"Help, who will save me, help............"!

The Harpy, who was grabbed by the punk and lifted in the air, screamed loudly for help.

"Stop, the priestess has arrived, you lowly human dare to be presumptuous"!

With the little eagle banshee's call for help, several harpy soldiers outside the door who were in ambush in armor opened the wooden door with one claw and rushed in, the punk was in their eyes a gift to the priestess, and now that the gift actually resisted, how could they not be angry.

"Of course I know that the priestess is coming, and I don't need to be reminded of this."

In the face of five or six harpy soldiers armed with spears, Punk sneered grimly, and then hurled the harpy in his hand as a throwable object towards the door.

Punk didn't need to hide anymore, because he could feel a full-fledged Harpy with a somewhat strange aura leading about five hundred adult Harpy warriors to approach the treehouse, and at such a close distance, Punk was completely sure that he would capture the enemy alive, so naturally he didn't need to continue to pretend to be a guest lamely.

The little harpy thrown by the hand of the master mage, although it was large, was still accelerated to a supersonic level by the huge force, and his body was kneaded into an irregular lump of flesh by the pressure of the air in midair, and then carried a piercing sonic boom and collided with several harpy warriors who rushed into the room.

"Bang!!"

A cloud of blood exploded on the small treehouse, and half of the treehouse was blown away by the shockwave, and a huge bright red hole had appeared directly opposite the punk, and the pieces of wood around it were stained scarlet with blood.

This is the power of a master-level spell, a simple throw of a mage's hand can reach the level of an ordinary formal-level spell, and tearing down a wooden house with walls more than twenty centimeters thick is as easy as tearing paper.

"Great, Priestess "Your Excellency", I've been waiting here for a long time"!

The punk dispersed the thin wall of energy held up to block the burst of blood, and then excitedly stared at the terrified "Harpy Army" in the sky outside the wooden house with blue eyes.

The small army was guarded by a besuming harpy woman dressed in many jewels.

The talons of this harpy with a very high status are black and shiny, and her entire body exudes a bewitching but evil aura, and the staff in her hand is even more peculiar, and the head of the ordinary huge wooden staff is actually embedded with a basketball-sized eyeball, and this eyeball also reveals a terrifying feeling of watching the souls of all living beings at any time.

There is no doubt that this harpy is the ruler of this tribe, that is, the priestess of the other harpy mouths.

Sure enough, the problem was with the priestess, no...... It must have been on her staff."

Punk didn't care about the "gaze" of the strange eyeballs, and he narrowed his azure pupils slightly as he muttered to himself with patient delight.

He had just stared at the priestess and perceived it carefully, and soon found something "interesting".

In Punk's perception, the "strange aura" wrapped around the priestess's body almost condensed into substance, and this aura had even affected her physical form, causing the harpy priestess's eyes to turn gray-brown, her claws to become twisted and sharp, and even jagged sharp teeth to grow in her mouth.

The punk could also sense that the staff held in the priestess's hand was constantly communicating with the priestess with a strange aura, and every breath would be sucked into the vertical pupils of the eyeballs, and when the breath was exhaled again, it would grow a little bigger.

Punk looked at the group of harpies, and nodded in satisfaction after making sure that these guys would not pose any threat to him:

"Maybe curiosity is a really good thing, it always brings me something."

Unlike the joy of punk, the Harpy Priestess's mood is nothing but horror and despair.

At first, after listening to the description of the surviving hunter Harpy, she thought that it was only a full-level mage who had arrived, and with the confidence brought by the staff in her hand, the priestess still had some confidence in this battle.

But what did she see when she arrived at the scene? A master spellcaster? When you see the hunter of the undead, you come out to the old lady, this is what you call a "little" mage who is "low in strength, ignorant, and vulnerable"? What kind of grudge do I have against you, and you want to pit me to death?

Although the bewildered priestess has brainwashed her own people, she has not brainwashed herself, so she is still a little bit weak about her own strength, and when the priestess sees the pair of blue pupils under the color geographical hood, she knows that she is in big trouble.

"No, you have to run, run immediately, if you can't run, you'll die"!

The priestess forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart, and gave the "final order" to her hundreds of warriors in a trembling voice:

"What are you fools waiting for, don't hurry up and attack, as the warriors of the Blackclaw Tribe, the time has come for you to be loyal to the tribe"!

The harpy priestess's voice was not high-pitched, but also filled with a demagogic mental fluctuation, and after this somewhat trembling order was given, the priestess did not hesitate to turn around and flee in the opposite direction.

The Harpy warriors, affected by the mental fluctuations, did not react to the boss's imminent escape, they all squeaked and swooped down towards the punk with their rough spears in hand.

"For the Horde"!

"For the all-powerful priestess".

"The Blackclaw Clan is the strongest"!

"Dirty orcs to death"!

The various slogans shouted through the Harpy's shrill voice turned into a shrill noise that shattered glass, and its power was no less than that of a "trainee-level spell spell - noise".

But the punks did not care about the dive of this group of "bombers".

The strongest of these harpies is only the peak of the ninth-level apprentice level, no matter how desperate and sharp their attacks are, they can't break through even the most basic defenses of punk, and punk's attacks These "cannon fodder" can't even withstand a slap.

"Anyway, why are the methods used by the bosses of these magical creatures tribes to pit their subordinates, is it just to sacrifice a group of loyal subordinates to let themselves live a few more seconds?"

Seeing the group of harpies who had lost their minds approaching quickly, Punk shook his head mockingly.

"Bang!!"

The lilac mage's hand swept through the air like ashes, leaving behind a dotted purple afterimage and ............ A sparse rain of blood.

"Are you still running?

Punk looked at the priestess who had already flown far away, smiled and unleashed the spell that had been prepared long ago.