Ghost Ship: Two Years

The Death Knights and Death Warriors continued their assault. The Centaurs' strongest charging force had been utterly crushed.

Even the mighty Centaur King had become a corpse.

Chaos and screams!

They spread throughout the Centaur Tribe Nation.

Blood stained the earth red, and the scent of blood swiftly drifted in every direction on the grassland wind, spreading an emotion known as "Fear" as well!

"—Run—"

"Prince Hakon, the King is dead!"

"Run! Hurry and run!"

Hearing the guards' cries beside him, a sturdy Centaur Demi-Human standing nearly two meters tall, with powerful limbs and a thick neck, stood frozen in place.

Among the Centaurs, powerful limbs represented exceptional running ability, while a thick neck was considered immensely attractive by female Centaurs.

But now—

This Centaur Demi-Human called Prince Hakon possessed none of a prince's bearing.

Clang!

The longsword embedded with a blue gemstone fell from his hand, striking the ground with a crisp sound.

"Father is dead?"

Prince Hakon's gaze went blank. Perhaps from fear, or perhaps because he could not accept the blow, his entire body went limp.

If not for the guards beside him firmly supporting his arms, he would likely have collapsed onto the ground.

The Centaurs revered strength and were severely lacking in etiquette.

Prince Hakon, on the other hand, placed considerable importance on it. During the years of war against the City State Alliance, they had captured many nobles and merchants.

Although he looked down on those inferior humans, he cared deeply about their etiquette and methods of governing a nation.

If the Centaurs wanted to become stronger, they needed to absorb such knowledge.

But now!

So-called etiquette and laws had become meaningless, and the wish to make the Centaur Tribe Nation more prosperous had completely turned into nothingness, like the moon's reflection in a