Chapter 9: The Moon Festival (2)

"The Winged Man won't send troops." Wei Ke turned sideways, and Han Fuzi's somewhat dry eyes looked at the snow-white wings in the air.

"Master." Wei Ke bowed slightly.

"General Wei." Han Fuzi returned the salute, "I also thought about it when I first arrived in Sky City, and at that time, I was still enthusiastic and tried to help the society by myself. I persuaded the Wing Emperor to say, 'The Wing Clan can control the sky, which is something that no race on the continent can do, if the Wing Clan sends troops to Zhongzhou, what is the use of the city wall that the Zhongzhou people have worked so hard to build when they attack the city?!' Han Fuzi said, with a sad look in him.

"And then?"

"The Wings are a peace-loving race, and of course they refuse to send troops. But fortunately, the Wing Clan did not send troops, otherwise if you think about the situation that the sky above the Zhongzhou countries is full of the Wing Clan, then wouldn't I, Han Yan, be a hundred deaths? ! Han Fuzi turned his head to look at Wei Ke, turned around and left.

Wei Ke was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Master Han had disappeared into the crowd, so he bowed deeply in the direction where Master Han left, "It's Wei Ke who is narrow-minded."

"Bai Yan, look at it, look at it, it's Brother Fengluo, look over there, it's Brother Huoluo." Bi Yifei took Bai Yan's hand, and pointed to the newborn wingers flying in the sky with the other.

Feng Luo and Huo Qi are undoubtedly the leaders of this class of Wing people, the Feng family and the Fire family are also big families in Sky City, and their ancestors have also produced a few pure white wings, and the two have always been staunch supporters of the Biyi family.

Bai Yan was dragged around by the winged fei, while looking at the sky intently, he had never seen so many winged people flying in the sky at the same time, looking up at all white wings, until the end of the sight.

The last group of winged people began to jump from the ancient tree, this batch is considered to be relatively poorly talented, a considerable number of winged people failed to condense their wings, and just fell down, and most of the wings of the winged people who can fly into the sky are also gray, probably ordinary civilians in the Winged Forest.

After the last group of winged people who flew into the sky flew around the sky city in a circle, the newborn wingmen began to land. Only then did Bai Yan realize that although the square was crowded with people, the area near the palace hall was always empty, and it was reserved for the newly spread wingers.

Led by the wind and the fire, the winged people landed one after another.

"Newborn people", the old Wing Emperor stood in the direction of the palace hall and looked down at the newly reborn Wing Man at the bottom of the steps, "Congratulations on spending the Moon Festival and becoming the true children of my Wing Clan, from today you will take on the responsibility of being a Wing Clan, pick up your bows and arrows, go and shoot the Celestial Wolf in the north, protect the Wing Forest, and protect the Sky City!" When the Wing Emperor said the last sentence, he spread his wings behind him, and the old and majestic voice covered the entire Sky City with the power of raising his arms.

"Protect the Forest of Wings, protect the Castle in the Sky!"

"Protect the Forest of Wings, protect the Castle in the Sky!"

“……”

Bai Yan stood in the middle of the winged people, and when he saw Biyifei and Meteor Frost beside him, he couldn't help but shout the words "Protect the Sky City".

Bi Yifei looked back at him with interest, "This is the oath of our Yiren's life, and we will defend it with our lives!" ”