Chapter 406 Hunting Bird Dragon, Camping at Starry Night, Anubis (Thanks to the Alliance Leader [Quasar]!)
foot of the mountain.
A fully equipped mercenary team looked at the blood-stained hiking trail with a blank expression.
"Captain, didn't you say that there are bone-eating birds everywhere on this mountain? Why don't you see any of them?" the leather-armored female archer said strangely.
The dwarf with a thick beard carried a war hammer that was bigger than him on his shoulders. His eyes looked a little confused and he said in a dull voice:
"I don't know, keep climbing..."
The closer they climbed to the top of the mountain, the stranger this group of mercenaries became. There was no sign of any enemies along the way!
Abnormalities must be accompanied by monsters. The dwarf leader frowned, and the expressions of the mercenaries also looked extremely solemn.
At dusk, the blood-red afterglow intensified the tense atmosphere in the mercenary group.
A mage couldn't help but said: "Even if someone takes the lead in fighting the Bone-Eating Bird, they should leave traces!"
"There is a possibility..." the dwarf leader said hoarsely, "The group of people who arrived before us were all killed in one blow when they encountered the bone-eating bird!"
The entire mercenary group suddenly fell into silence, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
The Bone-Eating Bird is a king-level monster, and it has the habit of living in groups. If you want to kill the birds in one blow without disturbing the flock, how powerful must it be?
The female archer's expression was a little stiff: "Maybe it's a wizard with cruel spells, so he has such a terrible method... Captain, why don't we give up this commission?"
The dwarf leader hesitated for a moment... The reason why his mercenary group took on such a dangerous mission as 'Lake Falis' was because everyone had a reason to make money as soon as possible.
"Retreat now. It's a waste of time. We can't afford the losses." The dwarf leader said concisely, "Mountain climbing!"
Mountain top.
"唳——!!"
A shrill, angry cry tore through the sky.
Yeats lowered his head and saw that it was a Slit-throated Dragon Bird that rushed out from the ground.
The Slitthroat is huge, covered with dark gray scales. It has wings but cannot fly. It is an ancient creature that survived from the old era. It mainly relies on its strong lower limbs to gallop and is known for its speed.
It is worth mentioning that this dragon bird and the bone-eating bird are from the same lineage, and there is no reproductive isolation. Both sides can breed more offensive and terrifying birds and beasts!
The head of the Slitthroat was ferocious, its slender neck was covered with sharp bone spurs, and the edges of its long beak were serrated. It dug out from the underground nest and roared at Yeats under the sky!
Yeats's eyes narrowed... It seems that this Slitthroat is the leader of these bone-eating birds!
The emperor-level split-throat dragon bird, when made into a roasted bird, is indeed better than the bone-eating bird with only a few ounces of meat in its body!
“I’ll give you extra food tonight!”
boom! !
Yeats fell to the ground like a falling meteor, and the ground he stepped on suddenly collapsed, creating a billowing heat wave!
The Slitthroat Dragon Bird's pupils were slightly dilated, and it fell into a human hesitation, but its instinct as a monster made it attack resolutely!
Boom, boom, boom!
The Splitthroat Dragon Bird was so fast that it was almost impossible to see its figure clearly, and its eyes could barely catch an afterimage!
Suddenly, the Slitthroat Dragon Bird burst into action. The long tail covered with bone spurs condensed with metallic luster, and was extremely hard. It swung it with great force, and the wind pressure was strong!
Sa——
Yeats slightly bent his knees, and at the moment when the Slit-throated Dragon Bird was waving its long tail in an attack, he made a tiger leap backwards, perfectly avoiding the powerful and heavy swing of its tail!
The same moment he landed.
Yeats stepped up with his feet, and with a loud bang, he jumped up to a height of three feet. He held the purple sword ready to go with both hands, and with a sharp look in his eyes, he slashed the giant blade towards the Split Throat Dragon Bird!
Combat Technique: Fierce Lion Slash!
The pupils of the Slitthroat Dragon Bird shrank, and its eyes were filled with horror. Faced with this blow from the sky, it tried to escape, but the majestic will pressed on it like a mountain, making its feet tremble!
Yeats leaped high, his sword like a roaring lion charging out.
boom!
The golden lion waved its sharp claws and tore the Slitthroat Dragon Bird's head, which was as solid as a diamond, completely torn apart! !
Boom!
With the crash of the Slitthroat Dragon Bird, it fell to the ground.
Yeats fell to the ground and exhaled softly.
Immediately, Yeats released the giant blade in his hand, and the purple-red light fell on the ground, returning to the appearance of Behemoth.
Yeats greeted:
"Master Bei, clean up~"
Behemoth shook his short tail and responded happily: "Ouch!"
I think the brain flower is quite delicious!
"Look out, Yeats——"
Gray's intuition was one step ahead of Yeats's.
"There is a Slitthroat under the ground!"
Yeats raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw a black shadow quickly rushing out of the underground lair, trying to escape!
Good guy, they are still a couple!
Yeats was about to take action.
With a sudden thought, I realized that a strange human being was approaching this hill!
"Captain, commander, found it!"
A female archer emerged from the bushes not far from the Slitthroat. She happened to see the Slitthroat charging straight towards her, and her face turned ashen!
Compared with Yeats, this human being is definitely an easier breakthrough! The Slitthroat Dragon Bird roared, rumbled on the ground, opened its huge mouth, and the bone spurs on its neck suddenly shot out, like steel knives, and rushed towards the female archer quickly!
Just when Yeats was about to take action, he was surprised to find that the speed of the Slitthroat had slowed down!
It was not only the Slitthroat Dragon Bird that slowed down, but also everyone present. Everyone seemed to have been cast a magic delaying action.
Even my own movements have become more laborious!
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Yeats's mind, and he realized the source of this vision: Gray's time spell, the Silver Dragon Time Slot!
Time and space magic is the most mysterious magic on the entire continent. It is more profound and obscure than arcane magic and rune magic!
In this time and space that seemed to have slowed down, only Gray was unaffected. He leaped forward, picked up the hammer, and hit the Slitthroat on the head——
boom! !
The flow of time returns to normal again.
The Splitthroat Dragon Bird seemed to have been hit in the front by a siege war hammer. Its entire body flew out, slid several meters in the air, and fell heavily to the ground with dust flying!
The forest fell into dead silence.
The members of the mercenary group arrived late, and happened to witness the scene of the Slitthroat Dragon Bird being smashed away with a hammer. They were dumbfounded, as if someone had pinched their necks, and they were speechless for a long time!
Looking at the dragon bird's head again, it has been completely sunken.
Gray hit the head with a powerful hammer, directly knocking out the Slitthroat Dragon Bird!
Yeats couldn't help but hissed.
Gray, great arm strength!
The leather-armored female archer was so frightened that she fell to the ground with a plop, her legs were weak and her face was pale.
The other mercenaries looked at Yeats and his group back and forth as if they had seen a ghost. In the silence, the sound of rolling throats could be clearly heard.
The mountain of bone-eating birds, as well as the two split-throated dragon birds that fell to the ground... were all solved by the three people in front of them? !
The dwarf leader's mind went blank, his knees softened, he knelt on the ground with a 'dong' sound, and said hoarsely:
"This... sir, we just broke in by chance and have no intention of coveting your loot!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The leader of the dwarves has profound experience and knows that there are many ruthless people among high-level extraordinary people. He kowtowed and begged for mercy, and said in a trembling voice:
"Please, sir, be noble and let us go down the mountain!"
Yeats glanced at the silent mercenary group and said strangely:
"Don't you know me?"
Is this gentleman very famous? The dwarf leader was at a loss when he saw the female archer in the mercenary group pointing at the family crest on the man. Her tone was full of fear, surprise and joy, and she stammered:
"You, you are... Yeats of the Brondi family, the Duke of Honeysuckle!"
Suddenly, a lot of thoughts flashed through the head of the dwarf leader. Like a drowning man emerging from the water, he took a few deep breaths... Fortunately, he met the artistic god!
It’s really a blessing from the goddess of luck that we didn’t encounter a vicious wizard!
In front of outsiders, Yeats was unwilling to let Behemoth show up to avoid leaking the details. He had already put it into the pet space and calmly asked everyone about its origins.
The dwarf claimed to be the leader of the "Stone Shield Mercenary Group". This time, he accepted a commission to hunt strange birds, but he did not expect Yeats and others to take the lead.
"But...fortunately I met you..." The dwarf leader looked at the two tragically dead Slitthroat Birds. He felt terrible in his heart and felt deeply afraid. "We didn't get the information about the Slitthroat Birds in advance. If it weren't for you, Help, the entire mercenary group will not escape disaster!”
Everyone in the mercenary group nodded in unison with praise and gratitude. The female archer looked at Yeats with eyes full of admiration.
Yeats was accustomed to it and ignored it calmly... Most of these mercenaries were high-level people who had just stepped into the fourth ring. They were already considered elite troops, but Falis Lake was considered a hellish difficulty for them.
"Intelligence is life, and you should think twice before executing a commission." Yeats reminded.
The eyes of the dwarf leader became more and more moved, and he repeatedly claimed that he was right and said respectfully:
"Thank you for your life-saving grace, Your Majesty the Duke... When we return, we will definitely praise your deeds to the entire Adventurer's Guild!"
"Praise to the Duke!"
The female archer looked at the mercenaries around her, bit her lip, and suddenly plucked up the courage to approach Yeats, raised her watery eyes, and said: "If you don't mind... I am willing to be your maid. Repay your kindness! ”
Being able to climb the Duke's high branches is a dream for countless adventurers from humble backgrounds.
This is almost the same as self-recommending a pillow. It is very brave to be able to say these words in front of Xilu De's murderous intention. However, Yeats's smile was alienated and he ignored her directly. He looked at the dwarf leader and said: < br>
"It's getting late, everyone should leave the mountains as soon as possible."
"Yes! Your Majesty the Duke!" The dwarf leader knelt down on one knee and performed a knight's salute.
"Thank you, you have to ask them for a thank you gift!" Mammon shouted in the ring.
"They are all adventurers in a difficult situation." Yeats replied. Mammon sneered and said: "You are still too kind, Yeats... just take it back to the territory without giving a gift in return, and let them repay your kindness by working!"
Yeats held his forehead and sighed.
To repay the kindness... Do you want to eat Cantonese food too?
Mammon, you are worthy of being the god of capitalists!
The God of Greed's thoughts cannot be changed by just a few words. Yeats shook his head and waved the mercenary group to leave quickly.
Before leaving, the dwarf leader seemed to have thought of something and said respectfully:
"Lord Yeats, I have heard that you defeated the strong man of our clan, Baruch of the Iron Beard Tribe, in a duel!"
Baruch is a legendary figure in the dwarf tribe. He lost to the human in front of him, which further showed how unpredictable the opponent was.
The dwarf leader really didn’t expect to encounter Duke Honeysuckle here, so his rude tone became more gentle and he said slowly:
"If I remember correctly, there is also a master from the Southern Continent named 'Nephthys Kamala' who advanced to the top eight..."
Yeats raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously: "Do you have information about Nephthys Kamala?"
The dwarf leader quickly said: "How can that be an area that I can peek into? I just stayed in the Southern Continent for a while, and that Nephthys is also a celebrity in the Southern Continent, so I have heard rumors about her! ”
"There is a group of followers of the Storm Sect who claim that Nephthys was chosen by God Anubis! The reason why she came to the Western Continent is to display the holy miracle!"
The leader of the dwarfs observed Yeats' expression and confirmed that he was listening before continuing:
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"You may not be familiar with God Anubis. He is a god who controls the law of death in the southern continent. He is a subordinate god of the goddess of death. His status is probably similar to...the goddess of hunting under the command of the moon god!"
"He is well-known in the deserts of the Southern Continent. He is mainly in charge of the undead, funerals, mummies and burials... His status in the Southern Continent is extremely high!"
"But... you are the chosen one by the Moon God. I believe you can defeat Nephthys!" the dwarf leader said cautiously.
He said these words to satisfy the Duke by passing on information... Observing the Duke's face, the dwarf leader secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had made the right bet, and this information would also be helpful to him!
"I took note of it." Yeats nodded, expressing his recognition of the leader.
The leader of the dwarf group was overjoyed, expressed his gratitude to Yeats again, and immediately left with the mercenaries.
The sun is gradually setting.
Yeats rubbed his chin and murmured:
"Nephtis Kamala...the chosen one of God Anubis? It seems a bit difficult to deal with..."
Anubis is known as the "God of Death in the Desert". Although his authority cannot be compared with that of the Goddess of Death, the real master of the underworld, he is a very powerful god. Almost the entire southern continent believes in him, bringing about The unimaginable power of faith!
And His chosen one.
Nephthys Kamala.
A brown-skinned beauty like black pearls, who often shows herself with a veil, has the miracle of "resurrection from the dead".
She was born in a noble family in the Kingdom of Horus in the Southern Continent. She was breathless when she was born. Her family thought she was an abandoned baby and reluctantly prepared to perform the funeral ceremony. However, just as she was applying sesame oil, Nephthys let out the first Howling.
Later, she was chosen by God Anubis and became the god with a wolf head and human body. She was chosen by God in the human world. She has many blessings from God Anubis, and her strength should not be underestimated!
In the original plot, Nephthys Kamala lost to Hastings in the ring, but still did not show her full strength. She is a strong opponent qualified to compete for the finals...
"I hope I won't run into her in the next round and give me another chance to observe her cards..." Yeats thought cautiously to himself.
Night falls.
Stars dotted the deep night sky.
Yeats packed all the bone-eating bird materials near the Falis Lake into the Ring of Mammon, including two Slitthroats... These ingredients are enough for Behemoth to eat for a while, and he will compete in the next round. Stay in full swing!
The Blade of Behemoth in its prime state is more powerful than Gayaberg, and it has become an extremely handy weapon for Yeats!
That night, everyone decided to camp at the foot of the mountain and return to Sapphire Manor tomorrow.
The creek flows, the campfire crackles, and the gentle evening breeze blows through the campsite.
Gray hugged her knees and sat next to the fire, looking up at the night sky. The stars were twinkling in the endless night sky. She couldn't help but smile and held her cheeks, revealing her beautiful pear dimples.
"Every time I see the stars, I feel calmer!"
Gray smiled and said: "Maybe it's because I haven't been camping for a long time!"
Yeats was processing ingredients at the simple stove and heard Gray talking to herself, saying:
"I'm going to make fried chicken with the Slitthroat... Gray, do you want to eat it?"
Gray shouted: "Eat!"
Yeats smiled. After so long, Gray has changed from resisting to taking the initiative!
Hilud's sweet voice came from beside him: "Want to help?"
"Oh, you came just in time, help me!" Yeats explained the specific steps.
Hilud nodded and listened to Yeats' instructions attentively, as seriously as if she was practicing swordsmanship... But the effect was not good. She had no talent in cooking. After all, when playing chess, she would be so irritable that she would hit people with the chessboard...
The principles of kitchen knives and swordsmanship are obviously different. Hilud looked at the cut ingredients and whispered:
"Screwed up..."
Yeats did not make fun of him. He stood behind Herod and explained the steps patiently. Herod felt the warmth so close at hand, and a thought suddenly arose in her heart, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
In this way, being a good wife and mother seems to be quite good...
Behemoth's mission is to eat. As long as he swallows all the bone-eating birds he killed today and stores them as fat, it will be considered a success!
While drinking hot tea, the snow owl held the scroll of 'Spell: Chilled Technique' with the hand of the mage, and thought with his eyes: "Gu..."
Do you want to improve it and increase the shelf life?
That has to do with the principle of time magic... Time magic? The snowy owl mused.
If you have a chance to ask Teacher Blueberry for advice, he will definitely know!
The snow leopard was fishing in the river, holding a lively salmon in his mouth, and placed it on Yeats' chopping board: "Roar!"
Yeats smiled and said: "I understand, this salmon is yours, no one will compete with you!"
Kelya stood by the stream, quietly looking at the deep darkness on the other side of the river, as if she had fallen into stillness.
Yeats wiped his hands with a rag, came to Kelya and asked:
"I have been in Roland for so long. Do you remember anything?"
Kelya nodded. Yeats, with quick eyes and quick hands, helped her hold her fallen head. She only heard her say slowly:
"I can feel that my head is in this kingdom, lost in a cage that never sees the light of day... But it's almost over. I feel its breathing, and the place seems to be about to open..."
Yeats frowned slightly as he listened to the prophetic words.
Kelya's head couldn't be in the same place as the bottomless pit where the Nightmare [Abadon] was imprisoned, right?
Kelya possesses both the divinity of light and darkness. It is as if she has inherited the will of Joan of Arc and returned to the material plane from the underworld!
Yeats's eyes flickered and he said: "The countess named Galina seems to know some clues about your life experience... I will find a way to contact her and help you find the whereabouts of your missing head!"
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"Thank you, Yeats..." Kelya said softly, "I have followed you for so long, and I haven't even put in much effort..."
Yeats smiled and said: "The war is still going on... If you find your head, I believe that your strength will rise significantly. Then I will also need to rely on your strength!"
Kelya's voice contained a hint of smile: "I hope so."
After enjoying a sumptuous dinner.
The automatic golem "dial robot" obtained from Prague City took on the cleaning work.
Yeats, Gray, and Herod sat side by side on a broken piece of wood, looking up at the stars.
"Yeats... what is the world beyond the stars like?" Gray leaned on Yeats's shoulder and murmured dreamily.
Yeats looked up at the stars and said: "I don't know... If you have a chance, go and take a look!"
"It will be very cold." The bonfire cast a dancing shadow on the side of Hilud's face. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "The higher the place, the colder it is..."
Yeats held her cold hand and said: "As long as we go together, it will be very warm."
Hilud was startled, pursed her lips slightly, and firmly held Yeats's hand back.
The next day.
early morning.
Returning to Sapphire Manor, Yeats first paid attention to the information sent back from the Roland Arena. As expected, Nephthys Kamala, the Orc Sword Master, and Hastings, the characters who needed to be focused on, all defeated his own. Strong enemy, advance to the quarterfinals.
On that day, the last top eight contestant, Galina, was born. At the same time, under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, a public drawing ceremony was held, with the Sun King Louis personally drawing the lots.
afternoon.
Roland Palace.
In the splendid palace, the young king with wavy blond hair leaned on the throne, put his hand between his eyebrows, and said calmly:
"In the next round, you will face off against Nephthys Kamala from the desert... She seems to be the divine choice of Anubis, but I am more optimistic about you."
Louis raised his chin noblely and encouraged: "My friend... don't let me down."
Yeats was in a mixed mood.
Louis, look at the good draw you made!
(End of chapter)