Chapter 942 Female Snake Priest, Can We Talk Now?

The declaration of the Golden Eagle Warriors resounded everywhere.

On the fourth floor of the mound, and on the surrounding earthen platforms dotted around, large groups of witch priests, warriors, and civilians came out angrily or dazedly, looking up.

Mr. Valensimo had a cautious expression on his face, holding a knife in one hand and an unknown object in the other, hiding himself in the shadow of the mage's hut, ready to attack;

Bernard, with his face full of anger, took off the bone stick in his hand and rushed out:

"What did you say!"

The Golden Eagle Warrior's attention turned instantly. He paused for a moment on Bernard, as if he was a little confused: he had never seen this tall man before, and he had to think about it for a moment whether he was the "white ghost" he recognized.

However, soon, he stared at Valensimo behind Bernard:

"There are still white ghosts here! Kestrel tribe, what are you doing standing still? Why don't you hand over the white ghosts quickly?!"

Grete frowned slightly. He fluttered his hands, put on a large number of shields on himself, and looked around:

Hey, tribal leaders, are you just watching? See that Golden Eagle warrior coming to catch me? If I really take action, I won't stay here!

When he was away from home, he followed his teacher's instructions and retained one-third of his mana at all times, no matter how pitiful the patient was and was about to die.

As expected, it came in handy now. Not only could I set up a shield for myself, but I could also add two more to Cerela without panicking at all. Serira, on the other hand, was already eager to try. She reached out to grab the golden cage beside her, but was stopped by Gretel several times:

What are you trying to do?

Let’s take a look at the attitudes of these natives first! If they have a bad attitude, we will try to rush out and stay far away from them! The treatment techniques that were thrown out before and the cowpox vaccine that was given to them were just fed to the dogs!

Fortunately, these natives did not disappoint him. There was a roar from the ground, and the chief of the Kestrel Tribe, the strong man who claimed to have "defeated the Golden Eagle Warrior", rose into the sky:

"Dear Golden Eagle Warrior!"

He opened his arms and blocked the warrior with wings on his back and a spear in his hand. The power given to him by the God of Kestrel could not allow him to hover freely. He could only fly quickly in a circle while shouting:

"These people are not 'white ghosts'!" Whoosh! Fly over.

"Not the enemy that brings death and war!" Whoosh! Fly over.

"They are our friends!" Whoosh! Fly over again.

"He is the benefactor who treats our patients and protects healthy warriors from diseases!" Whoosh! Fly over, fly over, circle twice in a row...

Gretel: "..."

This... we have been strictly trained and generally do not laugh...

He turned his face to one side, glanced at the Golden Eagle warrior from the corner of his eye, and tried his best to straighten the corners of his mouth. Even Cerela stopped her angry hand and no longer pulled the golden light fence, but instead charged, charged, silently...

Whenever you rush down to arrest someone, you will be beaten to death!

The golden eagle warrior Traka did not come down to arrest anyone. On the contrary, he and the chief of the Kestrel tribe went back and forth, fighting in circles, and the sky was full of splendor:

Chief Kestrel held two thin blades in his hands, pulling up, diving, pulling up again, and diving again. Every impact was accompanied by a sharp roar. Several times it passed by the Golden Eagle Warrior, and the wings behind the Golden Eagle Warrior trembled slightly, and dense ripples were cut out;

Traka, on the other hand, holds a spear, thrusting forward, sweeping forward, and lifting upwards. The spear tip was glowing with golden light, and Chief Kestrel approached several times, and had to turn urgently several times to avoid the attack of the spear. Not to mention being penetrated by the tip of the spear, he didn't even dare to touch the edge of the golden light.

"Serila, look carefully." On the ground, Gretel and the silver dragon girl were next to each other, whispering to each other. Grete pointed at the battle above, speaking softly:

"That spear is very lethal. If you have to take off to fight later, be sure not to be hit by it... You haven't fought a flying warrior yet, right? Move if you can, and move as far as you can. , they are very maneuverable in the air!"

"I've beaten him! I've even killed him! Ah -" Cerela suddenly covered her mouth. Blink, blink, blink, raise your head and stare upward, pretending not to say anything. Grete shrugged and sighed:

Serila has been with him these past few years and has no time to go out and shout and kill. To feel so guilty, maybe he secretly killed those envoys of the Glorious Holy See when he was in the Dwarf King's Court?

That time the dagger got stuck in your toenail?

Among that group of people, it should be normal for there to be someone who can rely on equipment to fly into the sky. However, it should be different from the Golden Eagle Warrior, who relies on his wings to fly into the sky?

Just after saying these few words, the battle in the sky suddenly changed again. Chief Kestrel raised his arms and let out a long roar. Suddenly, the shadow of a falcon was shrouded in his body——

He folded his wings and rushed towards him at high speed. The bird's beak, wing tips, and claws were all twisted and twisted, as if they were being torn apart by blades of wind. Opposite him, the Golden Eagle warrior also raised his spear, and golden flames burned all over his body:

They hit each other hard.

A golden eagle and a kestrel rolled into a ball in the air. Wing beat, beak peck, claw strike. Brick red, gray blue and golden feathers are flying in the sky, falling like snowflakes...

Brick-red and gray-blue feathers fell on the roof, causing the roof to crack; falling to the ground, the ground exploded. And wherever the golden feathers floated, they immediately ignited a flame.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Grete admired softly. So far, his strongest attack method is the super double fireball. It may not be very effective against this kind of golden eagle warrior with golden flames.

Or, he needs to develop some more drastic means. For example, the ice ray blessed by liquid nitrogen? Another example, the ice wall blessed by liquid nitrogen has multiple reflections and reflects the rays back to him?

While I was thinking about it, there was a loud bang above my head, and the kestrel screamed loudly and fell crookedly to the ground. A long gash was opened in the golden eagle's chest, and golden flames poured out continuously, making the figure become more and more illusory.

The golden flame warrior Traka urgently restrained his foreign minister, pulled it up, pulled it up, flew out of the mound in one breath, and said sternly:

"Chief Kestrel! Do you really want to disobey the orders of the Eagle Kingdom? Aren't you afraid that the Twelve Golden Eagles will gather together to eradicate your small tribe and sell all the people into slavery?"

"Haha... Little Traka, you seem to be in trouble..."

Far, far away, the enchanting and charming laughter blew in the night wind. The sound was not loud, but it was like a small hand, gently touching everyone's heart. On the high platform of the mound, for a moment, there was a sound of heavy breathing.

Even Grete was in a daze for a moment. There was a heavy snort next to him, and he quickly glanced at Cerela and quickly took out a silver hood. Put it on, zip it up, and fasten it. If you don't have enough equipment and abilities, to deal with the control system, the Faraday Cage is the way to go!

The Golden Eagle warrior suddenly turned back, his eyes like fire. In the very distance, a little golden light quietly lit up and flew towards it quickly. When they got closer, they saw another older Golden Eagle warrior coming quietly accompanied by a female priest.

The whole body of the priestess was shrouded in a halo of light, which looked black and white at first glance, but appeared to be nothing at all if you looked closely. As soon as she arrived, two golden eagle warriors came naturally, one on the left and one on the right, guarding her.

She gently pulled up her long hair, and the phosphorescent light on her fingertips shone gently in her hair. She lowered her head and looked down:

"What's going on? Why are you fighting?"

"They hid the White Ghost and refused to hand it over! The chief of the Kestrel tribe even fought against me because of the White Ghost!"

Traka rushed to complain. On the ground, the heads of the Kestrel Tribe, the Bison Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe, and several other large tribes retorted:

"These distinguished guests are not white ghosts!"

"They healed our people! They were benefactors!"

"We respect the Eagle Country and are willing to fight side by side with the Eagle Warriors. However, you can't step on our heads and give orders like this, and start a fight if you don't agree!"

Noisy, noisy. The priestess smiled softly, raised her hands flat and pressed them down, indicating that she should be calm. Her eyes moved, and just when she was about to speak, her whole body suddenly stiffened for a moment:

Cerira held the two golden light fences with both hands, squeezed inward, and pressed them together. He pulled it up with one hand, crumpled the two golden lights into a ball with the other hand, and threw them directly into his mouth.

While chewing, he grabbed the other two golden fences and squeezed again...

"this……"

The priestess floated down, cautiously keeping a dozen meters away from Cerela, and asked softly. Serila was eating happily, clicking, clicking, as if chewing shortbread. When he looked up and saw her in his busy schedule, he immediately stretched out his arms and waved around her.

Click, click, click, click...

All the golden fences were grasped in her hands, and she held them back in front of her vigilantly:

"What's the matter? These are mine! If you use them to imprison me, they are mine!"

Serila puffed out her cheeks and stared at the other person while eating. The priestess's gorgeous red lips opened slightly. She didn't know how to speak for a moment. Only the tips of her hair flickered slightly and she made a gentle snake hiss:

These golden lights are all divine powers given by the Eagle God, carrying the power of the sun's fire. Although it is thin, not everyone can catch it with bare hands, and not everyone can use it as a snack!

The silver-haired girl in front of me, is she a new god?

Grete kept staring at Cerela closely, watching her red lips open and close, watching her silver teeth bite, and watching the golden light shattering piece by piece. Use your eyes to see, your ears to hear, and your mind to sense every change in her energy and vitality.

After watching for a while, he made sure that there was nothing wrong with Serila eating like this, then he took a step forward and said loudly:

"We are not the 'white ghosts' you call us. In fact, although we all come from far away, we and the white ghosts you call us have always been enemies and have been fighting for many years. Just a few months ago , we even had a big battle——"

He threw out several trophies: a broken silver crown, a broken long sword, a pale golden humerus...each of them was flowing with the unique holy power of the Glorious Holy See. Grete pointed to these fragments and said calmly:

"I killed these people. -Have you fought with them for a long time before?"

"you--"

Traka's expression changed, and he almost blurted out, but was hit back by a blast of wind from the older Golden Eagle warrior. Grete turned a blind eye and said with a smile:

"According to my speculation, these 'white ghosts' should collude with the Plague Girl and give new plague seeds to the Plague Girl to enhance her strength in order to capture the Eagle Kingdom. And I can help you with the ability to resist this kind of disease." The power of the plague.”

"——Now, can we have a good talk?"

****

Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of...

pyA new book from a friend:

"This CEO is so good at getting along, he's really into a romantic relationship"

Xiao Mu, the 18th-tier starlet, was blamed by the crew from the sky, and for no apparent reason, she became the mistress condemned by the entire network.

She obviously doesn't know the other party!

Fortunately, the invisible boss came from the sky to escort...

It seems that the female channel no longer has perfect attendance, and can only rely on rankings to get rewards. New books are on the list. If you are interested, please click here...