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Suddenly, as soon as his voice fell, an invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air in the entire room.

Wilkes is definitely no joke.

This was originally his plan, and if the horse prophet could not honestly tell him the information of the fountain of good luck, then he could only passively use some special means.

But the horse prophet still looked like a candle in front of the wind, with cloudy eyes, quietly looking at Wilkes in front of him.

Then, it suddenly moved, and it was difficult to get up from the ground, seemingly only a small movement, but it was extremely slow, and finally, the horse prophet gasped in his chest and stood up completely.

“Let’s go…” it gasped twice before explaining, “The Fountain of Good Luck is not in the tribe, we need to cross a distance. ”

Then, out of nowhere, the horse prophet took out a dead wooden branch, used it as a crutch, and walked step by step to the door, muttering on the way: “All those who can pass the test can bathe in the spring of good luck…”

Finally, with a “crunch”, it pushed open the door and walked out of the house under Wilkes’ indifferent gaze.

Wilkes’ eyes narrowed, looking at the back of the horse prophet, a little surprised, did not expect the horse prophet to be so knowledgeable about current affairs, did not even say a word of resistance.

“From the fireworks…” Thinking, he turned his head to look again at the fireworks bonfire in the pile of houses, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered: “Is it really, seeing something…”

This has to make people think more.

However, after a few seconds, Wilkes collected his thoughts, stopped staying, casually cast a phantom spell, and walked out.

As for the horseman Bane, he simply ignored it, and after a while, it would naturally recover and forget everything about him.

As soon as he left the house, Wilkes saw the slow-moving horse prophet who had not gone far.

The horse prophet rarely leaves the horse tribe, so along the way, all the horse people were alarmed and came up to ask if something had happened.

“Let’s all disperse, I need to leave, perhaps…” In the face of the horses who were blocking, it just looked up at the starry sky and said melodiously:

“I’ll be back soon.”

Immediately, all the horsemen fell silent and got out of the way, watching the horse-man prophet, and Wilkes, who could not be seen behind him, gradually disappear into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest

From start to finish, Wilkes watched their reactions, locked up, but also ignored the inconsequential things.

Because the horse man is like this, he knows very well that even if he chooses to ask the horse prophet something, he will not get a straightforward answer.

In their eyes, they are not interested in anything but the moon and the stars, and they do not respond.

And the horse people believe very much in the prophetic instructions, perhaps this is why they did not continue to block the horse prophet.

The actions of the horse prophets should be the guidance of prophecy, which is the voice of all horse people.

………

In the Forbidden Forest, Wilkes silently followed, behind the slow-moving horse prophet, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he realized that he seemed to have been a little, far away from the Forbidden Forest.

It seems that the location of the Good Luck Spring is indeed very secretive, almost out of the scope of the Forbidden Forest.

“No wonder the location of the fountain of good luck can only be found by the horse prophet.” Wilkes said darkly.

He looked around, the fog was thick, the weather at the edge of the Forbidden Forest was very hazy, not to mention the direction, even things a few meters away, he could see very vaguely, let alone find the location of the spring of good luck.

At this time, a deserted ruin suddenly appeared in front of Wilkes, becoming clearer as it gradually approached.

Looking at the scene in front of him, his first reaction in his heart was desolation, and he did not expect that there would be buildings in this forbidden forest.

Although it is dilapidated.

“Visitor, what you want, is right there…” said the centaur prophet as he saw the ruined building in front of him, stopped sideways, and looked at Wilkes behind him.

Wilkes frowned as he looked at the ruins in front of him, obviously having doubts about the words of the horse prophet.

“I don’t know what wonderful place is about this ruin, how can it be the location of the spring of good luck?” He bluntly voiced his doubts.

Don’t say what kind of spring water is here, you can’t even see a water beach, can it be that the horse prophet is playing him?

Wilkes wondered.

But immediately, he dispelled this idea, in the face of the price of the entire horse tribe, the horse prophet should not dare to deceive him.

“Everything…” the horse prophet looked at Wilkes, his cloudy eyes, an inexplicable light flashed, and muttered: “It’s all there, everything you seek, get, you deserve, you don’t get, it’s your destiny…”

After that, the horse prophet did not explain more, but strangely, began to walk the way he came, and returned step by step, without the slightest explanation.

Wilkes frowned, looking at the departing Centaur Prophet, surprisingly unstoppable.

Horse people are such a creature that is difficult to understand and even helpless, always likes to say something that is not and goes around the corner.

And too many inquiries are only futile.

“It seems that the spring of good luck…” He turned his head to stare at this ruined building in the fog, in fact, he also guessed something, and exhaled deeply:

“Is there really any natural protection…”

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