Chapter 225

Looking at the woman who appeared out of thin air, people scattered to the side one after another. The cold breath had already revealed her identity.

McGonagall looked at the woman with some vigilance. This may be the biggest crisis after he came to the world, but it may be because of the integration of McGonagall Alex's memory. Since the Dragon appeared, he didn't feel afraid at all, and he was more prepared for her to attack.

Amy, who is blocked by McGonagall, peeks out of his head, his eyes full of joy.

The tall Warcraft hounds on one side were scared to lie on the ground and did not dare to pop up. The ugly duckling, who was held by Amy in his arms, was eager to try. Without fear, he waved his little paws and seemed to show his claws.

The woman's skin was as white as snow. She was about 20 years old. She was very beautiful, but her expression and temperament were very cold. She was like a fairy who came down from nine days. She didn't eat fireworks, and she didn't know what the cold and warm was. Her skirt was carved like ice and frost.

The dark blue eyes moved away from McGonagall and fell on the ugly duckling in Amy's arms behind McGonagall. There was a pause, with some doubts.

Then she looked up at Amy, her eyes brightened slightly, and the cold air around MEG and Amy disappeared instantly. She also withdrew her eyes and walked towards the city. Every step out, there would be a big snowflake blooming on the ground.

"Strange little thing, aren't you afraid of me? It seems that most of them are kittens with broken brains. " Elizabeth shook her head slightly and said to herself in a voice she could only hear. The frost rose from her feet and disappeared at the city gate.

As soon as the woman left, the oppressive aura disappeared, and the cold breath also slowly dissipated. All the people present were relieved.

The aura of the dragon is too frightening. If a level 7 magician or a level 7 Knight stands here, you will not feel so breathless.

They all took a look at MEG and found that the father and daughter were lucky. They met a dragon with good temper and good stomach, and then went on their journey.

"Wow, my father, that white dragon sister is so beautiful! And why did it disappear all of a sudden? " Amy jumped out of Meg's back and looked at him curiously and pleasantly.

"Some kind of teleportation magic." McGonagall's mood was relaxed, and he said with a smile that if he was killed just outside the gate, it would be the most subdued adventure in history.

But it seems that it's just an unexpected encounter. Maybe this white dragon girl will never meet again? It's quite immortal.

"That's great, father. Amy wants to learn that too!" Amy looked up at MEG expectantly and asked.

"OK, I'll help you talk to the teacher tomorrow." McGonagall smiles and unloads the pot. He really can't do that.

"Yes, Mr. half beard will!" Amy nodded happily.

"Come on, let's go." McGonagall touched Amy's head with a smile, then pointed out his finger on the ugly duckling's head, and said, "ugly duckling, you are not allowed to show hostility to others. Are you not good enough to show your cute claws?"

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling looked at her little paws and cried two times in grievance, trying to raise her little paws.

"Shrink up." Amy put out her little hand and patted it.

"Meow." The ugly duckling immediately retracted her claws and nestled in her arms, as good as she could be.

McGonagall took out the map from his bag and looked at it. As a common first-class Warcraft, Huolie chicken is widely distributed outside the chaotic city and can be found in many places.

"Let's go to the periphery of the thorn valley. The risk factor is lower." MEG looked carefully for a while, identified the direction, put away the map, took Amy's little hand and walked forward.

If this map was given to McGonagall in his previous life, it would be written in heaven. But now McGonagall can easily understand all kinds of information contained in it. As a general on the front line, McGonagall Alex has no doubt about his professionalism.

Thorn ridge is one of the most dangerous places outside the city with a relatively low risk coefficient. It is famous for the brambles all over the mountains. Of course, this low risk is also relative to other dangerous places where all kinds of level 7 and level 8 Warcraft often appear. In this thorn Valley, there are level 5 Warcraft, level 3 and level 4 everywhere, and level 1 and level 2 everywhere.

Although it is called a valley, it is actually composed of several valleys and a mountain range. Among the thorns there are all kinds of mountain treasures and herbs that have not been spoiled by Warcraft. The price of these things may be higher than that of a high-level Warcraft, so they have become the targets of many mercenaries.

Moreover, because there are few high-level Warcraft, you can enter the thorn valley with peace of mind by finding two or three level 4 mercenaries. It's a good place to find herbs or hunt Warcraft.

Moreover, the city of chaos has given the mercenaries of chaos guild the strongest talisman and rules. They can't kill each other in the course of carrying out their tasks. Once there is an abnormal death of a member, the guild will investigate it to the end. No matter what the background and strength of the person, the city of chaos will not tolerate it. One life is worth one life.

A few years ago, after the high-level of the grey Temple dispatched to kill ten high-level mercenaries, including a level 9 demon, this rule began to take root in the hearts of the people. Unless you are absolutely sure that you will not be found, killing people and looting treasures will not happen in the chaos guild.

MEG is now going to the Western hillside of thorn Valley, where there is a hot spring. The temperature is much higher than the surrounding temperature, so there are often fiery chickens.

There was still half a mile of flat ground paved with black stones at the gate, and the road behind was stepped out by a mercenary.

A group of knights in light armour rode down the Middle Road, raising a cloud of dust, which made some people grumble.

On one side, an old mercenary drove his donkey cart and walked slowly. Behind him sat four teenagers with childish faces. They looked around curiously. It seemed that they were novice mercenaries out of the city for the first time.

There are five or six horses behind them. On the backs of the horses are all fully armed mercenaries. No matter whether they are equipped or look, they can see that they are veterans who have been wandering in the wilderness all the year round. Today, they should be bringing rookies out to see the world.

Of course, McGonagall is the most eye-catching one. She has a small satchel with a four-year-old little Laurie in her arms and a little orange cat in her arms. This kind of combination has no sense of disobedience in autumn outing, but now she is walking towards the dangerous wilderness. Isn't it a rush to die?

"Father, why do they all look at us with strange eyes?" Amy looked at MEG strangely and asked.

"Probably..." McGonagall pondered for a while, touched his chin, nodded his head seriously and said, "am I amazing?"