Age of Adepts

Chapter 276: Harpy Kingdom

Fighting the Winged Lion is actually more like a game!

There were no outbreaks of fish-dead net-breaking kills on either side.

The Floating Sky Battleship strives to maintain a thick defensive optical film, flying at even speeds in dazzling sorcery, little by little away from the winged lion's hunting area.

And adult wing lions seem to be just training little wing lions to fly and hunt. Though a fierce burst of defensive optical film from time to time, more often than not it just circles around floating warships, constantly howling and intimidating.

Both sides fought and walked. When the floating battleship quickly flew over a Pentium River, the wing lions stopped pursuing it, hovering for a few words, and finally turned back to the original path.

As you can see, this little river, more than 10 meters wide, should be the line between them and another demonic group. Once they cross the border, I'm afraid they'll start a bloody war between the two demonic communities!

After freeing the winged lion from its entanglement, the floating warships finally began to accelerate slowly and continue to travel fast in the black forest along a fixed course.

According to the Wizards of the Silver Alliance, the Floating Battleship will soon have access to the Hawk Lady's Nest, the first hazardous site on this voyage.

To be honest, for the first time, I heard that the first dangerous gatekeeper, BOSS, was actually a bird-weak hawk witch, and Grimm almost didn't stare.

How is this possible?

In his impression, this eagle witch with her head but vulture body, wings and claws, is simply a magic fireball that can kill a bunch of low-order monsters, how can she outnumber the winged lions, hill giants and become a dangerous place on the channel!

Obviously, there are many wizards who have the same questions as Grim.

So the silver league wizard briefly gave them some knowledge of the hawk.

Yes, most of the hawkish communities witches encounter in the wild are indeed very watery and the birds are weak and confused. One of the main reasons for this is that the community of hawks near the human colony is too small.

Those hawkish communities with only about a hundred people, let alone witches, are ordinary groups of mercenaries and adventurers who can take them into a nest as long as they are well equipped and prepared.

Because most of these communities are low-level hawks without any witchcraft power. They have little more to do than throw a stone and use their toenails to grab a long spear cut from a wooden stick to launch a diving conflict attack.

But the Hawkeye community also has a distinct feature.

Once the number of communities exceeds 500, a bird witch with the power of witchcraft is born. Their feathers fall off extensively, and their trunks and heads are becoming more and more human women, in addition to the vulture shape of the wings behind them and the toenails of their lower limbs.

And once the number of communities exceeds 1,000, a terrible witch leader is born in the bird witch. It is a powerful practitioner who is by no means weaker than a human female wizard, but also possesses agility similar to that of an assassin.

As for this hermitic community of hawks, which they are about to reach, it is an oversized tribe of more than 10,000 members. So the number of special witches born inside has reached an astonishing close to a thousand.

With nearly a thousand bird witches with agile shapes and the ability to impose, such a huge team is an immense force everywhere. Even a powerful monster like the Winged Lion would not dare to provoke a bunch of bird witches, or they would drown in each other's saliva for minutes.

So what stands in front of them is not a community of hawks, but a terrible kingdom of hawks! Not only does it have super intelligent monster chiefs, but it also has a well-distributed career, with a hierarchy that encompasses small armies of low, middle and high ranks.

It also means that they have commanders, practitioners, and a large number of ordinary fighters. So every time a floating warship passes through here, it means an adventure.

However, despite the danger, as long as everyone works together, it can pass smoothly, much better than breaking into the surrounding dead places!

At this moment, the floating warships are 100,000 miles deep into the Black Forest. By freely disengaging from an inherent channel in such an area, it is possible to break into the territory of one or a group of third-degree monsters. With their strength, there is almost a zero chance of a smooth escape once they are attacked by a 3rd order monster.

So in a hundred years, there have been three successive tragedies in which floating warships have been shot down by third-degree monsters and wizards have been wiped out with them. Though the Silver League has also sent top wizards to retaliate and join forces to hang the troubled Level 3 monsters, the dead wizards can only die unjustly!

Therefore, even knowing that the Kingdom of the Eagle Queen is not weak, in order to avoid the more horrible 3rd order monsters, the route of the Silver League can only choose to travel on the edge of the Kingdom of the Eagle Queen.

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Three days later.

The first vicious battle broke out after Grimm stepped onto the Floating Battleship!

They crashed into a hunting team sent by the hawks.

It's a small team of 30 people, mostly ordinary hawks. There are only two mutant witches, one an eagle assassin and one a low-ranking bird witch.

This bunch of unknowable bastards, aware of their poor strength, dare to proactively block the way to provoke the floating warship. So the wizards shot most of them. But unfortunately, those two mutant witches managed to escape.

So the next afternoon, a floating warship was surrounded by a rapidly approaching legion of hawks over a canyon!

Floating battleships wrapped in thick defensive optical films are struggling to move forward.

Outside the egg-shaped optical film, the impervious eagle witches circle around, and the screams of the stinging ear can shake the human eardrum.

Most hawks do not possess elemental abilities, they clap gray wings, grip a sharpened wooden spear tightly in their toenails and burst into the defensive optical film. This inferior attack may work against ordinary beasts, but it can be used against defensive sorceress formations.

So nearly a thousand hawks attacked for half a day, only to make the defensive film ripple like rain, consuming some of the energy stored on the ship. When it comes to breaking down defensive witch lines, there's not even a word for it!

But hidden among the hawks in the sky, there are some mutated individuals.

The hawks are mostly gray bird feathers with ugly and vicious looks and far more bird traits than human traits. The mutated individuals, however, have lost bird feathers on their trunks, retaining only some blue bird feathers at the joints, armpits, and some extremities.

They Fruit reveal snow, white and delicate skin, soft body lines, full-blown chest, and an unusually refined and perfect face. Except his eyes were red as blood, his fingers curved sharply, and he had a sharp, pointed toenail beneath his white, full thigh.

Seriously, if you ignore the blinding wings and ugly toenails, these bird witches can already be called more perfect human beings!

To the best of Grimm's knowledge, there also appear to be mixed-descent bird witches joining local witch groups at the East Coast Wizards Association. Those are the descendants of the hybrids born of the union of human witches and bird witches.

Of course, this is also preliminary proof that the taste of some human wizards is really not too heavy!

In order to drive away the hawks and prevent them from further destroying the defensive sorceress formation of the floating warships, the sorcerers who stood on the side of the ship attacked with great effort. A colorful sorcery blasted around the ship like a firecracker, wrapping a hawk in an elemental whirlpool.

The blizzard, which covered a small half of the sky, ravaged the herd, and the cold breeze coated every hawk involved with a light blue frost. Countless shemales clap their gray wings and feel their wings getting heavier.

Finally, a hawk fell into the sky with a huge hiss.

Although they were removed from the blizzard, they would regain their ability to fly within a short period of time. However, the emergence of the snowstorm disrupted the pace of their attack and confused the team of hawks.

Not far from Grimm, a wind elemental wizard has unleashed a vast area of wind witchcraft. The otherwise transparent sky suddenly became crisis-ridden, with an invisible whirlpool of wind. Any hawk who suddenly breaks into the area will be hanged in a spinning wind vortex for a day, raising a stinking mist of leaching blood in place.

As for Grimm, instead of using a magic puppet or transforming a flaming demon, he pulled out a flaming scepter and behaved like a regular fire element wizard, with a glimpse of fire witchcraft.

On the one hand, he continued to cast spells, singing obscure and obstinate witchcraft spells aloud, summoning a flaming red pillar in the sky in front of him. A powerful wave of flame ripples emanates from the red flame columns, and every hawk caught in it falls into the sky with a scorched black head, if not burnt to death.

The feathers are burned to the ground, and ordinary hawks are incapable of flying with their bare wings.

While continuously guiding the large-scale fire witchcraft, Grimm's torso was straight and his eyes lit the flame of a bear, which from time to time emitted a burning ray of extreme penetration.

Against this hawk witch with no thick body and no sturdy scales, the use of Pneumonia rays is too luxurious, the second degree of burning rays is enough!

A beam-like burning ray shoots wildly, and every hawk chick who is penetrated by red rays falls down with great screams. And as they fall, they also have grey-black ripples on their bodies.

If the burning rays just now are not hit to kill them, the poisonous poison carried by the voodoo scroll will instantly kill them.

At one time, bird feathers scattered around the floating battleship and flesh fleshed.

The hawk has been massacred by the wizards!