"The great alchemist Westen. Lord Skubeck, how can there be such a stupid kindred as you! ”

"While I don't discriminate against my relatives, please don't compare us to those guys!"

Obviously, Goude's sentence of "flying kobold" stimulated the other party.

Compared to their distant relatives, who could only roll in mud dens, these winged kobolds were clearly more intelligent, not only could make intricate structures like stilt buildings, but even spoke the lingua franca rather than the crappy dragon language that was more like the crowing of a pup.

"Goude, this is an osprey, don't be mistaken!"

"It's still an adult's knowledge!"

"But our canine tooth was renamed Westden Osprey hundreds of years ago in honor of the great Westen. Lord Skubeck. ”

Perhaps remembering the instructions of his own Great Elder, the osprey, who claimed to be Kosi, reluctantly suppressed the urge to beat the eyeless goblin, retracted his wings and fell, stooped down and saluted Morey respectfully, and continued:

"The Great Elder invites your guests to the temple for deliberation."

"Please also ask the messenger to report back to your elder, we will tidy up a little and go right away."

Morey immediately replied and sent the other party back to report the news.

"Young Master, could this be a trap?"

As soon as he and the others landed, the other party came to such a show, and anyone would be vigilant.

"Don't worry, what if it's an ambush? You can't beat such a bunch of little guys? ”

Even if the Ospreys are considered a high-level unit among the kobolds, it is still too difficult to confront the elite Terran assassins like Balta and the others, and even if Balta is willing to spend some time, he can destroy the Osters who live in seclusion in the cave.

However, when they finished preparing and went to the temple in their mouth, which was the wooden house, under the leadership of Corsi, who had gone and returned, Morey slowly raised his guard against these ostics.

Along the way, he could see many ospreys standing on stilts and looking down curiously, but unlike those who only used simple throwing spears to attack in books, the ospreys here were not only well-armed, from melee serrated scimitars to long-range delicate hand crossbows, but many of them still had signs of mechanical modifications.

The contrast between the humble stilt building and the brazier placed on the wooden frame of the passage for lighting has a sense of magical realism.

The village is not huge, and in a few steps, they have reached their destination.

And in front of the wooden house, an extremely old-looking Osade man was already waiting there with a group of people.

The wings of the dragon, which had been a symbol of the dragon that was separated from the ordinary kobolds, hung limply behind him, like some kind of male symbol after the end of the congestion.

However, none of the strong and strong people in the back showed disrespect for this weak old man, on the contrary, they all stood respectfully behind him, looking ready to be summoned at any time.

This is rare among the Osprey tribe that respects individual strength.

"Distinguished guest, thank you fate for sending you to us!"

Although the Great Elder had only said a word, such a few words had already given Morey a lot of information.

First of all, this canine tooth who changed his name to "Westden Osprey" must not believe in Keojek, the god of osprey, otherwise he would not say "thank fate for sending you to us" but "thank my lord for sending you to us".

Secondly, and most importantly, this canine tooth has no ill feelings towards Morey and his party.

"Emmanuel of the Inugulars welcomes you on behalf of the Inugulars!"

Although he was already standing on a special wooden platform, the low-stature Emmanuel could only reach Morey's waist when he stretched out his hand, and from a distance it looked like a child begging for a hug.

"Morey. Faist, thank you for the welcome of the Great Elders. ”

Morey bent down to thank him and shook his hand, relieving the awkward atmosphere.

Seeing that these humans were not as arrogant as they imagined, the ospreys standing behind Emmanuel became relaxed, and even the smiles on their faces became a little more sincere.

Sitting down in the cabin, Emmanuel picked up a glass of gray, cloudy liquid and motioned for Morey to drink it.

Morey also smiled and picked up the wooden cup, but he didn't drink it directly, until he took advantage of the nod with Emmanuel to make sure that there were no special additives in it.

A hot and cool sensation ran down the esophagus from his mouth into the stomach pouch and then back to his head, making Morey's somewhat drowsy brain suddenly become unusually awake because of the passage in the blockage.

"Stimulated by the unknown, your perception is temporarily +1!"

"The effect lasts for 10 minutes."

The battle record information of the blood moon made Morey's eyes light up.

That's a good thing!

"Hehe, if Your Excellency Morey likes it, you can bring more ice potato powder when you leave."

Emmanuel also apparently saw Morey's liking for iced potato tea, and said with a smile.

"That's embarrassing!"

Morey is a little unkind, it's no wonder he, this time has been out for too long, it has far exceeded the time for his leave, although he has his own teacher to take care of, but if he doesn't prepare a little gift, I'm afraid he will have to eat a meal after he goes back.

Although the taste of this tea made from ice potato flour is weird, it is refreshing and refreshing, and it is perfect for giving it to your teacher.

"I don't know, Sir Morey, if you're interested in listening to my old man's chatter."

With such a good start, Emmanuel gradually got to the point.

Morey is short-handed, so he naturally listens to him.

In Emmanuel's telling, Morey gradually learned that this Westden Osprey is such a small person, but it is already the last legacy of the Osprey Empire.

The Wheaten Osprey is an offshoot of the Osprey because of their disagreement over the treatment of the Kobolds and the Osprey God, Keojek.

These winged, flight-capable dragon-like evolved kobolds don't want to give up their distant relatives, kobolds.

As they made their way through the layers of obstacles to the kobolds' territory, they encountered the kobolds' forces who had taken revenge on the osprey by the decree of the kobold god Kurtumak.

One side is tired of traveling, and the other side is waiting for work, and the result is naturally needless to say.

Traumatized, they had to live in seclusion in the mountains, perhaps by fate, this tribe called the Inuya actually unearthed part of the magical goblin machinery of the Goblin Empire era in the valley.

After all, the Osprey people have inherited some dragon blood, and their wisdom is much higher than that of kobolds.

After a period of painstaking research, they finally mastered part of the alchemy technology of the Goblin Era, and successfully restored the four Sky Battleships and one Sky Helicarrier that had been stagnant in the dock for countless years, and initially restored part of the combat power of these war machines.

Since then, they have changed their name to Westen, in honor of the great alchemist Westen, who is in charge of the goblin arsenal. Skubeck.

With a powerful fleet in the sky, the Wosdendrodes became the only active Odoth tribe on the continent (the other Odos were being hunted by the kobolds), and it was the sacred place of the remaining Ododes during the years when the God of Odod was hiding.

However, when the veins of the Eight Ridge Wind Crystals (a special stabilizing wind energy) for the Sky Fleet's special energy source were depleted at the Goblin Arsenal, Westdon quickly decayed.

After all, Westden has only mastered the technology of repairing and using the Sky Battleship, and this kind of big project to transform the energy generator is Deng. The reincarnation of Skubeck was also quite a matter of effort, let alone them.

Soon there were only the Osprey bandits piloting the old Goblin Fighter of the Baker-1 in the Beck world, and there were no more Osprey caravans in the sky.

Even in the past 100 years, the Osprey people have completely disappeared from the mainstream world's sight and become a mere word in some history books.