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 shamans, 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. He had to think for a moment whether he was the "white ghost" he recognized. think.

However, soon, he stared at Valensimo behind Bernard:

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

Grete frowned slightly. He flipped his hands and put on a large number of shields on himself, while looking around:

Hey, tribal leaders, are you just looking at this? Are you looking at that Golden Eagle warrior coming to arrest me? If he really takes 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.

Sure enough, it came in handy at this moment. Not only could he set up a shield for himself, but he could also add two more to Serira without panicking at all. Serira, on the other hand, was already eager to try, and reached out to grab the golden cage next to her. , was stopped by Gretel several times:

What are you trying to do?

First look at the attitude of these natives! If they have a bad attitude, we will try to rush out and stay far away from them! The healing techniques we threw out before and the cowpox vaccine we gave them are just like feeding to 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 "beaten the Golden Eagle Warrior", rose into the sky:

"Dear Golden Eagle Warrior!"

He opened his arms and stopped in front of the warrior with wings on his back and a spear in his hand. The power given to him by the kestrel god could not allow him to hover freely, so 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, and circle twice in a row...

Gretel: "..."

This... we have received strict training 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 Serila stopped her angry hand, no longer pulling on the golden fence, but accumulating strength, accumulating strength, Silence accumulates strength...

Whenever I rush down to arrest someone, I'll beat you up all over your face!

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, pulled up, dived, pulled up again, and dived again. Each impact was accompanied by a sharp roar. Several times he passed by the Golden Eagle Warrior, and the wings behind the Golden Eagle Warrior gently fluttered.

Trembling, slices of dense ripples were cut out;

And Traka was holding a spear, thrusting forward, sweeping, and lifting up. The tip of the spear was glowing with golden light. Chief Kestrel approached several times, and had to turn urgently several times to avoid the attack of the spear. Not to mention being pierced by the tip of the spear.

Through it, he didn't even dare to touch the edge of the golden light.

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

"That spear is very lethal. If you have to take off to fight later, be sure not to get 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! I've even killed! Ah" Cerela covered her mouth violently. She blinked, blinked, raised her head and stared upward, pretending not to say anything. Grete shrugged and sighed.

:

Serila has been with him in the past few years and has no time to go out and shout to kill. So she feels so guilty. Maybe she secretly killed those envoys of the Glorious Holy See when she was in the Dwarf King's Court?

That time a dagger got stuck in your toenail?

It should be normal for someone in that group of people to be able to fly into the sky relying on equipment. However, it should be different from the Golden Eagle Warrior who can fly into the sky relying on his wings?

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 enveloped in his body.

He folded his wings and rushed towards him at high speed. The bird's beak, wingtips, and claws were all distorted, as if being cut apart by pieces of wind blades. Opposite him, the golden eagle warrior also raised his long sword.

Spears, all over the body, burning with golden flames:

They bumped into each other hard.

A golden eagle and a kestrel rolled and fought in the air. Wings beat, beaks pecked, and claws struck. Brick-red, gray-blue and golden feathers were 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 the golden feathers, wherever they floated, immediately ignited a flame.

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

Gretel admired in a low voice. 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 powerful means. For example, ice rays blessed by liquid nitrogen? Or, for example, ice walls blessed by liquid nitrogen and multiple reflections can reflect the rays back to him?

Just as 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 hole was torn open in the chest of the golden eagle, and golden flames poured out from inside, 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 wipe out your small tribe and sell all the people into slavery?"

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

Far, far away, the enchanting, charming laughter blew with the night wind. The sound was not loud, but it was like a small hand, touching everyone's heart. In an instant, on the mound and high platform,

There was a sound of heavy breathing.

Even Gretel was stunned for a moment. There was a heavy cold snort next to him. He glanced at Cerela quickly and quickly took out a silver hood. Put it on, pull it up, and buckle it. If you don't have enough equipment, you can deal with the evil control.

Yes, the Faraday cage is the way to go!

The golden eagle warrior suddenly turned back, his eyes like fire. In the far distance, a little golden light quietly lit up and flew towards him quickly. When he got closer, he 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. As soon as she arrived, two golden eagle warriors naturally guarded her, one on the left and one on the right.

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

"What's wrong? Why are you fighting?"

"They hid the White Ghost and refused to hand it over! The chief of the Kestrel tribe fought against me for 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 just start a fight if you don't agree!"

Noisy, noisy. The priestess smiled softly, raised her hands flat and pressed down, signaling to 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 squeezed them together. With one hand, she pulled them up, and with the other hand, she crumpled the two golden lights into a ball and threw them directly into her 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. Cerela Katcha, Kacha, was eating happily as if chewing shortbread. In the midst of her busy schedule, she raised her eyes and saw her, and immediately stretched out her arm.

, waving around in a circle.

Click, click, click, click...

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

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

Cerira puffed up her cheeks and stared at the other party 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 the divine power given by the Eagle God, carrying the power of the fire of the sun. Although they are thin, not everyone can catch them with bare hands, and not everyone can use them as snacks!

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

Gretel has been staring at Cerela closely, watching her red lips open and close, watching her silver teeth bite, watching the golden light shattering piece by piece. Use your eyes to see, use your ears to listen, and use your mental power to sense every trace of her energy and vitality.

A change.

After watching for a while, he made sure that there was nothing wrong with Cerela 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 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 the older Golden Eagle warrior hit him with a blast of wind and hit him back. Gretel 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?"

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Chapter completed!