Looking at the woman who appeared out of thin air, everyone dispersed to the side, and the cold aura had already revealed her identity.

McGonagall looked at the woman with some vigilance, this may be the biggest crisis she has encountered since she came to this world, but it may be because of the fusion of McGonagall Alex's memories, since the appearance of the dragon, he has not felt the slightest sense of fear, and is more to guard against her.

Amy, who was blocked by McGonagall, poked her head out secretly, her little eyes wide and full of joy.

The tall Warcraft Hound on the side was so frightened that he lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, but the ugly duckling who was held in Amy's arms looked eager to try, without the slightest fear, waving his little paws, as if showing his minions.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, about twenty years old, and her appearance was extremely beautiful, but her expression and temperament were extremely cold, just like a fairy descending from the nine heavens, she did not eat the fireworks of the world, and she did not know what cold and warm was, and the long skirt on her body was like carved from frost.

Dark blue eyes moved away from McGonagall's body and landed on the ugly duckling in Amy's arms, who was hiding behind McGonagall, paused with some confusion.

Then she raised her eyes and glanced at Amy, her eyes lit up slightly, and the cold aura that enveloped McGonagall and Amy's bodies instantly disappeared, and she also withdrew her gaze and walked towards the city, with every step, a large snowflake bloomed on the ground.

"Strange little thing, not afraid of me? It seems that most of them are kittens with bad brains. Elizabeth shook her head slightly, muttering to herself in a voice that only she could hear, and the frost rose from under her feet and disappeared into the city gate in an instant.

As soon as the woman left, the depressing aura disappeared in an instant, and the cold aura slowly dissipated, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The dragon's own aura is too terrifying, and if a seventh-level magician or seventh-level knight stands here, there will be no such breathless feeling at all.

The group glanced at McGonagall, and the father and daughter were lucky enough to encounter a dragon with a good temper and belly, and then continued on their journey.

"Wow, father, that white dragon sister is so beautiful just now! And why did it suddenly disappear? Amy jumped out from behind McGonagall, looking at McGonagall with curiosity and surprise.

"I guess I used some kind of teleportation magic." McGonagall's mood was also relaxed at once, and she said with a smile that if she was killed just out of the city gate, it would probably be the most embarrassing adventure in history.

But it seems that it is just a thrilling encounter, and this white dragon girl will probably not be encountered again in the future, right? It looks quite fairy.

"That's great, Father, Amy has to learn this too!" Amy asked, looking up at McGonagall expectantly.

"Okay, I'll help you talk to the teacher tomorrow." McGonagall smiled and unloaded the pot, he really wouldn't know this.

"Okay, half-bearded teacher will definitely be!" Amy nodded happily.

"Let's go, let's go." McGonagall smiled and touched Amy's head, then stretched out her finger and nodded at the ugly duckling's head, and admonished: "Ugly duckling, don't show hostility to others casually in the future, your little appearance is not enough for people to stuff their teeth, show your little cute claws?" ”

"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling looked at his little paws, called out twice with some grievances, and struggled to raise his little paws.

"Shrink up." Amy stretched out her little hand and patted it.

"Meow." The ugly duckling immediately retracted its paws and nestled in her arms, as good as she could be.

McGonagall took out the map from her bag and looked at it, flamingo, as a common first-level magical beast, was extremely widely distributed outside the Chaos City, and was found in many places.

"Let's go to the periphery of this thorn valley, the danger factor is lower." McGonagall looked at it for a moment, made sure she was in the right direction, put away the map, and took Amy's little hand and walked forward.

If this map had been lost to McGonagall in the previous life, it would have been a book of heaven, but now McGonagall can easily understand the various information contained in it, and as a general on the front line, McGonagall Alex's professionalism is not in doubt.

Thorn Ridge is a relatively low risk factor among the many dangerous places outside the city, famous for the thorn bushes all over the mountains, of course, this low is also relative to other dangerous places where various seventh-level and eighth-level demonic beasts appear at every turn, in this thorn valley, there are still often fifth-level demonic beasts infested, third-level and fourth-level everywhere, and first-level and second-level can be seen everywhere.

Although it is called a valley, it is actually composed of several valleys and a mountain range, and there are all kinds of mountain treasures and herbs in the thorn bushes that have not been spoiled by demonic beasts, and the bounty price of these things may be higher than that of a high-level demonic beast, so it has also become the target of many mercenaries.

And because there are few high-level magical beasts, generally as long as you find two or three fourth-level mercenaries to form a group, you can enter the Valley of Thorns with peace of mind, whether it is looking for medicinal herbs or hunting magical beasts, it is a good place.

And the city of chaos gives the mercenaries of the chaos guild the strongest talisman and rules, in the execution of the task, can not kill each other, once there is an unnatural death of a member, the guild will investigate to the end, no matter what kind of background and strength the person who shot, the city of chaos will not be tolerated, one life is worth one life.

A few years ago, after the high-level of the Gray Temple dispatched and killed more than a dozen high-level mercenaries, including a ninth-level demon, this rule began to take root in the hearts of the people, unless you are absolutely sure that you will not be discovered, otherwise such a thing as killing people and grabbing treasures will not appear in the Chaos Guild.

McGonagall was now heading to the western slopes of the Valley of Thorns, where there was a hot spring that was much hotter than the surrounding area, so flamingos were often seen.

There was still half a mile of flat ground paved with black stones at the gate of the city, and the road behind was trodden by mercenaries with their feet.

A group of knights in light armor rode along the middle road, kicking up a cloud of dust that drew disgruntled mutters from some of them.

An old mercenary on the side drove his donkey cart, walking unhurriedly, and there were four young men with a little childish faces sitting behind him, looking left and right with curiosity, looking like rookie mercenaries who were out of the city for the first time.

There were five or six horses behind him, and the horses on the back were all heavily armed mercenaries, both in terms of equipment and demeanor, it could be seen that they were veterans who had been in the wilderness all year round, and they should have brought rookies out to see the world today.

Of course, the most eye-catching is McGonagall, a small satchel, holding a four-year-old little Lori, and the little Lori is holding a little orange cat in her arms.

"Father, why do they all look at us strangely?" Amy asked, looking at McGonagall strangely.

"Probably ......" McGonagall pondered for a while, touched her chin, and nodded seriously, "I'm amazingly handsome, right?" ”