?”
“…”
Mike didn't know what to say.
This whole thing is too magical.
He saw the younger version of Cordontimus, and this person did not seem to know him.
Mike even wondered if he had met another person named Cordontimus.
So Mike continued to ask hesitantly,
“I'm not sure if I mistakenly thought you were someone else. Is your full name Kordontimus?”
There was a slight shock in the man's eyes as he sized up Mike from head to toe.
After confirming that he had never met this stranger before, Cordontimus nodded and said,
“I'm Cordontimus, right. Who You? Why do you know me?”
Not just them. Almost all the Centaurs around him turned their heads.
Mike felt uncomfortable from being stared at. He took two steps forward, wanting to pull Cordontimus away and find an empty place to chat.
However, this act aroused the vigilance of Cordontimus.
He immediately pulled out a huge iron sword from his back and slashed at Mike.
“You brat, if you don't explain everything clearly, don't blame me for being rude!”
Mike could not react at all.
Because he never thought that the man who regarded strength as a protective force and not an aggressive force, actually started the attack.
However, even though Mike did not react, his body reacted.
He also took out the King Sword from his waist and then blocked the large iron sword in Cordontimus' hand.
A crisp clang sound rang out as the two swords collided.
All the Centaurs were nervous at this moment.
The mood was cheerful a moment ago. Why did Cordontimus suddenly start fighting with this strange man?
The most nervous are the three Centaurs who take Mike to the village.
They did not expect that the person they were carrying would actually fight with Cordordantimus.
They had never seen Cordontimus fight, even when he was angry.
It was all too sudden for them.
The moment the two swords collided, Cordontimus' pupils shriveled.
He immediately steadied himself on the ground. Then, he retreated a few meters and moved away from Mike.
Seeing that Mike was not chasing, Cordontimus rubbed his wrist and showed a smile filled with fighting spirit.
“Nak, you're a little interesting. Your defense really made my wrist feel a little numb.
“Come do it again!”
After saying that, Cordontimus' eyes focused. He raised his sword and rushed over.
In fact, Cordontimus has learned that Mike has no malicious intentions.
His previous sword attack was out of his defensive instinct, and he subconsciously attacked.
However, his attacks were now purely to contend with the strong.
That's right, Cordontimus now considers Mike a worthy opponent!
Mike was completely confused by this situation.
He just wanted to find a place to talk to Cordontimus alone.
He wanted to know why Cordontimus was here, he wanted to know why he was here, he wanted to know about Lord F*ck, he wanted to know many things.
However, he did not think that the person in front of him, who looked like and did not look like Cordontimus, would start a fight with him.
Although his brain was down, his body instinctively moved.
Cordontimus brandished a large iron sword that was slightly larger than the others and continued to slash at Mike.
The great sword did not seem to have any weight in the hands of Cordontimus. He brandished it very quickly, and Cordontimus did not seem to struggle.
However, even so, each of his attacks are perfectly blocked by Mike.
Not only was it blocked, but Mike did not even need to exert any effort.
Instead, after each attack was blocked, Cordontimus received a strong rebound.
Every time he received a rebound, Cordontimus felt an incredible pain in his arm and even a slight numbness.
After swinging a few times, Cordontimus retreated again and moved away from Mike.
He could clearly sense that if he continued to attack, he would soon be unable to take his weapon.
When Mike sees that Cordontimus has finally stopped attacking, he wants to take this opportunity to explain himself.
However, before he could speak, Cordontimus spoke in front of him.
“I want to be your student. Can I make you my teacher?”