Although Centaur are human, they prefer to classify themselves as "beasts".
It's not that I don't want to be human, but that I don't want to share the identity of "human" with creatures like shrews and vampires.
Their lifestyle is very secluded; they can hide very well even when living in the forests of Muggle.
Besides this amazing ability, they are also quite skilled in astrology.
The above is the description given by Mr. Newt Scamander Mr. Scamander, Rolf's grandfather, in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Surrounded by a large group of Centaur, Vincent felt that the lack of further details was probably related to their bad temper.
To put it nicely, it's being straightforward.
To put it bluntly, it's stubbornness.
Fortunately, they don't intentionally harm young people, which is very much in line with human nature.
Bane took an arrow with a red feather at the tip from his quiver and pointed it horizontally at the sky.
With a "whoosh," the arrow left a striking red mark where it flew.
This is not an ordinary powder, but a special herbal mixture.
It can color the air, and the color won't dissipate for a long time.
Vincent recalled that in Nicolas Flamel's manuscripts, there was a plant that had very similar characteristics.
The red berries, which look very much like tumors, can not only improve the efficiency of gold ore refining, but also permanently add color to alchemical tools.
He looked down at his Gunblade, Winky silver even in Big White. "Mr. Bane, may I make two requests?"
Bane gently pulled the bowstring. "You have to promise me one thing even if you lose."
"Can."
Just then, a deafening sound of hooves came from afar.
Vincent and Hagrid looked over and found another, even more spectacular group of Centaur.
Their fur is light in color, some even being the silvery-white of Unicorn.
The one in the lead was extremely tall, almost half the size of Hagrid.
"Bane, what is it that requires me to be summoned?"
Bane held his bow to his chest and bowed to the tall Centaur. "Chief Magorian, I have received a challenge from this little pony."
Vincent wanted to say it was a bet, but Hagrid gestured with his eyes for him not to say it.
Fine, you stubborn fool.
Magorian's gaze fixed on his face. "You're the little pony who saved Silvio?"
"If you're talking about that Unicorn, yes."
He approached Vincent and said, "Silvio's blessing still remains with you, and it will always protect you from real danger."
Unicorn are very pure Magical Creatures.
Drinking its blood will incur a terrible curse, while those who have helped it will be granted a blessing.
Hagrid shook his big head. "So that's how it is. No wonder Silvio wanted to thank you in person!"
Vincent wanted to ask about the blessing in detail, but Magorian turned to look at Bane instead.
"As I witnessed, this competition was in accordance with our tribe's tradition!"
The two groups of Centaur on either side raised their bows and arrows and roared out a phrase that was difficult to understand.
Hagrid explained to him, "Every Centaur Tribe has different traditions. Some only require witnesses, while others require the witness of the chief."
Tradition must be respected.
About two or three minutes later, a Centaur came to Bane carrying a dish of brightly colored paint.
Magorian dipped her fingertips in paint and smeared it evenly on his face.
"This is a mixed herbal medicine with benzoin and agrimony as its main ingredients. It can help people concentrate and also bring a certain degree of good luck."
After listening to Hagrid's explanation, Vincent couldn't help but regret not bringing any enhancement potions with him.
Recently, Black Swan have been too well-behaved, causing him to lower his guard.
"Victory will always be with you!" Magorian finished the last stroke and drew an arrow from her quiver.
Bane accepted it solemnly, and even though the paint obscured his face, his devotion was still visible.
"This is a ritual that signifies his recognition by the entire tribe; he is the Champion among Champion," Hagrid said, then stepped back.
Magorian raised her paint-smeared right hand, and the Centaur all stepped back.
Bane chose a spot where there were no trees to block his view and stood there.
Several Centaur trotted forward and set up a target slightly smaller than Hagrid's fist.
The distance is approximately one hundred feet, and the visibility is good.
If it were Browning, Vincent might not have been so confident.
But he used extremely powerful bullets with almost no recoil, and also used Orichalcum Bullet that reduced air friction.
Compared to Bane, who applied the medication, their chances of winning are quite high.
Magorian stood in front of the two. "Three chances. The one closest to the middle wins!"
Vincent disassembled the magazine, watching intently. "What if we all hit the middle?"
"Then let's increase the distance!" Bane drew one of his arrows.
He closed his left eye, drew back the bowstring, and stared intently at the target with his right eye.
"Okay." Vincent loaded the magazine and raised the gun with his right hand.
Magorian walked around the two of them once and stopped behind them.
"Focus on your goal, and begin!"
Bane immediately took action, and the arrow flew straight toward the bullseye.
He quickly nocked another arrow, Vincent pulled the trigger at that moment.
The first arrow had already hit the bullseye, but the Orichalcum Bullet passed right through its tail.
Bane's right pupil contracted instantly, and he steadied his hands before releasing the bowstring.
"Great, Vincent!" Hagrid swung his big fists.
Magorian looked away from Bane.
He knew the power of Muggle guns, but this strange weapon, which he had never seen before, seemed more like a wizard's Alchemy creation.
An arrow is not affected by wind resistance because its tip is sharp.
If you have enough strength, getting through a strong wind is not a problem.
But Vincent's Gunblade is not only highly accurate, the Magical Circuit on his Orichalcum Bullet also allow him to ignore wind resistance.
If you can clearly see the target, you can hit it successfully.
Bane's second arrow pierced the small hole left by the Orichalcum Bullet and embedded itself in a huge tree trunk.
It was positioned slightly lower than the bullet.
It's not a matter of angle, but rather the arrow being affected by gravity.
This time, he did not nock an arrow again, but instead focused his attention on the bullet.
Vincent's second Orichalcum Bullet also passed through the small hole and hit the tail of the first one.
Straight line, no deviation.
With a solemn expression, Bane nocked Magorian's arrow and pulled the bowstring taut with exaggerated force.
His face, covered by paint, twitched slightly, revealing just how much force was being used.
Vincent pulled the trigger without waiting for the arrow to be released.
Bane only let go after hearing the gunshot.
The Orichalcum Bullet and arrows were almost side by side.
But they soon collided.
Magorian looked at the target in the distance, which had been mostly destroyed by the bomb.
His excellent eyesight allowed him to see an arrow on the huge tree trunk, as well as a bullet hole that pierced through it.
The arrow struck the first two bullets, but the third one struck it instead.