Chapter 639

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong..."

After murmur poured down the whole bowl of soup in one breath, the warmth from the inside to the outside made him sigh with satisfaction.

"I can't imagine a day without brother George," mark sighed happily with a bowl in his arms.

George smiled, picked up the spoon and added a bowl to each of them. "Drink more if you like. It must be colder when climbing the mountain. It's important to supplement your physical strength."

"Uh huh," mark snapped, couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and continue to Gudong.

"Goo Goo ~"

A bird's cry sounded faintly, especially in the silent ice and snow. People couldn't help looking up.

"It's the messenger bird! Unexpectedly, there are messenger birds in Shenao area! " Mark stood up excitedly. The messenger bird is a unique spirit in the city, which is difficult to see elsewhere.

"Goo!"

The messenger bird gave a startled cry, waved its wings like small hands in a panic, and flew away from the place at once.

But the messenger bird was obviously a little silly. In a hurry, he dropped his gift bag.

Just then, a cold wind blew gently, and the gift bag staggered in front of mark and was grabbed by him.

"Goo!"

The messenger bird was stunned, and the frightened facial expression was completely beyond the ability of an ordinary bird.

He made a dive and flew straight towards mark, pecking at his head.

"It hurts... Stop it!" Mark ran away, but he still clung to the gift bag in his hand. The messenger bird couldn't get it back.

Tear!

A crisp and audible tear sounded. Mark and the messenger bird stopped one after another and slowly looked at the gift bag.

"Goo!"

The messenger bird gave a desperate cry, and then lay straight on the snow, as if accusing mark of it.

The bag is in the bird, the bag is dead, the bird is dead!

"Huh?"

Suddenly, with a quiet voice, he got up and walked slowly to one person and one bird, and then picked up a letter that fell out of the gift bag?

"No wonder it's so precious. Its bag turned out to be a messenger." mark was surprised, but he didn't notice silent's frown.

"Eh? Boss, just open the letter. It's someone else's thing. It's not very good, "said Mark blankly.

The messenger bird, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, immediately got up and flew again, trying to compete for the letter in silent's hand.

"Mara!"

"Niula!"

A dark shadow flashed by silent Yan. The messenger bird, who had not yet been close, was directly hit and flew, and fell into the snow again. Only two little yellow feet were exposed and shook outside.

"Is there a problem with this letter?" George was keenly aware of something wrong and asked curiously.

Mo Yan quickly read the envelope in his hand, then handed it directly to George, and then turned to look at the messenger bird in the snow.

"Goo Goo!"

Mo Yan grabbed the messenger bird's feet and picked it up. The sudden sense of weightlessness woke it up. The messenger bird began to struggle desperately, but it didn't work.

Theoretically, elves like messenger bird are not good at fighting and have no evolution. There are only two skills that can be understood only by upgrading, gift and drill pecking.

But messenger birds are not good for nothing. They are born with their own feathers to make a gift bag, and this gift bag has a huge capacity.

Nowadays, the space backpack widely used by trainers is said to be based on the gift bag.

Like its name, the messenger bird has been used as a messenger in ancient times. Even if the two places are far apart, it can find its way home.

Today, in the era of more and more advanced electronic communication, Messenger birds are gradually eliminated, and they are even on the verge of extinction.

But at present, Messenger birds are still used to transmit important information and materials. As far as we know, there are

"Rockets!"

Mark squinted at the envelope in George's hand, looked at it casually, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Yes, rockets!

When the elf remote transmission system is strictly supervised by the alliance, it is a good way to use messenger bird as a transmission tool.

But this is the Shenao area. When did the Rockets extend their hands so long.

"Are you talking about the rocket team, the underground force in Kanto?" Zhulan also came over. Obviously, she didn't know anything about the Rockets.

"From this letter, it should be a rocket team member named Miyamoto who came to the Shenao region alone to track down... The whereabouts of the magic treasure can be dreamy." George quickly read the contents of the envelope and said concisely.

"It is said that dream lives in the tree of the world. Is the tree of the world in Shenao area?" Zhulan asked with an eyebrow. She was very interested in these.

"Miyamoto, female, one of the two emperors of the Rockets, is the person with the highest status in addition to the current leader of the Rockets."

"Hiss..."

Silent speech made a sudden introduction, which immediately attracted mark to take a breath, and even George and Zhulan looked at him in amazement.

How strong the Rockets are, everyone present has inevitably heard of one or two, but they never thought that it was just a messenger bird that could pull out a big man.

"How strong is Miyamoto...?" Zhulan hesitated and couldn't help asking.

"I don't know," murmur shook his head and added after a little meditation, "I think he should be at least a king level trainer."

In previous lives, when Mo Yan went to the Rockets headquarters to "worship the wharf", ShuangDi Shu had already become a thing of the past, and the new leader was sakamu, the king of the earth.

According to the information handed down at that time, Miyamoto mysteriously disappeared while looking for dreams.

The other of the two emperors is actually sakamu's mother and the current leader of the Rockets.

Of course, Mo Yan doesn't know when Sakamoto took over the rockets from her mother. Maybe it's this time?

"Well... Are we still going this way?" Hearing that he was a king level trainer or a member of the underground forces rocket team, Mark's question was not really advice.

It's really stupid to know that you can't fight hard.

"Although I accidentally met the messenger bird, it doesn't mean Miyamoto himself is nearby. If it's really destined, even detour won't help."

George said mysteriously, but his eyes stared at mark without blinking.

"Look... Look what I'm doing! How could I want to meet such an enemy! " Mark roared guilty.

Mingming... Mingming was the messenger bird of the fish's lip. The bird ran to provoke him, but he didn't take the initiative!

Over grievance (* 'へ' *)

"Anyway, let's deal with the messenger bird first," Murphy finally said, and the messenger bird in his hand had foamed at the mouth and stopped struggling.

"How? Or... Roast? "