Chapter 77 Axe in the air
The ice front broke with a loud bang, and the snow mist was overwhelming, spreading to the vicinity of the hiding place.
Slurp!
The soul crow spread its dark wings.
It had three heads, all raised, roaring, with dense teeth embedded in its beak, and saliva splashing ice chips onto the surrounding snow.
The black raven tightened its limbs and reduced its breathing to a minimum.
The giant was huge, and it moved for a long time, still slowly closing in.
The ice chips that fell at their feet were mixed with minced meat. Even the dumbest people knew that this bird was carnivorous. If it could break the ice front, it could break through the skull.
The soul crow was quite spiritual.
The shamans and witch priests of Palotusbi studied it, learned from it, and even became it. Almost every clan would raise a few.
The beast trainer tilted his ear and listened carefully to the grief-stricken scream.
Soon, the Soul Crow became excited, its wings scraped frequently, and the sound of grinding teeth passed through the ice cave.
The Heilas felt something chewing their brains.
Soon, the Soul Crow flew out of the cave quickly, screaming at the sky, spreading its wings and turning back and forth, as if looking for traces of invaders.
Rustle.
When it walked away, the trainer stepped into the snow.
He looked at the feather... that fell from the thick-winged eagle, was put into the Soul Crow cave, and was now slowly floating towards the ice abyss.
"I only asked for one egg, please put the other one back."
"This is not funny!"
Meng walked out holding the iron sheet.
The scratches and redness on his arm had not disappeared yet.
What he risked his life to retrieve should be considered as exceeding the task, but he had to return it?
"Accept your companions and respect nature."
The beastman whispered the ancient teachings of the North and looked at him seriously. His personality was like his face, sometimes kind and sometimes vicious. Different people would have different opinions about him.
"You took away all its hopes."
"Hehe, don't forget, it was you who asked me to climb this damn cliff. You are a coward, mean and insidious. What qualifications do you have to talk about morality?"
Meng fought back.
"Each time the soul crow lays an egg, only one cub can survive!"
[It is rumored that the wisdom of the soul crow was envied, and an old god who controls the sky cursed and restricted the prosperity of this animal. ]
The clans of the North have passed down this story from generation to generation.
They also found that as long as the eggs were separated and cared for, the soul crows inside could survive, so some tribes used "climbing the cliff to get eggs" as the coming-of-age ceremony for beastmen.
Just as the two were arguing and about to clash, a voice sounded from the side.
"Fight and die here."
The Heilas were startled and took a half step back, not daring to interrupt. The emblems on their skin reminded them of their identities.
Ken walked up from the bottom of the snow slope.
He put [Dawn and Dusk] in the middle, like a boundary marker for a duel.
The beastman and Meng bowed and saluted. They admired their employer's words and deeds from the bottom of their hearts.
"Today, six scouts were frozen unconscious. When hunting mountain beasts, the blood of the militia dyed the land red..."
Ken could use experience points to dispel strain, but he could not relieve pressure. As long as he was on the road, as long as people were injured and died, the leader's shoulders would never be relaxed.
"You are wearing good armor and using sharp weapons. Are you contributing to the team?"
Ken grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his dirty and worn protective gear.
He waited for both sides to look at each other before he spoke:
"Communication is not that difficult. The Santonkaya people will never fight among themselves. The name Heila means that you will protect others and each other."
Meng saw the shiny black axe being pulled out of the snow.
He was silent for a while, turned around and began to climb. This time he did not use the giant's shoulder, but his movements were exceptionally fast.
The Heilas watched the egg being put back in place.
Ken didn't say anything more, shouldered the battle axe, and led everyone down the snow slope along the old road.
The migrating troops drew the mountain road of Oga like a black line. The shield-bearing warriors stood in front, and the refugees and the army were scattered behind. Everyone looked up from time to time and stared at the two intersecting shadows in the sky.
[The fight between the thick-winged eagle and the soul crow is a good opportunity for you. ]
The beast tamer originally wanted to take advantage of the situation: using the soul crow to contain and then organize a sneak attack, and the one responsible for the final blow was Meng.
Reckless guys are prone to bad things.
He glanced at Meng.
The other party hid his arm behind his back, and there should still be bruises and scars on it, so the final kill could not be guaranteed.
"Quima, how about your giant crossbow?"
"This weapon can't turn its head, and it can't be hidden around. It won't get close if it sees it. It will be over if it shakes its wings and passes by."
The beast tamer felt the severity.
He was worried that he couldn't explain, frowned and took a deep breath, and glanced at the leader without leaving a trace.
Ken was standing in front, close at hand, and everyone could feel that the fatigue surrounding this young man disappeared, and he became extremely focused, without tension, without hesitation, just simply wanted to kill the monster in the air.
The black La swallowed their saliva lightly, and couldn't think of anything else.
Elwei's mystics were under more pressure.
The sudden attack pierced the leg bone of the thick-winged eagle, and the black crow cut through the sky, and the arc was like a dark thunder, catching people off guard.
Who provoked it?
The soul crow was only half the size of the thick-winged eagle, but its speed and strength made all creatures afraid. The three heads and fine and sharp teeth strangely crushed the flesh and blood of the thick-winged eagle.
The mystics tried to get out of the predicament.
Magic shone, and black smoke seeped out from the fur of the giant eagle.
Its whole body suddenly flashed out, and the violent magic power exploded on the spot, causing the soul crow's feathers to fly and scream.
Unexpectedly, the soul crow would risk its injured body and shoot again, this time it was even a life-and-death fight!
The thick-winged eagle quickly separated all its limbs to reduce the area and relieve the pressure of dodging. After several moves, it was still pierced through the abdominal cavity, and the dripping blood fell on the heads of the refugees.
"We haven't lost it yet, pull the spell!"
A voice urged.
The Soul Crow accelerated to the limit with all its strength, but suddenly lost consciousness.
It slid down from a height like a thrown spear, but fortunately it recovered in time and did not fall to the ground dead.
The surroundings were empty, and there was no trace of the Thick-winged Eagle.
呷——
The magicians closed their eyes and sensed, and heard an unwilling beast cry, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The Thick-winged Eagle was seriously injured, and the reserved magic had been exhausted.
It hid its body, followed the flowing clouds and the north wind, and circled between the peaks of Oga, looking for a place to stop and repair.
"It's not easy."
Suddenly, the remote secret technique was affected.
The operators felt something strange, and then their foreheads tightened, as if a storm was gathering above their heads.
I don't know who turned the magic mirror used for imaging.
Everyone in the tent, including Ivan, saw Ken Bouvier—he looked down at the Thick-winged Eagle, holding his battle axe high. It was such a perfect angle, as if he had been prepared long ago.
But it was impossible, this was the height of the Oga Snow Mountain!
The scene in front of him was incredible, and then the connection was cut off, leaving only pure killing intent, crushing all thoughts.