Chapter 265

(wrong number of titles and chapters. Sorry (__ ）;)

"help, who will help me, help..."!

Caught by punk's head and lifted in the air, the harpy screamed for help.

"Stop, the priestess has arrived, you lower human dare to be presumptuous"!

With the call for help from the little Harpy, several soldiers in armor ambush outside the door open the wooden door and rush in. Punk is a gift for the priestess in their eyes. Now the gift actually resists. How can they not be angry.

"Of course I know that the Priestess is coming. You don't need to remind me of this.".

In the face of five or six soldiers with spears yelling, punk gave a gloomy sneer, and then threw the little harpy as a throwing object to the door.

Punk doesn't need to hide any more now, because he can feel that a formal harpy with strange smell is leading more than 500 adult harpy soldiers to approach the tree house. At such a close distance, punk is fully confident of catching the enemy alive, so it's not necessary to continue pretending to be a guest.

Although the little Harpy, which was thrown out by the hand of master mage, was huge in size, it was accelerated to a supersonic level by the huge force. His body was kneaded into an irregular meat ball by the air pressure in mid air, and then with the piercing sound explosion, he collided with several harpy soldiers who rushed into the room.

"Bang!"

A cloud of blood mist explodes on the small tree house. Half of the tree house is directly blown away by the shock wave. A huge bright red hole has appeared directly opposite punk, and all the pieces of wood around are dyed scarlet by blood.

This is the power of the master level magic. Just throwing a mage's hand can reach the level of an ordinary official level magic. It is as simple as tearing paper to tear down a wooden house with a wall thickness of more than 20 cm.

"Great, Priestess" Your Highness ", I've been waiting here for a long time"!

Punk scattered a thin layer of energy wall in order to block the burst of blood, and then excitedly looked at the frightened "army of Eagles" in the sky outside the cabin with blue eyes.

This little army's Gong Wei is a gorgeous hawk body Banshee wearing many jewelry.

The talons of the eagle body banshee, which is obviously of high status, are black and bright. Her whole body is full of a kind of enchanting but evil breath. The staff in her hand is even more peculiar. A basketball sized eyeball is embedded on the head of the ordinary huge wooden staff, and this eyeball also reveals a sense of terror that is watching the souls of all creatures at any time Sleep.

There is no doubt that this harpy is the ruler of this tribe, the priestess in the mouth of other Harpies.

"Sure enough, the problem lies with the priestess. No It should be on her staff.

Punk doesn't care about the "gaze" of weird eyeballs. He talks to himself and squints his blue eyes slightly according to the joy of patience.

He just stared at the priestess and felt it carefully, and soon found some "interesting" places.

In Punk's perception, the "strange breath" on the priestess's body has almost condensed into the essence. This breath has even affected her body shape, causing the eyes of the hawk priestess to turn gray brown, the claws to become twisted and sharp, and even the uneven sharp teeth to grow in her mouth.

Punk can also sense that the staff held by the Priestess is constantly communicating with the priestess with strange breath. Every breath will be inhaled into the vertical pupil of the eyeball. When the breath is spit out again, it will grow a little bit.

Punk looked at this group of hawk banshees who could not advance and retreat, and after confirming that these guys would not pose any threat to themselves, he nodded with satisfaction:

"maybe curiosity is a good thing, it can always bring me harvest.".

Different from Punk's happy mood, the hawk body fairy's mood is only panic and despair.

At the beginning, after listening to the description of the surviving Hunter Harpy, she thought that the only one who came was a formal mage. With the strength of the staff in her hand, the priestess had some confidence in the battle.

But what did she see when she arrived at the scene? A master caster? When you see the hunter of the dead, you come out to me. Is this the "little" mage you call "weak, ignorant and vulnerable"? What's my grudge against you? Are you going to pit me to death?

Although the ignorant priestess has brainwashed her own people, she has not brainwashed herself, so she is still a little careful about her strength. When the priestess sees the bright blue pupils under the satyr hood, she knows that she is in big trouble.

"No, I have to run. I'll run right away. If I can't run, I'll die"!

The priestess forcibly suppressed her fear and issued the "final order" to her hundreds of soldiers in a trembling voice:

"what are you fools waiting for? Don't attack quickly. As warriors of the black claw tribe, it's time for you to be loyal to the tribe"!The voice of the female fairy priest with Eagle body is not so high pitched, but also full of a kind of bewitching spiritual fluctuation. After the command of some trills is given, the female priest does not hesitate to turn around and quickly escape in the opposite direction.

The harpy warriors, who were affected by the spirit fluctuation, didn't make any response because of the commander's escape. They all screamed and dived down to punk with rough spears.

For the tribe!

"For the omnipotent priestess.".

"Black claw clan is the strongest"!

"Dirty orcs die"!

All kinds of slogans are yelled out through the sharp voice of the Harpy, and become a harsh noise that can shatter the glass. Its power is no less than that of an "Apprentice level spell - noise.".

But punk didn't care about the dive of this group of "bombers".

The strongest of these harpies is just the peak of level 9 probation. No matter how hard and sharp their attacks are, they can't break even the most basic defense of punk. However, Punk's attack on these "cannon fodder" can't even withstand a slap.

"In other words, why are the methods used by the leaders of these magical creature tribes to press the bottom of the box used to pit their subordinates? Is it to sacrifice a group of loyal subordinates to live a few seconds longer?"?

Watching this group of irrational harpies approach quickly, punk shakes his head sarcastically.

"Bang!"

The lavender mage's hand flicked in the air like ash, leaving a little bit of purple shadow and It's a shower of blood.

"Still running? Did you run.

Punk looks at the priestess who has been flying far away, smiles and releases the long prepared spell.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!