Now that he was about to enter the territory of the Harpy Clan, in order to prevent the official-level priestess from being scared away after sensing his strength, Punk had to choose to hide his aura.

In fact, under normal circumstances, whether walking in the wilderness or walking in the city, Punk usually never hides his master-level strength, it's not that he doesn't know how to use hidden means, Punk who has the "Hytraz Magic Box" and has inherited all the knowledge of the Great Olympian Vedracia can hide himself as an ordinary person without any magic fluctuations in minutes, and he is not a legendary powerhouse, and he doesn't want to see it at all.

But unless there is a very unavoidable situation, punk never does that.

The reason is simple, because he likes a clean environment.

Whether in a deserted wilderness or a bustling city, the punk hates noisy beasts and crowds, and he can't resist the urge of a fireball every time he sees the uncivilized medieval pauper, making loud noises or even defecating in the open.

The most intolerable thing about punk is wasting precious time on pickpockets and thugs who like to find fault everywhere in the city. What's more, the crowds represent immeasurable risks, and no one can guarantee that those lowly-looking beggar-thieves are not pretended to be a master stalker who is very good at disguise.

The most valuable lesson that Punk has learned from Vedrashia's battlefield memories is that he must not hesitate to attack and defend against any matter, energy, or unknown that comes close to him, because danger is always hidden in the smallest details.

For these reasons, punk will always spread his masterful coercion unbridledly, and then enjoy the quiet environment where no matter where the needle can be heard, no matter where there is no living thing around.

But now............

Punk suppressed his impatience and endured a few harpy children playing on the edge of the territory.

"Go, go, go, get out of here".

The Harpy, who led the way ahead of the punk, sent the chirping toddlers away, and then led the punk quickly to the gate of the territory.

Like many orc tribes, harpies have the custom of sacrificing ancestors, they like to carve the names of their ancestors as totem poles at the entrance of the tribe with blood-soaked wooden stakes, and then put the skulls of some rare prey next to the totem pole to worship the ancestors, the more powerful the tribe piles up the skulls next to the totem pole, and even some orc tribes will use the skulls of various magical beasts to pile up a hill.

The totem pole of this Harpy tribe is very ordinary, only the skulls of a few apprentice-level professionals are still a little powerful, and the others are just the skulls of some fierce beasts.

Following the harpy who led the way, the punk bypassed the unremarkable totem pole and entered the tribe, and the two tall harpies guarding the gate both retracted their hostility after seeing the gesture that the leader was secretly playing, and the expressions on their faces turned to mockery and schadenfreude.

"Gesticulating? Doesn't look stupid yet."

Punk watched a little amusefully as the three harpies exchanged gestures with what they thought were secretive, and he could deduce that the meaning of those exchanges was to take him to the "priestess".

Glancing at the two harpies guarding the door with mockery on their faces, Punk shook his head indifferently, he had secretly put his hand on the "Emerald Staff" behind him, and now as long as the arrogant priestess appeared, Punk could give her a ruthless blow as quickly as possible!

However, the priestess did not appear immediately as Punk thought, this priestess seemed to have a big shelf, and she did not come out to comfort the injured "warriors" like the leaders of ordinary small tribes, and the harpy who led the way had to force Punk to come and sit in her house with a smile.

It was okay to sit down, the priestess was called a priest, but she didn't look like a spellcaster at all, the whole camp didn't have any magic fluctuations at all, and the punk wasn't worried about any traps. So he agreed to the "invitation" of the harpy.

Seeing that Punk indifferently agreed, the harpy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and she quickly took Punk to a huge treehouse, and then arranged for an old Harpy to be entertained "with the best" before leaving in a hurry.

"Did you report to the priestess, after listening to her description, the priestess should have hurried over!"

Punk speculated about the priestess's reaction to receiving an unknown man into the tribe, and felt that it was best for him to wait here.

So Punk was not in a hurry, and he slowly floated up to the treehouse made of verdant leaves as a roof, and watched as a younger harpie brought a meal that was very rich in the barren tribe.

The Harpy who serves food is a somewhat timid male, and in the matriarchal society of the Harpy, the status of men is very low, and they generally play the role of servants.

Punk estimated that it would take some time for the priestess to come over after listening to the report, so it would be better to see what flavors and delicacies this tribe had, after all............ These flavors are going to disappear completely after today!

The abundance of food on the plate is relative, the dishes are just some fruit and vegetable salad without any seasoning, and the main food is a clear broth mixed with a little bone marrow, which is certainly incomparable to the banquet of human nobles, but punk punks prefer this kind of light food, and punks with the blood of primeval elves actually don't like those greasy big fish and meat at aristocratic banquets.

Punk gently picked up a piece of meat with a wooden fork and put it in his mouth, and said to himself a little vaguely:

"Well, it tastes good, the meat of Modi's lizard is stewed just right, no more salt, no less, put it into the toothy vegetables to neutralize the bloody smell in the meat pieces, and add a plum petal to increase the aroma...... I have to say, if you remove those little bitter Gaither mushroom powder, it will be called perfect."

In the end, Punk slowly lowered his fork and stared at the little harpy, who was already stunned by the side.

Punk didn't study food, but the system's scanning detected all the accessories in the food, and the Gaither Mushroom Powder, which seemed obvious to Punk, was an otherworldly version of the special sweat potion.

"It's a pity, little friend, I'm not afraid of this thing, but it's no wonder that you don't know, the Gaeth Mushroom does have a strong neuroparalyzing effect, and you use the Gaeth Mushroom to stun those apprentice-level Warcraft must be one poison and one accurate, but I'm afraid you have never used this thing on a formal powerhouse, otherwise you will know............"

The punk mage then stood up with the head of the eagle banshee, his voice playful but extremely cold, as if it came from the Nine Hells.

"This kind of poison without magical energy can't affect a strong person who is more than a formal level, and to me, this is just a condiment for failure!"